Subject: Dad's Office (MF, incest, oral)
By: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Diary Date: July 18, 2007
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Summary:
It had been quite a while since I visited my dad’s office but it was midsummer
and I was bored so why not? Most of the guys there have known me since I was
little but there were a few new faces. One of them wasn't exactly “new” at 56
years old, but I’d never had a grandfather do me before so why not take
advantage of the opportunity?
Table of Contents
Chapter 1 – Keeping Up With Our Morning Ritual
Chapter 2 – Chapter 2 – Masturbation With a View
Chapter 3 – My Dad Takes Over – Or So I Thought
Chapter 1 – Keeping Up With Our Morning Ritual
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When I was a teenager in high school, one of my favorite things to do was to
visit my dad’s legal office in downtown Pittsburgh. Sometimes he would bring me
with him in the morning but usually I would just ride the “T” and then walk a
block to get to the office building. Supposedly I was there to help with some
minor office work – filing, mail, that sort of thing. In reality, I preferred
to flirt with the guys in the office more than anything. I’d wear short skirts,
revealing tops, and do just about anything to tease and flirt.
Needless to say, I also made it a point to take advantage of my dad’s office for
some fun with him. My dad loved to fuck me while I looked out the window over
the city, seeing the people far below us and wondering what they would think if
they could see into his office. It was as hot for me as I knew it had to be
with him.
My dad wasn't the only one I played with at his office although nobody was aware
of what I was doing with him. In fact, my first married man was one of the
older partners back when I was just sixteen. OK, so he did me at his house when
I was babysitting and not in the office but that’s just a technicality.
Over the years several more of the guys made it to my “sexual history” list. So
far as they knew, my dad didn’t know anything about it and I think they got a
thrill from fucking the boss’s daughter. Naturally I told my dad everything and
there was even one time when he encouraged me to do a few of them as a “reward”
for some extraordinary work they’d recently completed.
This summer was my first as a college graduate. For once I wasn't simply on
Summer Break, waiting for the fall school year to start. I’d been home almost
two months now and still hadn’t visited my dad’s office. It seemed that as I
got older, I visited his office less and less for a number of reasons. The guys
started to act differently around me as I grew older and went off to college. I
guess it was easier to “innocently” flirt with a sixteen or seventeen year old
high school girl than with a twenty or twenty one year old college student.
When I was a younger teenager, the age difference made it less “real” when I
flirted with them, more like teasing than anything serious.
As I got older, I think it was a little more awkward for the guys. You have to
remember, none of them had a clue that my dad was fucking me or that he didn’t
mind that any of them did me. Had they known, I’m sure things would have been a
lot more interesting! Besides the age factor, now there were secretaries and
clerks younger than me so for me to “help” with the office work wasn’t “cute”
anymore but instead I was threatening their jobs! Finally, now that I am twenty
two, it wasn't like it was “take your daughter to work day” anymore so there was
little excuse for me to visit the office for more than a few minutes.
My “office hours” may not be the same but one thing that hadn’t changed as I
grew older – my dad’s sexual lust for me. From the first time he fucked me
almost six years ago, my dad has always looked for opportunities to have me.
One of our most cherished “traditions” was my morning “wakeup call”. Even if I
woke up earlier on my own, I would wait in my bed for my dad to get up and come
into my bedroom. Sometimes he was the first to wake and these were usually my
favorite mornings as he would let me sleep while he jerked off over me or tried
to play with me such that I didn’t wake up. I love it when I wake up and feel
his dick pressed against me, even more when he manages to actually get it inside
of me without waking me right away.
Some mornings when I was really tired, I might wake up and find his cum on me
from him having jerked off without me waking up at all. Normally I don't really
enjoy having him spray his sperm all over me but this was an exception. I think
it was more the thought that he had jerked off watching me sleeping naked in my
bed and then cumming on me than the actual cum that had dried on my face or
boobs.
This morning was one of those morning when I woke up totally disoriented. You
know what I mean, that feeling of not knowing what day it is or where you are.
It’s like you are lost in some sort of fog, trying to clear the cobwebs from
your mind as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. There was one more thing, my
pussy felt incredible! It was then that I realized why – I was being fucked!
It wasn't anything wild and crazy, just this feeling of a nice warm dick in me,
not even moving at the moment but rather just resting inside of me, filling my
pussy and making me feel incredibly horny.
“Morning baby,” someone whispered in my ear. Of course it could only be one
person – my dad.
“Oh daddy... that feels so good,” I sighed softly, squirming a bit to get a
little more comfortable.
