Subject:     My Dad's Business Partner
Story Codes: MF oral exhib inc father daughter
Diary Date:  February 4, 2006
Author:      Kelly <pghp_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary:

Last year my dad asked my cousin Kristi and me to pretend to be whores and 
entertain a few of his clients.  Apparently it turned him on as much as me so 
when he asked me to do the same for one of his out-of-town business 
associates I didn't hesitate!

Note:  This falls sort of in between another diary entry of mine, Super 
       Super Bowl Sunday.  It's just that it was so different from 
       everything else that happened this weekend I decided to write it 
       up on its own.

Table of Contents:
   Chapter 1 – Offering Help to My Dad
   Chapter 2 – My Cousin Kristi is Jealous
   Chapter 3 – Getting Ready
   Chapter 4 – The Hotel
   Chapter 5 – Andreas Fucks Me in Front of My Dad 
   Chapter 6 – My Dad Gets His Turn


Chapter 1 – Offering Help to My Dad
===================================

It was an incredible weekend – one I never expected to happen.  The Steelers 
were going to the Super Bowl!  It wasn't that I was personally overexcited 
about it all but when you grow up with a father who is a fanatical Steelers 
fan a little bit can't help but rub off.  

When I left home after Christmas Break just over am month ago I’d assumed 
that I wouldn't be back home in Pittsburgh until Easter.  Then a small 
miracle happened and somehow my dad's favorite team was back in the big game 
for the first time in ten years.  I was only ten years old the last time the 
team had played in the Super Bowl but I can still remember his disappointment 
when they lost.  I was praying for them to win this time and so I decided to 
go home and help him cheer them on.

It was a three hour drive so after classes were over on Friday I quickly 
jumped in my car and headed home.  My dad was shocked to see me when he 
walked in the door late that night from a meeting at work, but not TOO 
shocked to take me right there in the hallway!  It was a great way to start 
off the weekend and I was so glad to be home again.

The next morning at breakfast my dad explained why he had been out so late.  
Apparently one of his cases involved another law firm in Chicago.  One of 
their top lawyers was in town for the weekend so he had agreed to arrange for 
some "entertainment" for the guy tonight.  Until now all he planned on was to 
take him out to some of the strip clubs and such.  Of course my dad had no 
idea I'd be home for the weekend.  He winked at me and casually mentioned 
that since I was home maybe it was something I might want to help out with.

I immediately understood what he meant and I felt a twinge between my legs as 
I recalled last spring when he had asked my cousin Kristi and me to "help him 
out" back then.  As it turned out, he had some clients in town who wanted to 
meet some girls in Pittsburgh – and I mean meet in the most personal way!  
They expected my dad to join in which put him in a bit of a predicament since 
he had never cheated on my mom and wasn't about to then.

Well, Kristi and I were both thrilled to provide the entertainment.  I still 
have fond memories of how hot it was to have my dad fuck me in a hotel room 
right in front of two guys who never dreamed that the "whore" my dad was 
fucking was actually his own daughter.  Of course, the same applied when they 
were fucking me I front of him.  I've always wondered what they would have 
said had they known they were fucking my dad's little girl!  It was the only 
time we had ever done anything that crazy but my mom confided in me a few 
months later that he had been incredibly turned on and it was all he talked 
about afterwards.

"Hmmmmmm, well I don't know daddy," I teased him, "Are you sure you want your 
daughter whoring for you again?"

My mom just rolled her eyes while my dad just burst out laughing.  "Oh yeah," 
he said between chuckles, "Like you didn't get off from it too, you silly 
slut!"

Well, what could I really say, my dad was right and he knew it.  Although I 
would never really be a whore, pretending to be one was fun.  I'd tried doing 
some escorting about a year before but had to quit when things got out of 
hand on one of my "appointments".  I wasn't doing it for the money though.  
Although I was "tipped" when I performed at bachelor parties or met guys as 
part of the escort business, for me it was just for the thrill of it.

In reality I would have done it all, the bachelor parties and escorting, for 
free but there was something about them paying me that made it seem even more 
"naughty".  I use to took offense when people tried to call me a prostitute 
when I was escorting.  If I'd been doing it just for the money they would 
have been right and I realized that so far as the guys were concerned that I 
was just that.  In my heart, though, I knew I'd never been a prostitute or a 
whore.

That said, I don't mind being called a slut – if anything I take it as a 
compliment.  That tells me that person thinks I am sexy compared to when 
someone calls me a whore as that implies I have sex just for money – 
something I have NEVER done.

As usual, my mom was the one to bring a sense of reality to the situation.  
She has always been the moral compass of the family, steering us in the right 
direction to make sure nothing got out of hand.  There were times when we 
were out that my dad would get horny and my mom would have to step in and put 
things on hold before he and I did something that might cause problems later.

In this case she looked at my dad with a serious, "I'm not joking this time" 
look and asked, "Are you sure this guy's OK John?  I don't want Kelly getting 
in trouble or anything.  You WILL be there the whole time – right?"

My dad let out a deep breath like he always does when he gets a bit 
exasperated.  "Don't worry Mary, you know damn well I would never let 
anything happen to her.  Besides, do you honestly think I would miss out on 
this?"

Well, how could my mom argue with that logic?  If there was one thing my dad 
took seriously more than anything else, and I loved him for it, it was the 
safety of his daughter.  When I was a teenager he would always want to know 
who I was with and where we were going.  He actually encouraged me to brings 
my boyfriends home as he figured I was safer having them fuck them in my 
bedroom than hiding in the back seat of some car on a deserted road.  Of 
course, it also had the added benefit of letting him peek in on us.

So it was all set – my dad would take the guy out for dinner and then they 
would go back to his hotel room where I would show up.  I had the perfect 
outfit to wear – the "little black dress" my dad had given me for this past 
Christmas.  I hadn’t worn it in public yet as it was bordering on indecent by 
most standards but in this case it seemed entirely appropriate!


Chapter 2 – My Cousin Kristi is Jealous
=======================================

For the rest of the morning all I could think about was what would be 
happening that evening.  I went over to visit my cousin Kristi at her house.  
My Aunt Linda was out showing homes so the two of us sat on the floor in the 
living room catching up on things.  It was her first year in college and it 
was interesting to compare the differences between her public school and my 
private religious one.

My school was ultra-conservative – bordering on the ridiculous at times.  
While we didn't have to wear uniforms, the dress code was strict and nothing 
sexy or suggestive in any way was allowed.  Skirts couldn't be more than a 
couple of inches above the knee (and even THAT was frowned on), swim suits 
for school events had to be one-piece and no thongs were allowed - period.  
Supposedly we had to wear bras and panties although I tended to break that 
rule whenever I thought I could get away with it.

