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Subject: Title story: "My Dad's So Busy" Author: INCESTOR 62850959
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Date: Fri, 23 Dec 2005 14:59:41 +0000
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My Dad's So Busy
It seemed to me that my father was always too busy to pay attention to me. He
seemed to stay at his computer all day, not doing anything but staring at his
business spreadsheet. You see he was an accountant, and ran his business from
home. I needed to find a way to get his attention. Momma was long gone, having
run away with the guy next door. And I could hardly even think about her without
a feeling little hostility. There was never any thought of custody. Dad had
raised me from the time I was ten years old without a peep from my mother. I had
no idea what my father did for sex. He didn't seem to date very much, and most
of the women he did meet were simply introduced by friends, and he would take
them to dinner once or twice. He never brought them home, and he never spent the
night at their house. I suppose he jacked off a lot. Once, I even searched his
room for dirty magazines and videos, but found nothing. I really had hoped that
I would find some dirty magazines, so that I could look at the pictures and play
with myself, but there just weren't any. I was hoping to see pictures of some
woman sucking a guy's long, hard dick. (One of my fantasies.) I went into his
study, there he was, at the computer screen, working away on a spreadsheet for
one of his clients. That was it! I was tired of being ignored, I was tired of
competing for my father's attention. All those long suppressed feelings welled
up and... I had an idea! I ran upstairs and took off my clothes. I took a quick
shower, putting on some body lotion that smelled sweet and fresh. I went to my
dresser, and found a T-shirt. Putting it on, I looked in front of the mirror and
saw how revealing it was, showing my erect nipples through the material. I
rummaged through my dresser and found a pair of shorts. Nah, I thought, and I
went to my closet, and there, hanging under plastic, was the cheerleader skirt I
had used in my junior year at high school. I took it off the rack it smelled of
mothballs. Putting the skirt on anyway, I pulled it up about six inches higher
than it should have been, and pulled the hem of the T-shirt down. I looked in
the mirror. YES! I could almost see my pussy hairs, but not quite. Perfect, I
thought, this will give him a raging boner if ever there was one. I was hot to
see his reaction. I wanted to see what he would say, and to see if there was a
positive bulge in his pants. I suppose this all sounds pretty perverted to the
average reader. I guess it is. All I can say for my- self is that we'd been
living alone together for years, and I loved my Dad. I mean that I loved him
like a woman loves a man. I'd had Dad to myself for almost 9 years, and I cooked
for him, did his laundry, and had become his companion, his friend. So we didn't
have the usual relationship that most fathers and daughters had. Ours was
special. Any way as ran down the stairs to my Father's study, I could feel
myself getting, the tingling in my pussy making me stop at the bottom of the
stairs and run my fingers across my pussy lips. No time to play with myself, I
thought, as I opened the door and went into his study. I went over to his
overstuffed "guest" chair and sat, watching him peer intently at the screen as
his fingers danced across the keys. I lifted a leg, putting my bare foot on the
cushion in front of me. He sniffed the air. "Gee, you smell nice," he said to
the computer screen. "Thanks Dad," I said.
"What are we having for dinner ---" He turned to me and stopped in mid-sentence,
his eyes going from under my skirt, where my pussy lips were getting a lot of
air, to my T-shirt, where my nipples were hard and dark through the material. He
swallowed and looked away. He looked back at me, at my face, and said, "Have you
decided what you want to do for dinner?" His voice quivered as he spoke. I moved
my knee a little higher, letting the hem of the cheerleader skirt fall farther
off my thigh. I didn't miss his glance. He was looking straight at my cunt. I
felt faint with excitement when I saw him shift in his chair, as if trying to
find a more comfortable position for his hardon. His tongue darted out, licking
his lips. "What's the matter Daddy?" I asked. He swallowed again. "Isn't that
your cheerleader uniform?" he asked in almost a squeak. I nodded. "It feels
kinda comfortable, so I just thought I'd throw it on, you know." He nodded,
never taking his eyes from my pussy. I spread my legs a little more for him, and
his eyes widened. "You like the view?" I suddenly asked. He jerked, as if
suddenly touching a hot wire. He looked away. "Sorry about that," he mumbled to
his computer screen. "I'm not sorry at all. I like the way you looked at me." He
turned to me and looked me right in the eye. "What?" I spread my legs again,
which caused him to move his gaze from my face to my crotch. He licked his lips
again, and I reached down and lifted my skirt up to my belly, spreading my legs
wide for him. He just sat there, his mouth hanging open. His breath- ing was
coming in rapid gasps, and he shifted his position again. He moved off the
chair, and there it was, a great big bulge in his pants. I looked at it, and
then at his face. "Nice boner Dad," I said. Before he could say anything else or
even move away, I reached up and ran my fingers across the material where his
cock pushing into. Sure enough, it was rock-hard. My Dad gasped and closed his
eyes. Then he looked down at me, and he moved away, getting on his knees in
front of me. He leaned toward me and lifted my T-shirt away from my chest. He
looked at my tits for a few seconds, then leaned forward and opened his mouth,
running his tongue across my hard nipples. His hands went to my crotch, and I
could feel his shake fingers move across my pussy. His touch was like a jolt to
my nervous system, as if someone had mistaken my cunt for an electric socket. I
pushed him away and stood. I reached down and grabbed the hem of my T-shirt and
pulled it over my head, then released the catch on my skirt, letting it fall to
the floor. I stood in front of my Father naked, looking at his obvious please in
his little girl's body. I reached down and pulled him up to me. We kissed like
lovers. He was all over me then, totally out of control with long withheld
sexual tension. God it was wonderful. After withstanding his onslot for a minute
I took him by the hand and led him to his bedroom. I lay on the bed and said in
the sexiest voice I could muster. "Fuck me, Daddy, I want you to fuck me." He
tore off his clothes, his cock jerking up and sticking straight up. It was a big
cock, jutting out from masses of dark curly hair. The head of his dick was
bright purple and wet looking. His balls swayed as he moved across the bed to
me. The sight of a man, and adult male really turned me on. I was used to
teenaged boys, but this was an experienced man, and man-sized lover. One touch,
and I would have cum right then and there. He didn't waist any time, he just got
on top of me, and I felt his wonderfully large cock slide into my wet pussy just
as mouth found my nipples. The suction and the sudden thrust into me made me cum
immediately, and I lay there in ecstasy as my Father thrust into me faster and
faster. His balls slapping against my ass hole, and the feeling of those hairy
orbs against my ass made me squirm with delight. I felt pinned to the bed, it
felt like my Father was in complete control. He could use me anyway he wanted
and I couldn't do anything about it. He was a strong male and I was his slave. I
orgasmed again. He pumped faster and faster, murmuring my name as he fucked me
harder. I felt his cock suddenly enlarge, and then he slammed into me really
hard. I knew what was happening as his muscles tightened all over his body. I'd
been with enough boys to know when they where coming. This time was different,
we weren't wearing any protection. I'd never done that with the boy's I'd fucked
before. But Dad was different. I loved him so.
He squirted his hot come into me in five jerks of his cock, (Yes I counted them)
and then he lay still, pant- ing heavily on top of me. I could feel his sperm
running out of my pussy and down my over my asshole when he pulled out of me. He
moved over on the bed and lay there, still breathing hard, and was smiling. I
looked over at his hairy chest, and moved over and lay my head in the mat of
hair. I could hear his pounding heart beneath his ribs, and I really, really
realized how much I loved my hard-working, busy Dad.
E.N.D.
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