I was on my side and my dad was nestled in behind me. He had lifted my leg just
enough to get his erect dick in me and so I repositioned it to be easier for him
to fuck me. I was rewarded by the feeling of him thrusting it even deeper into
my pussy and I could feel the warmth of his naked body pressed again mine.
“You must have been tired this morning,” he chuckled softly, “Wasn't sure you
were going to wake up before I’d finished.”
I didn’t say anything in response, instead moving my hand down between my legs
where I placed it over his hard dick in me, my fingers on each side of his hard
shaft at the base of his dick where he was pressing it into my pussy. He
started to slowly stroke himself in and out of me and I could feel his wet dick
sliding between my fingers as well.
“Oh yes... fuck me daddy,” I moaned ever so softly, my body wakening a little
more each second as he started to pump himself in and out more quickly.
“You know it baby….God I love fucking your sweet pussy first thing in the
morning.”
“Mmmmm, me too. You feel SO good in me daddy.”
As he slowly fucked me his hand cupped my bare breast, supporting it and gently
massaging it. My hardened nipple was between his fingers and he would squeeze
and pull on it as he played with my boobs. God it felt SO damn good! As his
incestuous dick slowly moved in and out of his daughter’s welcoming pussy, I
started to touch my clit, rubbing it slowly with the tip of my finger, making
little circles around it.
“Harder daddy,” I moaned as my finger on my clit made me jerk and my pussy
gripped his dick even tighter, “Fuck me harder please.”
“Oh yeah, I think somebody’s finally waking up,” he said with a little bit of a
laughter mixed in, “Well, at least her pussy is, THAT’S for sure.”
He was right, my pussy WAS wide awake now as well as feeling like it was on fire
as my finger continue to toy with my clit. His thick hard shaft rubbed against
the sensitive interior of my wet pussy as he stroked himself in and out of me
over and over again.
Suddenly I stiffened as it felt like my entire body had been shocked or struck
by lightening. I gasped as my orgasm struck me and my pussy trembled, gripping
his dick and then releasing it and gripping it again.
“Oh yeah baby, cum for daddy,” he encouraged me, kissing the back of my neck and
upper back as he fucked me hard and fast, making my orgasm peak even higher.
“Cum in me daddy... oh god cum in me NOW!” I begged him, wanting to feel his
sperm inside of me before my orgasm subsided.
Lord only knows what he’d been doing to me before I woke up and it excited me to
think about what he might have done. Had he masturbated looking at me? Had he
rubbed his dick against my sleeping face and lips? How long had his dick been
inside of me before I realized what was going on? Was he ready to cum yet or
did he need to work on it some more? I really had no idea what the answers were
to any of these questions. Thankfully, whatever had happened earlier must have
made him horny enough to cum quickly now. His grip on my boob tightened and he
pulled me against his nude body as he thrust his wonderful dick in me even
further. He grunted and then his hips thrust hard against my ass and then he
began to shoot his sperm into my pussy. Mmmmm, my father was cumming in me!
“That’s it daddy, cum in me,” I begged him as he filled me with warm cum, ”Oh
yeah, I want it all, I want it all in me daddy.”
My dad just kept grunting as he shot one load after another of his sperm into
me. I loved the thought of his horny dick in me, the fleshy tip of it as far up
inside of me as he could push it. I tried to imagine how it would look to see
the warm sperm erupting from the tip, shooting into my pussy, trying futilely to
mate with me. Of course, any other man cumming in me also a great feeling,
don't get me wrong. There’s just something special when I know the dick buried
in my pussy belongs to my dad and that the sperm he is giving me comes from the
same place the sperm that he gave my mom to create me. To have my own father
lust for me this deeply is more erotic than anything I can truly describe.
“God I love you Kelly,” he gasped as he deposited the last of his cum inside of
me, “I wanted you so bad this morning.”
I sighed and put my hand over his, pushing it against my breast saying, “I love
you too daddy... I love it when you cum inside of me.”
He started to push back but I reached behind me with my hand and tried to pull
him back into me.
“Stay inside of me for a while daddy... please stay in me,” I whispered as I
held my legs tightly together, squeezing my pussy down on his dwindling cock,
savoring this moment when I truly belonged to my father.
“Anything you want baby,” he said gently back to me, “Anything you want.”
I closed my eyes and just let the emotions inside of me swell and wash over me.
To be in his arms, his spent cock still inside of me, knowing his sperm was in
me….. what more could a girl ask for first thing in the morning? For that
matter, any time of day?
Finally he kissed my neck a few times and pulled his hand from my breast.
“Sorry baby, I really do have to get to work,” he said softly as he pulled his
dick out of me.
Suddenly I felt so lonely, so empty, like something had been taken from me. It
was at that moment I knew what I would be doing later that day – even if he
didn’t.