Our dorms and apartments were segregated by sex for everyone unless you were 
married, no matter how old you were.  Male visitors in our apartment were 
absolutely forbidden and grounds for immediate expulsion on the first offense 
– for both parties involved.  We were suppose to follow the rules off campus 
as well but naturally that was not followed by most of the students although 
peer pressure was high at times.  The one rule that stood out among all 
others was simple – no sex.  Nothing even remotely sensual or provocative.  
The list was extensive!

By contrast by cousin went to the University of Pittsburgh which sounded like 
a non-stop party from the way my cousin described it.  Her dorm was coed and 
guys were allowed in rooms although the doors were suppose to be kept open 
when they visited.  She could wear just about anything (and knowing her, I 
imagined she pushed even THOSE limits).  As for sex, all they cared about was 
that nothing was done that was illegal.

Kristi was two years younger than me but last year she'd already had sex with 
more guys than I had and while my sex life went ice cold at school, hers was 
wilder than ever.  I had no doubt she was quite popular – with the boys AND 
the girls.  She described things that I could only dream about while I was at 
school.

Although she had not had sex with any of her professors, she said she did 
have a good time teasing them and most of them were more than willing to go 
along with the game even if they didn't actually do anything outside the 
classroom.  If I even batted an eyelash at one of my professors I would've 
been hauled before the ethics review committee and put on probation!  Oh 
well, overall I loved my school and besides, I was there for an education, 
not sex.

After we had chatted for a while I described my plans for the evening to 
Kristi.  She put on a big pout and folded her arms to show her 
disappointment.  

"Aw Kelly," she pouted, "Why didn't your dad ask ME to join in?  Remember 
what an incredible time we had before?"

"Yeah, like you haven't been getting enough cock lately," I laughed.  

"That's not the point Kelly," she replied, "The whole thing, posing as whores 
and letting your dad fuck us in front of them, like, it was one of the 
wildest things we have done!"

I had to agree with her on that one.  We had certainly done some crazy things 
together but that night had been absolutely surreal.  As I said before, it's 
not that I ever wanted to actually BE a whore, but to have those guys THINK 
we were was erotic to say the least.  The more we talked the more horny I got 
thinking about what I'd be doing in just a matter of hours.  

"Well... you're going to have to tell me EVERYTHING about it tomorrow," she 
said.  "And be sure to tell your dad he owes me one!"

I laughed at that one – as if she didn't get fucked enough by my dad as it 
was.  I was so horny I was ready to jump her right then and there but I knew 
I had to get home to get ready for the evening and if I let my lust get the 
better of me now it might be hours before I broke free.  I got up to leave 
and just then my aunt came in from the garage carrying some groceries.

"Mommmmmm!" Kristi whined, "Kelly's dad's letting her pretend to be a whore 
again tonight and he didn't invite me!"

My aunt just laughed, "Yeah, I already know.  Mary called me to tell me about 
it.  Sorry girl, looks like Kelly gets all the fun tonight!"

Kristi was still pretending to be put out and she probably actually WAS to 
some degree.  After all, I think she probably would BE a whore if given the 
opportunity.  My aunt came over and put her arms around her.

"Awwwwww, don't worry baby," she cooed, "The two of us can have our own fun 
tonight."

I smiled and waved goodbye, leaving them to whatever was going to happen 
next.  My aunt had divorced when Kristi was young and she never knew her dad.  
The two of them grew up extremely close, even sharing the same bed all her 
life.  I thought it was special for me to have sex with my mom when I was 
sixteen but I couldn't help but feel a bit jealous when I learned that Kristi 
and her mom had been intimate a long time before that.

Kristi didn't have a father to fuck her do my dad gladly filled that role 
when she turned sixteen.  She was always a bit wilder than me and I shuddered 
to think sometimes of what she and my dad did when they went out!  I wasn't 
really jealous, though, because I knew I was my dad's only daughter and he 
loved me in a way he could never love Kristi.


Chapter 3 – Getting Ready
=========================

Arriving back home my mom met me in the hallway and wagged her finger at me.  
"I warned you not to get carried away if you went over there," she fussed, 
"Now you'd better get going if you're want to be looking hot tonight!"

My dad stepped in the room and interrupted my mom saying, "Oh give her a 
break Mary, she looks hot waking up in the morning."

He looked at me and asked, "Was Kristi really that peeved that she didn't get 
to come this time?"

"Well dad," I said in a teasing voice, "she DID say you owed her one."

My mom huffed and rolled her eyes as she walked away.  I kissed my dad on the 
cheek and ran up to my room.  Stripping off my clothes, I laid out my dress 
and rummaged through my drawers to find a little black thong.  At the bottom 
of my closet were my favorite heels.  They were just four inches high which 
was more than enough for me.  Anything more and I felt like I was walking on 
stilts.  

As I was taking my shower I started to think about all sorts of things – how 
I would introduce myself tonight, what the guy's cock would taste like, what 
kinds of things he would expect me to do.

Then I thought of my cousin and aunt and I imagined them in bed now, in each 
other’s arms loving one another as only a mother and daughter can.  I would 
have loved to have stayed and joined them – it had been ages since my aunt 
and I had sex together.  She was really more into men her age and while she 
fucked my dad now and then, she and I only played once in a blue moon.  I 
know her and my mom still had the close relationship they had shared since 
their early teenage years but they kept that relatively private and I rarely 
saw them do much more than kiss.

All the time I was thinking of these things my fingers had worked there way 
between my legs and my fingers were playing with my clit as the water ran 
down along them.  I heard the bathroom door open and my dad walked in just as 
I was getting close.  He must have heard me panting because the door cracked 
open and he peeked inside.

"Need some help in there?" he asked with a sly grin on his face.

"Daddy, I'm busy!" I said, pretending to be shocked that he would interrupt 
me while I was masturbating, "Besides, you'll be getting me later if you're a 
good boy."

He flashed a grin at me and left me to finish myself off which only took a 
few minutes more.  Satisfied and clean, I spent a while drying off and fixing 
my hair before returning to my room.  Normally not a big one for a lot of 
makeup, I decided to use just the minimal amount although I picked out some 
sexy lipstick that accentuated my lips and smile.

I left my hair loose - a ponytail just didn't seem appropriate with a slutty 
dress.  Looking in the mirror I debated whether or not to try to put some 
curl in.  My hair has always been a source of frustration for me.  It's 
always straight and I've tried every combination of conditioner to get 
anybody to it.  Technically I'm a brunette but that covers a broad spectrum 
of color and over the years I've tried various hair colorings.  Probably the 
worst thing I experimented with was going blond for a summer.  Looking back 
at those pics I cringe!

Eventually I had myself ready and I slipped on the thong.  I would have loved 
to meet the sadist who invented the damn things.  Guys love them but I tell 
them they don't have to wear one!  Basically I walk around all night feeling 
like I have a wedgie!  Oh the things girls do to satisfy men!

