Subject: My Dad's Business Partner (MF, incest, oral)
Diary Date: February 4, 2006
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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!!!WARNING!!!!
This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may
include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
incest and adultery. It is not intended to implicate any person or action by
them or me, nor advocate such practices. If you can't separate fantasy from
reality, get professional help - FAST!
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Although I wrote this to stand on its own as much as possible, it might help to
understand things better if you read my previous diary entries at
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kelly85/. The "About Me" directory also has a
lot more information about me as well if you're interested.
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
Superbowl Sunday. It's just that it was so different from everything
else that happened this weeked 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
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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.
"Hmmmmm, 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
had not 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
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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.
"Awww, 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
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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
others 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 any body 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 soooo 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.
"Mmmmmm, 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
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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 though 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.
"Mmmmmm," 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.
"Mmmmmm, 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 your 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, "Hmmmmm, I
think she's ready now. Mmmmmm, 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. Mmmmmm, 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. Its 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.
"Mmmmmm, 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.
"Mmmmmm, 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 others 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