My dad left me in my bed, my pussy still throbbing from my orgasm and the memory
of his cock in it. I felt like I had a fever as my entire body was flushed.
Indeed, I was so light headed that it felt like I was about to pass out. God I
wanted him to fuck me again! I wanted to feel my father’s dick slip into me,
spreading my pussy apart as the mushroom head on his cock forced its way into
his daughter’s waiting pussy. I wanted to feel him sliding into me, his cock
stimulating my pussy the way a bow stimulates the strings of a violin as it is
drawn across them. I wanted to feel it pumping in and out of me, to listen to
him tell me how good my pussy felt around his dick, to hear him tell me what a
great fuck I was. Of course, what I REALLY wanted more than anything else was
for him to cum in me over and over again, to flood me with his sperm and groan
and moan as he told me how much he loved me.
My dad stopped back in my bedroom just before he left. Instead of his naked
body I loved to touch and feel against me, he was in his typical suit and tie.
He kissed me and told me he would miss me. Well, he wouldn't be missing me as
much as he thought if I had anything to do with it!
Chapter 2 – Masturbation With a View
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After my dad left I fell back asleep until l woke about an hour later, mother
nature making her demands known. After peeing, I showered and washed my hair,
paying special attention to my pussy and ass to make sure I was as clean as I
could be for my dad later. I had no intention that he would actually do
anything with my ass, but I still liked to keep it spotless in case he wanted to
lick me. Throwing on a long nightshirt, I made my way to the kitchen where my
mom was on the phone with her sister, my Aunt Linda. THAT conversation could go
on all morning so I fixed myself some cereal and sat at the table, watching the
morning news on the little TV we kept in the dining area of the kitchen.
By the time I finished my cereal, my mom was STILL on the phone. They seemed to
be talking about one of my aunt’s recent home sales from what I could gather
hearing only half the conversation. My Aunt Linda was a realtor who managed to
remain a top seller even in the housing market turndown we were in at the time.
Of course, she had a special offering with her home sales most other realtors
didn’t – she liked to fuck her clients! My mother, ever the voyeur, was
listening intently, dropping in a few questions ere and there to clarify things
as well as giving me a partial understanding of what was happening.
As I said earlier, this conversation could, and often did, go on for hours so I
went back upstairs to get dressed. It was always an issue for me as to what to
wear to my dad’s office. When I was younger it was pretty simple – a skirt as
short as I dared wear in public and a blouse at least one or two sizes too
small. The goal back then was to show off my legs and boobs (at least what
boobs I had) as much as possible without actually revealing the goods. As I got
older, I went away from the teen-bopper, ditzy high school girl thing to more
the college girl-next-door look.
Now that I’d graduated, what was appropriate? Well, I guess I should say, what
was appropriately inappropriate? It WAS a professional office so I couldn’t
walk in looking like a hooker. On the other hand, most of the lawyers and staff
had known me since I was a little girl so coming in dressed like a nun would
probably raise more eyebrows than dressing like a whore. In the end I decided
to go relatively casual – designer jeans, a large belt, and a tight yellow cami
that hugged my boobs like a sixteen year-old boy getting his first feel.
When I went back to the kitchen my mom was STILL on the phone. Good grief, how
long could my aunt talk about getting laid by one of her clients? Actually, if
my mom was grilling her the same way she use to when I came home from a hot
date, then it wasn't all that hard to believe. She would want to know all the
details, and I mean all of them.
I gestured for her to take a break and my mom told my aunt to wait for a second.
I explained to my mom that I was heading downtown and she instantly knew where I
was off to. She just winked at me and kissed me quick and then was back on the
phone with her sister again. God, it was worse than two fourteen year-old girls
gossiping on the phone!
Although I could have driven myself downtown, I hated the traffic through tunnel
and bridges, not to mention the expensive downtown parking garages. Instead, I
headed down to the “T” station behind the main part of town, parked the car and
hopped on the next one that came by. The “T” is actually a light rail train
that shuttles around the south side of Pittsburgh. Once I made it to the end, I
got on another that took me downtown, actually under the streets until I got out
and climbed the stairs to the main street level. It was about a block to my
dad’s office building which was good because the heat was starting to rise
already and I knew it was going to be another typical Pittsburgh July day – hot
and muggy. Well, if things went the way I planned, it was going to be hot and
sweaty inside as well.