I dropped the dress down over my head and worked it downward, pulling it to 
get it to at least cover my ass at least a little bit.  This dress should 
have been advertised as being good for your posture because unless I stood up 
perfectly straight it pulled up and revealed my butt!  Sitting down and 
bending over to put on my heels it lifted up and I found myself basically 
sitting on my chair bare-ass as the thong didn't provide any coverage in the 
rear.  Oh well, it's not like I was going to be wearing it to the mall or 
anything.

One last look in the mirror and I smiled.  Yep, I definitely looked like a 
streetwalker tonight!  If only my roomies could see me now!  Of course, Jen 
wouldn't mind but my other roomies had no idea what Jen and I did behind our 
door.  I'm sure they would have been totally shocked at my current appearance 
considering they usually saw me as the mousy school girl.  I giggled as I 
tried to estimate how many milliseconds it would take for me to get kicked 
out of chapel if I showed up in his outfit!

I grabbed a small purse that was just big enough for a tube of lipstick and 
headed downstairs where my parents were waiting.  My dad was dressed up in a 
suit – men have it soooooo easy, they can wear a suit to anything.  My mom 
was drinking some coffee at the dinner table and when I arrived she looked up 
and smiled approvingly at me.  My dad saw her eyes look up and turned to see 
me and a huge grin broke out on his face.

"Mmmmmmm, now THAT is what I call an outfit," he said with a tinge of pride 
in his voice.  Looking at my mom he boasted, "See, I CAN pick out clothes 
despite your lack of confidence in me."

My dad had bought me this outfit for Christmas and although it didn't stay on 
me very long when I modeled it for him, he never failed to remind my mom that 
HE had picked it out all by himself.  I hated to burst his bubble but in all 
honesty it didn't take a tremendous amount of fashion taste to pick out a 
simple black dress.  It was the fact it was so short and cut so low that is 
what made it sexy.

My dad looked at his watch and said, "Well, time for me to get going and pick 
up Andreas."

I looked over at him with a questioning look.  "Andreas"?  Instantly visions 
of some exotic Frenchman came to mind and I started to ask him to tell me 
more about him.  Actually until then he had not said a word about the guy so 
I was curious.  My dad just grinned and shook his head.

"Nope," he said defiantly, "You'll just have to see for yourself."

My mom grinned and I had a suspicion she was in on something which made me 
all the more curious.  Just what was going on here that had her looking like 
the cat who just caught the mouse?

"Don't look at me girl," she said, "my lips are sealed.  Don't worry, I think 
you're going to find tonight a bit interesting." 

Damn, now just what did THAT mean?  Both of my parents looked entirely too 
pleased with themselves so I knew something was going on that my dad had not 
told me about.  Oh well, I trusted him that he would never do anything that 
would be bad for me so I guess I would just have to find out for myself.

My dad gave my mom and me a kiss and off he went.  My mom and I sat down (or 
at least I tried to without splitting the dress apart) and tried to talk 
about school and church as if it was just a typical evening.  


Chapter 4 – The Hotel
=====================

I kept on eye on the clock and finally the time came for me to leave as well.  
My dad had arranged for a taxi to pick me up so I wouldn't have to ride the T 
downtown and he was right on time.  My mom loaned me her evening coat which 
was long and black and she helped me slip it on before I went out to the 
taxi.

I gave the driver the address of the hotel and he gave me a look as if 
wondering just what was going on but he remained discreet and didn't say a 
word to me the entire trip.  I crossed my legs in the back seat and felt my 
clit tingle just a little as the motion caused it to rub against the tight 
thong just a little.  God was I so horny!  I couldn't wait to get there and 
have some fun.

My taxi dropped me off at the hotel entrance and the doorman held the door 
open as I entered.  I noticed he gave me the once over as I passed through 
and I flashed a smile at him as I went in.  I was sure he was thinking that 
someone was getting lucky tonight and he was right!

Once in the hotel lobby I couldn't resist myself and I took off the coat and 
draped it over my arm.  There were several guys checking in at the time and 
it was all I could do from smiling a huge grin when I noticed every eye 
turned towards me.  I could feel the edge of my skirt just under my ass and I 
knew every one of them was hoping I would bend over just a bit and reveal 
what I was wearing underneath – or not wearing if that be the case.  It was 
more fun to tease them though and I slowly walked through the lobby leaving 
them to wonder.

Stepping into the elevator, I kept my aloof look on until the doors closed 
and then let out a deep breath.  It was about to happen now and this was 
really my last chance to back out.  In reality, there was no way I would even 
consider such a thing though and as I went higher my pussy just got hotter 
with anticipation.

Finally the door opened and I stepped into the hallway.  Although not a 
suite, my dad had told me they were going to be in an "executive" room which 
had more space than the typical room.  There was nobody else to be seen and I 
walked down to where the room was.

Just as I was about to knock the door opposite opened and what looked like a 
businessman stepped out.  He closed the door behind him and then saw me 
standing there.  I smiled at him but his eyes never went above my chest.  He 
quickly walked down the hall, shaking his head.  No doubt he assumed I was 
NOT there for a restful night's sleep.

Alone once again I straightened out my dress and took in a deep breath and 
let it out slowly.  I knocked lightly on the door just twice and waited.  
Within a few seconds the door opened and there was my dear old dad.

"Hi, you must be Kelly?" he said with a wink at me.  "C'mon in, we've been 
waiting for you."

I stepped in and quickly took inventory of the room.  There was a huge 
bathroom just as you walked in with a large king size bed, a couch, and a 
glass-top desk with the usual phone and lamp.  A TV set was hidden away in a 
tall wooden structure with an ice bucket chilling what looked to be some sort 
of white wine in it.  Of course what grabbed my attention was the person 
waiting for me.  Sitting in the stuffed chair next to the couch was older-
looking man who must have been in his forties or early fifties.  His head was 
shaved although it looked like he would have been partially bald anyways.  
His suit was definitely NOT off the rack and I would have guessed probably 
cost well over a thousand dollars judging by the tailored fit and material.

The guy stood up and I guessed him at about six feet tall with a build that 
suggested an athletic past if not present.  The one thing though that stood 
out the most though was perhaps the thing I had least expected – he was 
black!  Not brown or light tan but a deep, dark black you rarely saw.  His 
skin was almost shiny the color was so deep.  He smiled and his pearly white 
teeth were in sharp contrast to his face and made his grin almost seem to 
glow.  I'd had sex with a black man before but not as BLACK as this guy was.

My dad introduced me saying, "Kelly, this is Andreas... Andreas, this is 
Kelly, the girl I told you about."

Andreas held out his hand and lightly shook mine in a polite manner.  "Good 
evening Kelly, I must say you come highly recommended."

I blushed slightly and looked down before looking him in the eyes again.  
"Thank you sir, I hope to live up to your expectations."