After getting out of the elevator I entered the office and waved as I walked
past the receptionist. She smiled at me to be courteous but other than that,
didn’t seem inclined to give me the time of day. She was new and I didn’t know
her. I wonder what people had told her about the boss’s daughter to make her so
sullen about me without really getting to know me first? Oh well, who cared
what a receptionist thought of me anyway? As I entered the main waiting area,
there were several clients waiting but I just went straight through the door to
where the legal offices were. In a way, the place reminded me of Boston Legal
with the glass walls and all. The comparison ended there as there weren’t a
bunch over over-sexed women and men chasing around after each other – too bad.
As I walked down the hall, the office décor changed when I entered the area
reserved for the partners. Unlike the other conference rooms and offices, these
were not glass walled and open for anyone walking by to see inside. Rank hath
its privileges and the partners had the rank so their offices had solid walls
and doors that locked, two things that has come in quite handy over the years,
that’s for sure.
I really wasn't paying as much attention to where I was walking as I should have
so when an older gentleman stepped out of his large office reading a file, I
didn't see him until he was right on top of me and we bumped together slightly.
His file dropped to the floor and after he had leaned over to pick it up, he
looked up at me to see who the imbecile was that had gotten in his way.
Fortunately, just as it seemed he was ready to bark and take off my head, he
recognized me. The scowl disappeared and he grinned at me, more of a leer
actually but I took it as a grin.
“Oh excuse me Kelly, I wasn't watching where I was going,” he said
apologetically. Then he took another look at me and smiled. “My, you’ve
certainly grown up since I last saw you!”
Actually, for all practical purposes I hadn’t grown an inch for the last few
years but my bust WAS a cup size bigger and I like to think a few other areas
had smoothed and rounded out as well. I grinned at him as well, acting like I
was shy and embarrassed by his remarks.
“Oh Mr. Connelly, I AM 22 now you know.”
“Kelly, you can call me Martin now, you’re not a kid anymore,” he corrected me.
Then he added under breath in a voice so low I wasn’t sure if I was suppose to
hear him or not, “THAT’S for damn sure.”
Mr. Connelly, or Martin, was one of the older lawyers in the firm, mid to late
fifties I think, and one of the founding partners. He had actually hired my dad
many years ago and even though my dad was now a senior partner, as they say,
some partners are more equal than others and none were more equal than Martin
Connelly.
“Have you seen my dad Mr. Connelly, I mean Martin?” I corrected myself as he
opened his mouth to say something.
“I believe he’s in the middle of a deposition at the moment. It should be over
in about an hour at the most. Do you want me to tell him you’re here?”
I shook my head vigorously. All sorts of ideas were shaping up in my mind as to
what to do during the next sixty minutes or so and none of them included my dad
knowing about them – at least not yet.
“Well, you can wait in his office until then, or you can stay in mine if you
want,” Martin offered, I have a meeting I’m already late for.”
I politely declined the offer for his office and said I would just hang out in
my dad’s until he was available. Even though I hadn’t been there in quite a
while, it was like I’d just been in yesterday with everything in the same place.
I headed for my dad’s office and closed the door behind me. Nobody would
normally come in unannounced with the door closed but just for good measure, I
locked the door as well.
My dad’s office was huge, bigger than our living room back home. Besides his
monstrous desk and leather chair, it had a huge leather couch with matching arm
chairs around a beautiful antique coffee table. There was even a small wet bar
area. The mandatory library of legal books were there (does anyone ever
actually READ them or are they just for show?). What I loved most about his
office, though, was not the furnishings. What I loved was the view!. His
office opened to the west, giving me a postcard view of the downtown and Point
areas of Pittsburgh where the three rivers joined. Actually, two rivers joined
to form the third but that’s enough geography.
I was up about twenty floors and the view today was spectacular. It was bright
and sunny outside, without a hint of clouds, and the air was clearer then usual
for a hot summer day. The new football and baseball stadiums were across the
Allegheny River. People were just little dots below me as they scurried about
like ants. There were some other buildings nearby but I didn’t think anyone in
any of them was paying attention to what was going on across the street.
Anyone who knows me knows that I have a bit if an exhibitionist streak that gets
me in trouble now and then. Usually just the thrill of knowing someone COULD
see me is enough without actually being seen. For instance, driving down the
road without anything on below the waist is thrilling because the people who
drive by me don't know that I’m half naked right next to them; but I know I am
and that’s what’s important. Grabbing my boyfriend’s dick at the top of the
Ferris Wheel is fun because all those people below us don't have a clue what I’m
doing right above their heads. Sure it would be wild if they DID know, but the
thrill of being naughty is what makes it fun for me.
I say all this because the first thing that came to my mind standing at the
window with the city before me was to strip down and stand naked up against the
window, pressing my bare boobs against the cool glass. Although the odds were
negligible that someone WAS seeing me, the fact that someone COULD if they had
just the right angle at just the right moment turned me on tremendously.
As I stood there stark naked, staring out the window, my hand naturally made its
way between my legs and I started masturbating at the thought of some hot guy
watching me from the office building across the street. God that would be so
erotic to see him standing at his own office window, maybe even with his hard
dick in his hand, sticking out from his suit pants. I imagined him jerking off
as he watched me masturbating. Wouldn’t it be hot if both of us could cum
together? When we were done we would wave goodbye and close the blinds. Would
I bump into him on the street later? Would he recognize me?
My hand was getting me pretty horny so I turned away from the window and laid on
the couch with my back to the door so I could continue to look out the windows.
I raised my right leg up onto the back of the couch and let my left one hang
over the side, leaving my pussy wide open and easy to reach. Using just one
finger tip, I circled around my wet clit, then rubbed it up and down and then
back into the tight circles again. My sensitive clit was tingling like an elbow
does when you hit your funny bone, making me jump at times as an especially
sharp feeling of pleasure would emit from my pussy and run through me like an
electric shock. With my other hand, I started to rub my boobs, squeezing them
and then pinching the nipples, pulling on them and then letting them spring back
as my nipple would slowly slip through my fingers.
Chapter 3 – My Dad Takes Over – Or So I Thought
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As deep as I was into my private masturbation session, my ears still picked up
at the sound of the office door lock being opened. Other than the cleaning
staff, there was only one person who had the key to his office meaning it had to
be my dad so I pretended not to notice. If anything, it made me feel even
sexier to know my dad was about to “catch” me playing with myself. The door
made a slight click as he must have tried to close it without making too much
noise and then I heard the soft rustle of his pants as he moved slowly through
the office until he was right behind me.
“Oh daddy, that feels so good.” I moaned as I pretended to fantasize about my
dad fucking me, “Fuck me daddy... oh fuck me more daddy... make me cum.”
Imagine how it must have turned him on to hear me masturbating to the thought of
him fucking me! His dick must have been getting as stiff as a steel rod and I
wondered if he was rubbing it yet. As much as I wanted to turn around and grab
his dick, I continued to play with myself, pretending not to notice he was right
behind me.
After a particularly sharp moan and humping of my hips up against my hand, my
dad reached in from behind me, one arm on each side of me. He started by
putting his hands on my bare shoulders, massaging them gently, running his hands
up and down my smooth upper arms. Then he pulled my hair to one side and I
could feel his hot breath on my neck. Then I shivered as I felt the touch of
his wet tongue on the side of my neck, just below my ear. He gently licked my
neck and ear, then worked his way around and did the same to the other side.
All the while he was licking me, his strong hands continued to massage my
shoulders with his thumbs pressing into my shoulder blades. Well, as horny as I
was I couldn’t pretend to ignore him anymore at this point!
“Mmmmm, that feels so good daddy!” I said softly, continuing to masturbate.
My dad didn’t say a word as his strong hands started to work their way down my
bare chest, slowly approaching my bosom. I pulled my hand away from my boobs as
he grabbed them both, first cupping them in his hands like he was measuring the
weight of a melon in the grocery store (OK, I can WISH my boobs are the size of
melons, can’t I?). Then he put his hands over them and started to knead them
like he was making bread. At first it was just a slight squeezing motion but as
he got going he grabbed them more firmly and pinched my hard nipples. As
always, I loved it when someone played with my breasts. My dad is what you
would call a “pussy man” so usually he would go straight for my crotch and
ignore my boobs so it was nice to have him spend this much time on my boobs for
once.
“You know I love it when you touch me like this daddy,” I moaned as I felt my
orgasm starting to build within me. With my extra hand I pushed a finger inside
my pussy while I continued to rub my clit with the other, only now using two
fingers instead of just one.
“I’m cumming daddy!” I announced as my body stiffened and my hips rose up off
the couch. “Oh God!” I cried out as my entire body was racked with the most
incredible sensations. Indeed, having an orgasm feels like nothing else in the
world!
My dad was breathing heavier as he kissed me on the neck again. I collapsed on
the couch, my hands cupped against my crotch, one over the other, as I pressed
my hand up against me. The pressure alone against my clit was enough to keep my
heart pounding. There was just one thing I wanted at this moment, only one
thing that would satisfy my needs and desires.
“Fuck me daddy... please fuck me now,” I begged him softly, sounding more like a
young girl begging for her daddy to hug her but I wanted a lot more than a hug –
a LOT more!
“Sure, if that's what you want,” a deep voice said in my ear. It was exactly
the words I wanted to hear. There was only one problem – it wasn't the VOICE I
wanted to hear.