God, it was like some Victorian novel!  Everyone was being so polite and 
acting as if this were just some typical business meeting.  I wondered just 
how to get things moving along when my dad broke the ice.  

"Why don't you tell Kelly a bit about yourself Andreas," he said, "You've had 
quite an interesting career.

I sat on the couch and crossed my legs.  In doing so my skirt slid up and 
basically revealed my ass.  With my legs crossed he couldn't see my thong and 
I suppose he had to wonder if I was wearing anything underneath my dress.  
Andreas' eyes were locked on my legs and butt as I put my hands in my lap and 
listened as if there was nothing at all unusual going on.

For the next ten minutes or so he described how he had come to the USA as a 
child with his parents, worked his way through school and various law firms.  
My ears really perked up though when he casually mentioned getting married 
when he was young.  He described his four kids – two girls and two boys all 
in their twenties now and living on their own, as if he was talking to just 
anyone.  He mentioned that he was still married and he must have picked up on 
my eyes widening just a bit.

"Sorry, does it bother you that I'm married?  he asked.  "I must say I 
usually don't do this sort of thing but lately our sex life has cooled off a 
bit so when you dad made me this offer I decided it was time to finally look 
out for myself."

God, if he only knew how many times I'd heard THAT line before!  Practically 
every married guy who hit on me claimed his wife was the problem and wasn't 
giving him enough sex.  Of course, it was never THEIR problem!

That said, of course it didn't bother me that he was married and I looked 
over at my dad briefly who just smiled.  I could have reached over and kissed 
him right then and there.  He knew how much I loved fucking married men and 
someone I had a feeling that setting me up with Andreas was partly driven by 
the fact he knew I would be turned on because he had a wife back home.  

"It doesn't matter to me one way or the other Andreas," I said softly, "After 
all, tonight is about YOU, not your wife."

I stood up a that point and didn't bother pulling my skirt down so as I faced 
him he could see my thong as it barely hid my pussy.  I slowly swayed my hips 
as then asked him in a seductive voice, "So tell me Andreas, can your wife 
fit into a dress like this?"

I slowly turned in front of him as if dancing to a slow soft song.  Meanwhile 
my dad turned on the television set and set it to one of the porn channels.  
A couple was fucking and he turned down the volume so it was just their 
images on the screen.  

"Just something to help set the mood," my dad explained with a grin.

I turned so I was facing away from Andreas and leaned over so my dress pulled 
up completely over my ass.  The thong pulled in tight between my butt cheeks 
essentially giving him a bare-ass view of me.  I slowly dropped the thong and 
spread my legs apart just enough so he could see my glistening pussy, wet 
from the anticipation of being fucked by his hard black cock.  Reaching 
between my smooth legs, I traced one finger from my ass, over my pussy hole 
and through my pussy lips until it glided over my sensitive clit.  

"Damn Andreas, what do you think of that pussy?" my dad exclaimed.

"Mmmmmmm," Andreas replied, "I thought you were exaggerating about her but 
now I see you were actually not doing her justice!  That's the sweetest 
looking cunt I've seen in a long time!"

"Go on," my dad encouraged him, "she's all yours – at least she damn well 
better be for what she charges!"

We all laughed except Andreas who really did not understand just how much 
this WAS costing my dad.


Chapter 5 – Andreas Fucks Me in Front of My Dad
===============================================

Feeling incredibly horny and hot, I leaned over the bed to support myself, 
keeping my legs straight and spread apart.  This was one of the few times my 
dad's porn magazines come in handy – they can teach you all sorts of sexy 
poses!

Andreas's hand gingerly reached between my legs and gently cupped my damp 
crotch.  His middle finger began to explore my pussy, pushing it into my 
pussy and then wiggling it inside of me.

"Nice pussy – good and tight," he said approvingly to my dad.  "God my wife 
hasn't felt this tight in twenty years." With his finger now wetted, he 
pulled his hand upward and ran little circles around my asshole.  Then I felt 
his finger began to push against my asshole and I turned my head around to 
him to say, "Sorry, that's not for play." 

Andreas kept pushing his finger into my asshole though, as if he never heard 
a word I said.  I looked over to my dad for some support.  He knew I hated 
anal sex and I was hoping he would step in and defend me – or least my 
asshole!  I was surprised then when he didn't say a word and instead he just 
watched as Andreas slipped his finger into my ass.

I had played with my asshole in the tub and shower before but never much more 
than that.  During my last escorting gig I had been forced to do anal which 
was a big reason for why I quit the escorting business after that night.  I 
might put up with his finger but he had better not try anything bigger than 
that.

"God her ass is tight!" he exclaimed.  I didn't know what to say – should I 
protest and piss him off or just him go?  This wasn't exactly the way I had 
figured the night would start out, that was for sure.  The amazingly he 
stopped and went back to playing with my pussy.

"Don't worry, I'm not in anal myself.  I was just curious how tight your 
asshole was."

Whew!  I was relieved to hear that.  I have never figured out the fascination 
some people have for assholes.  I guess when I think about it all I imagine 
is my crap coming out and for the life of me I could never lick a guy's 
asshole.  I didn't mind if a guy licks me – that's his business although I 
don't let him kiss me or coming near my face again afterwards.

The one time I'd been fucked in the ass it hurt like hell and I never wanted 
to try it again.  I've had guys try to tell me I just needed more lubricant, 
etc.  but the bottom line (pun intended) is that I have a perfectly good 
mouth and pussy that can handle a cock quite well, thank you, so why mess 
around with my asshole?

In the meantime Andreas was doing a nice job of fingering my pussy and as his 
fingertips toyed with my clit all thoughts of my near anal disaster 
disappeared.  Andreas pulled his finger out of me and put it up to my lips.  
I opened my mouth and he slipped his finger in and I sucked it like a binky, 
savoring the flavor of my wet pussy on his finger.

"Ahhhhhh, you like the taste of your pussy don't you?" he said, "Well I can't 
blame you for that one."

He slapped my playfully on the butt saying, "OK, time to get down to some 
business.  See that girl sucking cock in the screen?  Well, I bet you can do 
better than that."

I stood up and glanced over at the TV.  Some porn whore was sucking a huge 
cock but all she was doing was just going up and down on it – no imagination 
whatsoever!  To think this girl was suppose to be a "pro".  Hell, I could 
suck a cock twice as good as she ever dreamed.  This was also a classic 
example of why I hate porn.  It not only objectifies women, it leads men to 
think that it represents what women want from sex and what men expect from 
them.  It was just like what Andreas had asked for – do it "like her".

Andreas was still standing with his suit coat off now, draped over the chair 
behind the desk.  He stood there with his hands on his hips, obviously 
waiting for me to "service" him.  Well, what could I really say as that's 
what a whore does so I went to "work".  Standing in front of him, my eyes 
level with his chest, I reached out and undid his belt and pants.  Kneeling 
down, my dress creeping up practically to my waist, I pulled his pants 
downwards to his ankles followed quickly his boxer shorts.  His dress shoes 
were still on which kept his clothes bunched around his ankles.  His white 
dress shirt had long tails which came down past his crotch and hid his cock 
from my sight.

I could already smell his manhood as nothing tweaks my nose like the strong 
scent of a male crotch.  Pulling his shirt aside, I got my first clear view 
of his cock and my first thought was, "God, they're right!".

OK, I hate to admit to stereotyping people, but everyone jokes about black 
men having big cocks.  In my own limited experience, I would say skin color 
doesn't matter but in the case of Andreas, the stereotype certainly fit.  
Damn, he was hung like a horse!  His cock was still relatively soft but it 
hung down and looked to be over six inches long already.  Not only that, he 
wasn't circumcised so his cock head was hiding behind the covering of his 
foreskin.  His cock was as jet black as the rest of him and surrounded by am 
incredibly thick thatch of stiff curly pubic hair which, from the length of 
it, he apparently never shaved or trimmed.  

All in all, his dick looked absolutely delicious!

I took his cock in one hand and held it so it faced me.  Looking up at him 
first and then back at his cock, I leaned forward and slipped the end of his 
cock into my mouth.  His musky odor filled my nose as my tongue ran over the 
end.  My hand pulled back on his foreskin and the head popped into my mouth 
which I promptly started to lick with my tongue.  It wasn't long before I was 
rewarded with the feeling of his cock twitching and the pulse in it veins 
promised that it would soon be hard as a steel pipe.

Andreas put his hands on my head and pulled my face tightly into his crotch.  
He ran his hands through my hair, pulling on it just slightly, just enough to 
make it tingle and drive me crazy.  My had bobbed on his cock while my tongue 
ran over it.  While I stroked it with my one hand, feeling it growing inch by 
inch in my mouth, my other hand cupped his balls and massaging them, rolling 
them gently between my fingers.

"Oh yeah, John," Andreas called over to my dad, "This little whore certainly 
knows how to suck a cock!

I turned my head to look over at my dad and saw he was sitting on the couch 
with his pants unzipped and his own cock sticking out while he masturbated, 
watching his daughter sucking this guy's growing cock.  I loved watching my 
father masturbate, especially when I knew he was thinking about me.  It gave 
me this incredibly sexy feeling knowing my dad thought about me that way.  If 
my own father could masturbate thinking about me, I could only imagine what 
other men thought about me!

Andreas grabbed me by the shoulders saying, "Shit, I need to taste that 
pussy.  Lay back on the bed and spread those gorgeous legs.

I got up and backed into the bed.  Keeping my dress on, if you could call it 
that considering it was now riding around my waist allowing him a clear view 
of my bare pussy, I let myself fall onto the bed on my back.  I put my feet 
up on the bed and let my knees fall to the sides so my pussy was spread open 
for him.  Andreas stood over me and just looked down at me with his cock in 
his hand as he slowly stroked himself.  

"Damn, that is one sweet looking cunt," he said to me.  I smiled as I used 
both hands to spread my pussy lips apart for him.  He kneeled at the edge of 
the bed and put one hand on each of my inner thighs, pushing my legs even 
farther apart as his face lowered itself down between my legs.  I gasped as 
his tongue lightly touched my swollen clit.  

"Mmmmmmm, I think she likes that," my dad said.  I looked over and saw he had 
risen from the couch to stand at the end of the bed not far from my head.  
"Well, let's see if she can handle another cock while you’re taking care of 
her pussy."

My dad dropped his off and got up on the bed.  He kneeled above my head and 
leaned forward over my face.  I looked up and saw his balls hanging above my 
face and then he pushed his cock down into my mouth so while I was sucking 
his cock his hairy balls were rubbing against my cheeks and nose.  As much as 
my pussy was enjoying Andreas' efforts, taking my dad's dick in my mouth 
right in front of this guy was turning me on even faster.

In the meantime my pussy was indeed getting quite the workout from Andreas.  
He had a long tongue and when he pushed it in my pussy he could stick it in a 
ways which felt incredibly good.  Speaking of long, he could hold his breath 
a long time as well which meant he would smash his mouth firmly against my 
pussy and push his tongue into me as deep as he could.  It was like being 
fucked by a tongue!

All the while I was squirming from my pussy being licked by Andreas, I was 
also trying to suck my dad's cock as well.  It was difficult to concentrate 
on both ends but my dad helped by stroking himself in and out of my mouth.

"Shit Andreas, you must be doing one hell of a job eating her pussy," my dad 
said, "she's having a hard time concentrating on my cock!"

Andreas looked up and although I couldn't see him I imagined he had a big 
grin on his wet face.  He was good - and he knew it!

"Well, your cock looks pretty good in her mouth right now," he said, 
"Hmmmmmm, I think she's ready now.  Mmmmmmm, what do you say John, time to 
fuck this whore?"

My dad pulled out of my mouth and I lifted my head up and looked first at him 
and then at Andreas with a smile.  "I say go for it, Andreas!" he said, "Fuck 
her."

How can I describe how it felt to hear those words from my father.  My own 
dad had just told a guy I had never met before to, "Fuck her".  My own father 
was encouraging this guy to screw his only daughter, to stick his dick in 
her, to maybe even cum in her and leave his seed.  

What kind of father would ever do such a thing to his daughter?  Well, the 
kind of father my dad is – a loving, wonderful man who knows what his 
daughter enjoys and what turns her on.  The kind of father that is concerned 
about what his daughter wants more than he does.  It made me feel so 
wonderful at that moment, realizing how much he must love me to do this for 
me.

Andreas stripped off his shirt, motioning for me to do the same with my 
dress.  I sat up on the bed and started to lift it over my head.  My dad was 
still behind me and he helped me take it off, leaving me naked then except 
for my heels which I decided to leave on.  Once again, it was the influence 
of the porn industry at work.  Why in the world would a real woman want to 
wear heels while she was being fucked?  Well, guys see the whores wearing 
them in porn licks so they think girls like me should do it too.

Andreas sat on the couch, stroking his massive cock which was now hard as 
pole.  I walked slowly up to him with my hands on my hips and watched him 
masturbate.  Damn I wanted that monster in me!  It was hard not to just jump 
on his lap and drop my pussy down onto it.  Well, that would happen soon but 
first I owed them a show for what they "spent" to get me for the night.

Licking my lips seductively, I turned around and rubbed my ass with both 
hands.  My hips gyrated my hands wandered over my ass and in front to my 
pussy.  Leaning over with my legs straight and spread apart, I ran my fingers 
over my pussy slit, letting one finger slide between the wet lips and dip 
into my pussy.