Horrified, I flipped myself over and found myself face to face with the last
person in the world I would’ve expected to see, at least under these
circumstances. It wasn't my dad that had been playing with me, it was Martin!
What the hell? I completely froze in place, not knowing whether to cover
myself, scream, or what.
“I take it that I’m not who you thought it was, eh?” he said with a grin on his
face.
“Mr. Connelly!” I gasped, ‘What are you doing in here? Why are you touching
me?”
“I think the real question is, what are YOU doing in here?” he chuckled, “And
how many times do I have to tell you that it’s Martin. So tell me Kelly, is
this what you do every time you visit your dad?”
I was on my stomach with my arms up on the side of the couch so I was relatively
covered, if you don't take into account my bare ass. Besides, it wasn’t like he
hadn’t seen the whole package anyway so what was there to hide? Even so, I felt
distinctly…. well naked. Maybe “exposed” would be a better term.
“How DARE you? How could you do this to me?” I exclaimed, still trying to get
my wits back about me.
As hard as I was trying to be outraged at his behavior, my pussy didn’t seem to
be getting the same memo. Instead, the darn thing was still pulsing and feeling
hot which was in distinct contradiction to how the rest of me was feeling. It
wasn’t my pussy’s fault. Once it got going, it didn’t calm down for a while, no
matter what might happen, not even an embarrassing situation like this. I say
embarrassing because I could feel my face grow hot, even more flushed than it
had been after my orgasm.
Martin smiled again and said, “Oh come now, nothing to be embarrassed about.
You think I didn’t know what you were doing in here? Damn girl, you’re really
hot!”
If possible, my face felt even redder. I’m not normally one who cares if
someone watches me masturbate. In fact, I’ve teased many a boy on a date making
him watch me play with myself but not letting him touch me. In almost any
situation I would tell you I get off having someone watch me do it. THIS was
different though. To make it worse, he heard me asking my dad to fuck me! What
did he think about that? Would he just attribute it to my fantasy or would he
realize that I was speaking from the heart?
“Soooooo, tell me girl… you still need to be fucked?”
My eyes widened as the question at me from out of the blue. My god, it was the
senior partner and technically, old enough to be my grandfather! Not to mention
we were in the middle of my father’s office with an entire law firm on the other
side of the door. What if my dad were to walk in and find us? Sensing my
hesitation, he raised the ante.
“Tell you what, let me fuck you and I’ll forget all that stuff you said about
wanting to fuck your daddy.”
There it was. I had a feeling he was going to bring THAT up sooner or later.
“You really want to fuck me Mr. Connelly?”
“Hell yes!” he responded in a flash, “Shit Kelly, every guy in this firm wants a
piece of your cute little ass - and you damn well know it.”
He paused for it to sink in and then added, “And PLEASE, stop with the ‘Mr.
Connelly’ crap, you make me feel like I’m robbing the cradle.”
I was still trying to figure out his comment about forgetting about me wanting
to fuck my daddy. Did that mean he took it as a fantasy and wasn't going to
tell people about it? Maybe it mean he assumed I WAS fucking my daddy and if I
let him do me then he would forget about THAT? Mr. Connelly was a pretty sharp
lawyer and he rarely said anything that wasn't EXACTLY what he meant to say. I
had a feeling he was being deliberately ambiguous, just to make me all the more
confused. Well, if I was going to go for it, I may as well go all the way.
Besides, what choice did I have?
“OK Martin, then fuck me... let’s see what you can give me,” I said seductively,
licking my lips slowly and looking him in the eyes.
Martin certainly didn't waste any time. He quickly stripped off all his
clothes, even the black tube socks (thank God). I sat up on the couch with my
legs spread apart, playing with my pussy almost absentmindedly as I watched him
drape his clothes over the back of one of the chairs.
Thank goodness I was as hot and horny as I was because he wasn't exactly what
you would call a male magazine model. At his age things shift and rearrange
themselves. He had a bit of a pot belly and a rather flabby ass. His chest was
like a bear rug with a thick covering of black and silver hair. Not only that,
his back and shoulders were also covered with long dark hair. God, he was some
sort of ape man! His legs were too thin to be proportionate to the rest of him
and they were wrinkled as well. Honestly, there wasn't a sexy thing about him.
Well, almost nothing.
There WAS one good thing about Martin. Fortunately, under the circumstances it
was probably the most important characteristic. His dick was absolutely
incredible! Martin was probably the last guy in the world I would have
suspected of packing such a monster. Although flaccid and hanging down limply,
it still looked to be a good 6-8 inches long and thick to boot! Like the rest
of him, his crotch was ridiculously hairy, so hairy in fact it was like a bush
had grown between his legs.