"Alright, enough teasing.  Get over her and sit on my cock," Andreas 
demanded.

He didn't have to ask me twice.  I backed into him, straddling his legs which 
were tight together.  Then I slowly lowered myself down onto his waiting 
dick.  My dad who was still on the bed and I winked at him as I felt Andreas' 
cock press against my pussy.  As usual, my pussy resisted the intruder at 
first.  Then finally, almost begrudgingly, it split apart to allow him 
entrance.

The weight of my body forced my pussy to accept more his thick cock and I 
could feel my thighs split open as his big cock disappeared inside of me.  It 
kept going deeper until I started to wonder if it was ever going to never 
stop moving further into me when finally my ass was on his lap.  I lifted my 
legs off the floor, holding myself steady with my hands on this legs to cause 
my full weight to press his dick into me as far as it would go.  I wiggled 
and squirmed, making his cock move around inside of me.

Andreas put his hands on my hips to steady me.  Once again my feet were 
planted on the floor and I started to slowly rise and fall on his cock.  
First I would lift myself up slowly and then, after teasing him with just the 
head of his cock still in me, I would drop as fast as I could back down on 
his lap.  Each time the sudden drive of his fat cock into my pussy would make 
me gasp as it felt like my pussy was going to explode from the huge thing 
that was in me.  

Faster and faster I went, fucking his hard black cock.  Looking down between 
my legs I could see his dick moving in and out of me, the darkness of his 
cock contrasting sharply with the light skin of my thighs and crotch.  When I 
was down on him his thick pubic hair covered my pussy, hiding everything from 
view until l rose up again when I could see his shaft as it entered my pussy 
and then was out of sight.

Meanwhile my dad had stripped off his clothes and was laying back on the bed, 
stroking himself slowly as he watched his daughter being fucked by this huge 
black cock.  Looking at his nude body, I was proud of him for the way he kept 
himself in shape.  He looked so sexy laying there on the couch – no beer gut 
or flab like the fathers of most of my friends.

"Turn around," Andreas said in a firm voice.

Dutifully I lifted myself off his cock reversed my position.  It was a little 
tricky keeping my balance with the heels but he held my legs and kept me from 
falling over backwards as I kneeled down and once again allowed Andreas to 
fuck me.  He leaned forward and sucked on my boobs as I ground my ass into 
his crotch, the coarse pubic hair of his cock rubbing against my bald pussy 
like a thick hairbrush.

A moan escaped as my hands tightened their grip on the back of the couch.  I 
was leaning over him, hands on both sides of his head as he used his own 
hands to lift me and then let me drop back down on his cock.  His mouth 
sucked one nipple and then moved to the other, making my boobs feel like a 
furnace was raging inside of them.  Mmmmmmm, I loved my boobs to being sucked 
when someone is fucking me!

Once again I looked back and saw that my dad was still in the same position, 
still slowly stroking himself.  He really wasn't masturbating per se, it was 
more like when I get horny driving or something and I rub myself through my 
clothes.  At those times it's more like scratching an itch then an overt 
effort to cum.  It was the same with him, just as I have seen him 
absentmindedly fondling his dick when we watch TV and there's hot actress on 
the screen (his favorite being Amanda Tapping of StarGate fame).  He was just 
enjoying seeing his daughter being fucked, no different than any proud father 
at his daughter's recital or school play.

"Alright, get up and kneel on the couch," Andreas commanded me.

He was being a little bossy but I sort of like it when a man tries to be in 
control.  It’s not that I want to be submissive in a master-slave sort of 
way, I just like it when a man takes charge.  Andreas was certainly fitting 
the bill for me today in that regard.  He knew what he wanted and he was 
taking it.  Of course, ultimately it was ME that was always in control but it 
didn't hurt to let them think they were.

Following his "orders", I kneeled on the couch with my feet hanging over the 
edge and leaned forward so my folded arms were on the top edge of the couch.  
Andreas pushed my legs apart and with one hand he spread my wet pussy open 
and with the other he guided his stiff cock back into my empty pussy once 
again.  It felt so good to have him back in me again.  Andreas immediately 
went to work, slamming his cock into me and banging up against my ass like a 
pile driver.  He fucked me for what seemed like an hour but was certainly a 
lot less time.  Hey, my pussy didn't care; it was loving it.

"Shit I'm getting close," Andreas gasped.  He suddenly pulled out of me and 
didn't say anything but just grabbed me by the waist and literally flipped me 
over on my back.  My legs hung over the side of the couch and my head rested 
up against the back.  I watched intently as he quickly stuffed his cock back 
in me again and started banging me again.

"Damn Andreas," my dad said, walking up beside us with his hard cock standing 
out from his crotch, "How long you going to fuck that bitch?"

"Don't worry John," Andreas laughed as he kept fucking me without missing a 
beat, "You'll get your chance soon... Watch now, I'm going to COVER this slut 
with cum!"

He pulled out of me yet again and started stroking his cock furiously.  It 
only took a few seconds before a gigantic load of cum erupted, leaving a 
trail from the top of my head, down my face and over my boobs all the way 
down to my stomach!  Damn he could shoot some cum!  The first shot was 
followed by another almost as big, this time some of it falling into my open 
mouth and the rest over my torso.  He still had several more loads in reserve 
and he leaned over me to shoot them on one boob and then the other.

"Hey, now how's that?" Andreas said triumphantly to my dad, "God, just look 
at the little cum slut.  You know, I love seeing a girl with cum all over 
her."

He turned back to me and put one knee up on the couch next to me and then 
took his cock in his hand and used it to spread his cum all over my boobs and 
stomach until I was literally coating with cum.  The cum in my mouth tasted 
bitter, more so than most, but I still managed to smile and pushed it forward 
to my lips so he could see it bubbling from my mouth.  I used a couple of 
fingers to wipe the rest of it from my face into my mouth and then swallowed 
it all in one big gulp.

"Wow Andreas," my dad exclaimed, "Looks she likes your cum!  Look at her 
swallow it down like candy."

I looked at my dad and grinned saying, "So what about you.  Are you going to 
just stand there or fuck me?"

Andreas laughed and sat on the end of the couch.  "Yeah, she's a genuine cum 
slut all right.  I can spot 'em a mile away.  Look at the way she's eying 
your dick.  Yeah, she wants more."

My dad took control and smiled at me.  It was sort of weird being in this 
situation as you might expect.  Suddenly it was like he was just another guy, 
not my father.  The look in his eyes was the same I've seen in dozens of 
other men as they approached me with the intent to fuck me.  It was almost 
animal- like, his male instinct and lust combined to create this intense 
desire to have sex with the female in front of him as his, to take her as his 
mate.

"Lay down girl and suck my cock while John fucks you," Andreas cut in, 
breaking my concentration.  "Damn bitch, I would have thought that little 
pussy would've had enough by now!"

I looked at Andreas and then smiled at my dad saying.  "Well, I think it can 
handle a little more," I responded with a bit of a smirk.

I laid on my side and put my head in Andreas' lap where I started to suck his 
cock slowly.  The scent of my pussy was on him, mixed in with the bitter 
flavor of his sperm.  It was an intoxicating mixture and I loved the taste of 
it in my mouth.

As I sucked Andreas, my dad lifted one of my legs onto the top of the couch 
and pushed the other off the side, revealing my pussy to him like some pole 
dancer on stage.  He straddled my lower leg and guided his cock into me.  It 
was like being in heaven as I felt his hard dick slide into me, joining 
father and daughter once again.  Yes indeed, my dad was finally fucking me – 
and with this guy watching who didn't have a clue that I was his daughter.

"Looking good John!" Andreas called out to him, "Shit, that reminds me.  
Isn't she about your daughter's age?"

"Yeah but my daughter's not a whore," he replied with a grin.

Andreas laughed and then patted me on the head like I was a good puppy or 
something.  

"Well, can you imagine what her daddy would say if he saw his little girl 
now?"

"Probably be pretty proud of her for being such a good fuck!"

Andreas laughed even harder at that one responding with, "Oh yeah, right."

Andreas was in a chatty mood it appeared.  He laughed some more and then 
asked my dad, "So you think she fucks her daddy this good?  You know, it 
wouldn't surprise me if this cute little whore was a daddyfucker.  She has 
that look or whatever.  What do you say girl, do you fuck your daddy?  
Probably your brother too."

It was all I could do to keep from braking out in laughter.  I didn't dare 
look at my dad as I am sure we would have never been able to keep from giving 
ourselves away.  Instead I let go of Andreas' cock and looked up at him with 
a grin on my face.

"Of course my daddy fucks me," I said in teasing tone, "Besides, who else 
would my mommy use to teach me to suck dick so good?"

My dad nearly choked trying to keep his composure but Andreas totally misread 
his reaction.

"Ha!  I knew it.  Shit, don't be such a fucking conservative lawyer John, he 
taunted my dad.  "Don't try to tell me you never dreamed of fucking your 
daughter.  Hell, I have two of them and I can't tell you how many nights I've 
spent masturbating about them."

He pushed my head down deeper into his crotch as he continued.

"Of course, my girls aren't in the same league as our little whore here and 
God knows, I would never touch them for all the world." From the way his cock 
was quivering, Andreas seemed to be getting off on all this talk about me 
being fucked by my dad and so he just kept going on and on about it.

"So tell me daddyfucker, what would he say if he saw you now?  I bet daddy 
would be pretty pissed off knowing his personal piece of ass was out hitting 
the streets – or does he pimp for you?  Yea, I bet that's it, daddy gets off 
from it doesn't he, sending you out to fuck other men and then coming home to 
satisfy him with their cum in you."

My dad was still fucking me slowly but I could tell from the tense grip of 
his hands on me that he wasn't exactly thrilled with where this was all 
going.

"C'mon Andreas, you don't have to humiliate her."

Andreas chuckled and replied, "Sorry John, didn't mean to hit a sore spot.  
Someday you'll have to let me meet your daughter though.  You know, I've 
heard guys talk in the office about her and she has quite the reputation for 
being the hottest daughter in the firm!  What was all this about her costume 
at the last Christmas party, anyway?"

My dad just shook his head and kept fucking me, "Yea, she's pretty hot 
Andreas.  Although after hearing you now, I wouldn't let her get within a 
hundred yards of you!"

Andreas laughed and held his cock under my mouth.  "Well, I'll say one thing, 
whoever's daughter she is certainly did one hell of job teaching her to suck 
cock.  God look at her, she can take the whole thing – my wife could never 
even get half it down before she gagged."

Deep-throating was my specialty and I had held it in reserve until now but it 
worked to get him to change the subject.  I didn't mind talking about being 
fucked by my dad but it was too surreal to be fucked by my dad at the same 
time he was pretending to talk about his daughter at home.  Andreas groaned 
as his cock went down my throat.  I could only hold it there for a few 
seconds and once I almost did gag but I managed to hold it all in despite it 
all.

"You ready to cum yet John?  Andreas asked, "Looks like she needs another 
coat of cum if you ask me."

My dad normally never came on me, almost always either doing it in my mouth 
or pussy.  The few times he came on my face or boobs was when he would 
masturbate while I was sleeping.  Then he would cum in my hair, face or boobs 
so when I woke up later I knew he had been there right next to me as I was 
asleep, masturbating as he dreamed of fucking me and then spraying me as I 
slept.

I think tonight he had been planning to cum in my pussy but Andreas was 
expecting him to spray me and it would have been hard to explain how I 
preferred to have my dad leave his sperm inside of me.  My dad groaned and I 
could feel his cock in me getting ready to explode.

At the last second he pulled his dick out of me.  Actually it was a fraction 
of a second late as it was spraying as it came out of my pussy, leaving a 
little cum in me as it left a trail in the reverse order of Andreas' first 
shot – starting from my pussy and working its way to my boobs.  He let the 
rest of it cover my tits and I used my hands to spreads it over me like 
lotion, licking the rest off my hands when I was finished.  My dad's cum 
tasted so much better than Andreas' did but I was going to say anything about 
it.

"NOW she looks like a good whore," Andreas crowed, "Yes sir, nothing like a 
nice covering of cum to complete the look."

Both cocks were now in front of my face and I alternated between the two of 
them.  Andreas was back to being hard again – not a bad feat for a guy his 
age.  I had not expected him to go on but he was apparently ready to get his 
money's worth although technically it was my dad who had "paid" for me 
tonight.  

"What do you say John?" he asked, "Let's take this party outside."

"Outside?" my dad questioned.  "I meant outside of the room," Andreas said.  
"I always wanted to fuck a girl in an elevator and she's the perfect one."

My dad looked at me and I just shrugged.  It really didn't bother me and 
after all, I'd never been fucked in an elevator before either so why not?

I grabbed my dress and thong and was going to head for the bathroom but 
Andreas grabbed me by the arm and stopped me.

"Hang on there slut.  Now just where do you think you're going?" he asked.  
"Forget the dress, just throw on a coat and leave the cum on you.  I want a 
dirty whore to fuck in the elevator."

Once again I looked at my dad who just shrugged his shoulders.  The cum had 
pretty much dried on me already and frankly it was itching just a bit so I 
would have preferred to have washed it off but I could live with it.  I put 
on my mom's coat and the guys dressed quickly although I noticed Andreas 
didn't bother with his boxer shorts.

When they were ready we headed to the elevators.  There weren't that many 
people using them at the time and one came almost immediately when we pushed 
the buttons.  As soon as we got in my dad hit the button for the top floor 
and off we went.