“Wow!” I gasped as I stared at his dick. Yes, I was impressed. It was all I
could look at.
Martin grinned and took his cock in his hand, bouncing it like he was holding a
cucumber and trying to guess its weight.
“Surprised you, didn’t I?” he bragged, “Bet you never knew I was the best hung
guy in the firm, did you?”
Now wasn't the time to ask just HOW he knew that for sure but I was willing to
take his word on it. God Almighty! It had been a long time since I’d had a
dick the size of his.
“Well, are you just gonna sit there and stare at it or what?” he teased me.
He didn't have to say it twice. I couldn't wait to get my hands – and mouth, on
that bad boy! As I picked it up with my thumb underneath it and my fingers
wrapped around the top, it had some genuine heft to it. He was still limp but
even so, it was bigger than most dicks I’d had when they were fully erect! I
stretch it out with my hand, tugging on it gently as I picked up his balls with
my other hand and gently rolled them around with my fingers.
“Suck it,” he whispered in a deep voice to me. He put his hand on my head and
pressed me in towards his crotch.
Again, I didn't need a second offer OR his hand pushing me, I wanted it for
myself anyway. Holding it up out from his crotch, I took just the thick head in
my mouth and suckled it like a nipple – a damn BIG nipple at that. As soft as
he was, it easily fit in my mouth as it moved under the pressure of my gums and
tongue. Mmmmm, he tasted great and his crotch had that distinctive male musk
odor a man gets when he’s been working for a few hours and then gets horny. I
worked his dick with my hand and sucked on it, sometimes taking it all in my
mouth and at other times, just licking it and kissing it up and down the shaft
while I stroked him. It was fun and I loved the feel of his soft dick in my
mouth. There was just one problem – he wasn’t growing! Growing more
determined, I sucked on him harder and faster, trying to get some reaction from
his lifeless dick.
“Fucking blood pressure pills and diabetes,” I heard him grumble.
I don't know if he meant for me to hear him but I had a bad feeling about what I
thought it meant – good ‘ol ED – erectile dysfunction. God, hadn’t he heard of
Viagra? Even if he took it now, I knew from other guys with this issue it could
take an hour or more before things started “working” properly again. Even then,
as limp as he was I had to wonder if even Viagra would have helped. Well, I’ve
been fucked by a LOT of guys and sucked probably two or three times more than
that. Never once have I failed to eventually get the desired response from a
willing partner and Martin was definitely more than willing. The problem was,
the more time that went by without getting any response, the more frustrated he
became which was probably making it harder for him to have an erection even if
he didn’t have ED in the first place! Once this vicious circle started, it was
like a death spiral and I knew that all that was ahead of us was a crash landing
unless I did something quick.
“You like to eat pussy Martin?”
Martin opened his eyes after having shut them to concentrate on whatever it was
he did to try to arouse himself (I was afraid to ask what). He grinned and
nodded so I sat back on the couch again and put my feet up on the edge, letting
my knees spread apart and exposing my shaven pussy to him.
“Eat me Martin.”
It wasn't quite the same as “fuck me” but it served the same purpose. Martin
got down on his knees and put his face on my pussy without a moment’s hesitation
and started to lick my pussy. He actually wasn’t bad at it – better than the
vast majority of men for that matter.
“I want you to play with yourself while you eat my pussy Martin.”
Hey, you don't fuck over a hundred guys and not pick up a few tricks here and
there for your sexual arsenal. One guy in the past who had problems getting it
up with me confessed that he got more pleasure from eating a girl than fucking
her. Well, I should say he got turned on more at the beginning by the thought
of giving ME the pleasure. It was amazing how once he started to lick my pussy
and I made sure he knew I loved it – regardless of how it really felt, his dick
responded and then we moved on to what I wanted – to be fucked. Hopefully it
would work in Martin’s case. No doubt it would take a little while so I sat
back and enjoyed the oral sex.
As I mentioned, Martin was quite good at what he was doing, rivaling a lot of
girls I knew as well and that’s saying something. Maybe it was that he was
older and more experienced. It seemed an extension to my observation that the
older a guy got, the better his oral skills became. My personal theory is that
is has to do with more than just experience. Older men are so much more mature
and emotional stable and seem to be able to give a girl pleasure without seeking
so much for themselves. Teenage boys, at the other end of the spectrum, just
want to get off. To them oral sex was naughty and more a badge of honor than
something to please the girl he was with.
Through it all, I kept up a constant string of sex talk, praising his oral
skills and telling him how good he as making me feel. The longer he went, the
dirtier and nastier I got until it became a stream of positively filthy
dialogue. He was stroking his dick faster and faster as we went on and I hoped
SOMETHING was happening.