Andreas didn't waste a second as he turned me to face the wall and pulled my 
feet back and spread my legs apart.  He lifted the coat sand I heard his 
pants unzip.  For an old guy he sure could maintain an erection!  Within five 
second of the door closing he was fucking me again!  I can't say I was 
getting all that much from the fucking itself but there was something about 
doing it in such as public place that was a turn-on.

The elevator soon reached its destination and my dad stood in front of us as 
the door opened.  Nobody seemed to be there so my dad checked and saw nobody 
was on their way either so he held the "door open" button and kept watch 
while Andreas kept on fucking me in the back of the elevator.

Whether it was the location or what but unlike most men who take much longer 
to cum the second time, Andreas was surprisingly fast this time.  It was only 
a few minutes and he was ready to go!  My dad was having a fit with the door 
as it kept wanting to close, but he managed to keep it open and fortunately 
not a soul had tried using the elevator on that floor.

"Mmmmmmm, take my cum whore," Andreas panted, "tell me you want it."

I actually did so it wasn't hard to respond.  "Oh yea, cum in me……God I want 
you to cum inside of me!"

Well, cum in me he did although his load was noticeably smaller than his 
first.  As big as he was I could feel his cum emerging from his cock much 
deeper in me than when I was with most guys.

"Oh yea," Andreas moaned, "take my cum baby!"

He emptied himself in me and then pulled out and let my coat drop back down.  
My dad let go of the door button and pressed the button for our floor.  Back 
on our floor the door opened and several people were waiting there.  Although 
they had no idea what had just happened in the elevator I'm sure they had to 
wonder what a girl my age was doing heading for a hotel room with two older 
guys in tow.  Oh well, who really cared?

Back in the room Andreas plopped down in the chair and let out a big breath.  
"Damn, that was hot!  It's been a long time since I came twice in one 
evening!"

He laid his head back and suddenly it was like someone had turned off a light 
switch and he was asleep!  Now I had a lot of guys want to just roll over and 
go to sleep after cumming but this had to be the world record.  I walked over 
to him and look at him – he was passed out and I had a feeling wouldn't be 
conscious again for the rest of the evening.


Chapter 6 – My Dad Gets His Turn
================================

Turning to my dad, I hugged him and looked up at his eyes with a grin on my 
face.

"So I'm some sort of daddyfucker, eh?" I tease him.

"You know it baby.  Damn you were hot tonight by the way." he said with a 
soft voice.  "Why don't you head home and when I get back you can fuck your 
daddy again tonight?

I dropped my coat and put my hands on my hips, "Why not fuck me now?" I 
asked, "After all, you DO know I haven't cum yet tonight?"

My dad's mouth opened and he looked a bit surprised at my revelation.

"Damn baby, I'm sorry.  I guess I was more worried about what he was doing to 
you and didn't think about you that way." He kissed me and then pulled back 
laughing a bit.  "You know, you really DO need a shower.  What do you say we 
share one?"

I smiled at that and slipped off the heels – damn THAT felt good!  My dad 
quickly undressed and we headed for the bathroom, leaving Sleeping Beauty 
behind.  The shower was smaller than ours at home and had a curtain instead 
of doors which were a pain but I wasn't worried about technicalities.  I 
adjusted the water temperature and stepped inside with my dad close behind – 
literally!

I stood up straight as my dad soaped me down, scrubbing the crusty cum that 
covered my boobs and face.  In return, I stroked his wet and slippery cock 
with my hand as he rinsed me off, feeling him swelling in my hand a little 
more with each stroke.  By the time I was clean he as hard enough to fuck me 
and I turned around to lean against the end of the shower away from the 
spray.  Turning my head, I looked at my dad with a loving look.

"Fuck me daddy," I said softly, "Fuck me the way a daddy fucks his daughter.  
I want to be your little girl again, not a whore."

My dad reached between my legs and pushed a finger up into my cunt.  "Ah 
baby, I love you," he said softly, "You'll always be my little girl."

He positioned his cock under me and closed my eyes in anticipation.  Slowly 
his cock pushed it way into my cum soaked et pussy as I felt the spray of the 
shower strike me in the back and run down through the crack in my ass.

"Mmmmmmm, Kelly," my dad said gently in my ear, "This is how I want you, slow 
and gentle, like when you were a little girl and I wanted to show you how 
much I loved you."

There was just something different now as he fucked me, something more 
intimate and loving than before.  This wasn't playacting anymore.  I think 
that is why I didn't cum earlier.  I wanted my daddy to fuck me, not have my 
daddy pretend he wasn't my daddy and then fucking me.  I loved fucking other 
guys but this was special, intimate, loving.

My dad finally pulled out of me and turned off the shower.  Carefully he 
lifted me in his arms and set me down on the sink counter top.  Spreading my 
legs apart he pulled me to the edge so my pussy was right on the edge of the 
counter top.  He stepped between my legs and I then lifted them up and 
wrapped them around his waist, pulling him into me.

I looked in my dad's eyes and softly said, "Oh fuck me... please fuck me like 
my daddy."

I felt a tear form and next thing I knew I was balling my eyes out as I put 
my arms around his neck and lifted my hips up to him.  He entered me and for 
the next few minutes we just held each other close, not moving or saying a 
word.  I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me and I felt so secure in 
his arms as he mated with me.  It wasn't really right to cal this moment 
fucking, it really was more like a mating ritual.  Not that I wanted to bear 
his child or anything – god no!  Yet what we shared was more than just 
physical, there was an intimacy and respect involved that I would expect some 
day when I make love to my husband with the intent to truly mate and bear his 
child.  My dad was definitely NOT my lover, he was my dad and I never felt 
him as anything else but I knew only one person could ever make me feel this 
way when we were joined and that was going to be my husband.

Slowly my dad began to slide in and out of me.  We stayed holding each other 
while his hips swung in and out, forcing himself into me and then out again.  
It was so gentle, so loving, so much better than what Andreas' had done to me 
earlier.  Oh sure I liked him fucking me but my dad was making me feel loved 
– something Andreas certainly didn't do.  It took a while but my dad 
eventually came in me that way – slow and soft.  I welcomed his cum inside of 
me, a symbol of his love for me.  After he came we held each other again, 
still in each other’s arms, just holding on to the moment.  I think I will 
always remember that moment, when after an evening of pure sex and fucking my 
dad showed me how simple it was to demonstrate his love and respect for me.

We dressed and my dad left a note for Andreas saying he would meet him Monday 
morning a the office.  There was no need for me to take a taxi home with my 
dad there.  I rode next to him and massaged his cock gently though his pants 
the entire trip home.  I wasn't trying to get him off, I just wanted to feel 
him and remember how wonderful he had made me feel tonight.

I love my Dad!

THE END

  
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