“Oh shit, kiss my smelly cunt you fucking bastard!” I exclaimed as my second
orgasm of the day began. He started to lift his head to respond but I pressed
down on it with both hands and pushed it back to my crotch.
“Don't take your damn mouth off my cunt, eat me dammit…make me cum you dirty old
man!”
There was no need to fake an orgasm for his benefit, this was the real McCoy! I
felt my pussy gushing as I covered his face and tongue with my cum. He lapped
it up with his tongue, ticking me and driving my orgasm even higher as his
tongue touched my hypersensitive clit.
“Oh god I want you to fuck me Martin… Oh PLEASE, fuck me now!”
It was a risk but at some point I had to take it. If he wasn't turned on and
hard enough to fuck me by now, it wasn't going to happen. Fortunately for both
of us, my little ploy appeared to have worked. He stood up holding his dick in
his hand. He wasn't exactly a steel rod but he definitely had some stiffness to
him. As thick and big as he been to start, it wasn't going to take much to get
him to where he could at least entire my pussy. I also knew we needed to hurry
as the effect probably wouldn't last long.
“Put in it me now Martin… Oh god, put that monster dick deep in my wet cunt and
fuck me hard!”
He held his dick against my pussy which was indeed soaking wet and as ready for
him as it would ever be. He tried to push his dick into me but it wasn’t THAT
stiff and so it bent instead of entering me. Actually, had he been a little
smaller it would have been easier as getting his bulbous head in me was going to
be the trick. I reached down and spread my pussy apart for him, using my
fingertips to press against the head of his cock to push it inside of my hungry
pussy. Finally his head popped into me and from there it was easy street as the
rest of his shaft followed while I held it to keep it from bending again as it
entered me. He may not have been the stiffest cock in the world but as thick as
he was, he sure felt good inside of me!
“Oh god, I can’t believe I’m actually in you!” he gasped as he pushed his hairy
crotch into my shaved pussy.
Was it that he couldn’t believe he was fucking ME or that he couldn’t believe
that he was able to get his dick IN me? Most likely a little bit of both. I
wondered when the last time he’d been able to get his dick into a pussy?
Looking at all I had to do tonight, I was guessing it had been a while unless
his wife knew my tricks.
“That’s it Martin, I knew you could do it!” I praised him, “Now fuck me… I want
you to fuck me and cum in me.
He started to pump his dick in and out of me. He didn’t pull out very far,
probably because he was afraid he might not get it back in me again. I wasn't
sure at first if he was getting bigger or smaller or staying the same.
“God it feel so good to fuck your cunt!” he gasped, pressing himself deep into
me and just holding himself there, savoring the feeing of my hot pussy as it
surrounded him in its warm, wet embrace.
Suddenly I could feel him distinctly growing inside of me. It was like his dick
had finally decided to become fully erect after all this time. Something told
me it was a harbinger of what was about to happen and as usual, my instincts
were right on the money.
“Oh god, I’m cumming!” he groaned as he held himself tightly against me. I felt
his hips thrusting into me as he came. There couldn't have been much sperm
because I couldn't even feel him cumming in me other than the movement of his
dick but if he said he was, I was happy to believe him.
“Oh my god…. Oh my god,” he groaned again as he pulled out of me, his dick
glistening into the light with the mixture of our cum wetting it.
Amazingly, his dick started to immediately shrink like a balloon with a big hole
in it. As fast as it has risen just before cumming in me, it was shrinking back
to its normal state even faster. It was really weird, something I was
definitely going to have to ask one of my boyfriends about later. It was as if
every bit of sexual tension in him had been let out through his dick when he
came as suddenly he was all business and back to being Mr. Connelly again.
He quickly went for his clothes and started to dress without saying another
word. It wasn't until he was fixing his tie that he turned to me where I was
still in the same position he had left me after cumming in me. His cum was now
draining from my pussy and a small trickle was running down my ass – good thing
it was a leather couch and easy to clean! His eyes went to my pussy where his
handiwork was there for him to appreciate.
“Damn you are really something else,” he said, shaking his head.
“Now remember, you promised you wouldn't say anything to my father,” I reminded
him.
He grinned at me and winked. Again, I wasn’t sure what he meant. Did he mean
he wasn't going to tell my father? Or did he mean he didn't NEED to tell my
father? Did it matter in the end?
Martin checked the hallway to be sure nobody was watching and then quickly
slipped out of the office, letting the door lock behind him. Back to the couch
I resumed my masturbation session that I had been into before Martin had
“interrupted” me. With any luck, my dad would walk in behind me again – and
this time it would be my DAD!
THE END
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