Subject: I Was His Daughter
Story Codes: MF F-solo exhib oral adultery
Diary Date: April 11, 2009
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Well, at least I was for one afternoon. I’ve found that most husbands,
if pushed hard enough, will admit that they have at least THOUGHT about
having sex with their daughter (it doesn’t seem to matter how old they
are either – father OR daughter). Now while probably more than 99.9% of
fathers would never actually DO any of the things they secretly fantasize
about doing with their daughters, there is always that one...
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Why I Model
Chapter 2 – Paul Contacts Me
Chapter 3 - Dinner With Paul
Chapter 4 – Fulfilling Paul’s Fantasy
Chapter 1 – Why I Model
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A girl has to pay the rent and buy food so when my teaching career was
put on hold, I had to find some way to earn money. Since teaching is the
only “real” job I’ve ever had, my resume was a bit thin when it came to
seeking employment. I’ve never even worked as a waitress. During my
high school years, while most of my friends were turning down babysitting
jobs, I became the neighborhood sitter. Paid in cash, tax-free, work
your own hours, watch TV and have fun half the time you’re at work...
what more can you ask for? Of course there is the annoyance of the kids,
but I can deal with them and besides, they usually went to bed soon after
the parents leave anyway. Unfortunately, when you move into your
twenties, “babysitting” becomes” child care”, along with a host of rules
and requirements I didn’t want to get involved with. Plus, I had finally
grown out of it and besides, it wasn't a full-time paycheck big enough to
pay for my living expense.
The only other real “job experience” I have was from when I worked as an
escort. Now that does NOT mean I was a hooker. OK, in college I did the
escorting “with benefits” thing, but it was more because I was horny than
I needed the money. In any case, It didn’t last long – to only took five
clients before I learned the dangers of such a “job” first-hand and quit
before anything more serious happened.
After college, I worked for an escorting agency but it was a “legitimate”
service specializing in providing “hosts” for parties, corporate
meetings, out-of town executives needing a “date”, and so forth. The
agency was extremely concerned about their image and reputation,
especially with the local vice squad, so sex was strictly off-limits. In
fact, it was one of the things that would get you fired without a second
chance. I enjoyed it, got to meet some really nice people, and earned a
decent living but it didn’t have any long- term career potential.
When a teaching position opened, even though the pay was only a fraction
of my current salary, I jumped at the opportunity. I loved teaching
elementary school and I thought my career was finally going in the right
direction.
Then came last fall and my life turned topsy-turvy. In the space of a
couple of months, I lost my mother, my fiancé, and my job. They weren't
all related but it was like taking a series of body-blows all in one
round. Without going into the details, I was uncertain if I would ever
get a teaching job again so I looked for something to keep me eating and
warm with gas in my tank, at least for the near future.
My old escorting agency was anxious for me to return, but another
opportunity came up that was different and so I gave it a try. I joined
up with a lady who hosted home lingerie and sex toy parties – sorta like
Tupperware parties but more risqué. They are for women ONLY and I don’t
do anything but wear naughty clothes and pretend to “demonstrate” the
merchandise. It’s a “soccer mom” thing and they aren’t looking for a
strip show or anything TOO naughty, just something to giggle about and
maybe be slightly embarrassed by.
One of the side-benefits of the parties are the referrals I get for more
“interesting” events – bachelor parties, birthdays, etc. Some of the
requests are rather blatant and it’s obvious the person is looking for a
whore more than a slutty stripper. These I pass on to my cousin Kristi
who just happens to BE a rather high-end prostitute so they’re right up
her alley. As a general rule, I stay away from “private” dates with one
person and stick to groups. As Clint Eastwood might have said, a girl’s
got to know her limitations!
Anyone reading my dairy will find a few entries about such “referrals”
from the parties where I work and from them, it would be easy to make the
mistaken assumption that they represent the “norm” when actually they are
quite the opposite. The reason they appear in my diary is because they
are NOT normal or typical and which is why I write about them. I have
told people over and over that my diary represent the “highlights” of my
life, not the average day-to-day events. I have two criteria for
deciding to make an entry – either it is something different and unique
or it was something that had a big impact on my life, making me into who
I am today. Unfortunately, most of the latter are not always GOOD things
but I feel they’re just as important for people to read about me if they
are to understand me at all.
Where I am going is that almost all bachelor parties and such are NOT all
that wild and crazy, at least from my perspective. I would guess that at
almost half of them I never even get fully nude – pretty damn close but
at least a G-string remains. Of the remaining, over half of THOSE I
never let anyone touch me and of THOSE, less than half get to do anything
more than touch my butt and maybe my boobs. Sex is a RARE thing indeed
and even then, usually limited to blowjobs. Full intercourse is VERY
rare, so much so that almost every time it happens, it makes it to my
diary so one look at the index tells you how seldom THAT happens!
Another thing that is rare for me is to accept a personal request from
someone that attends a my party where I entertain. I’m talking about a
request to meet them alone at some point after the party. As I mentioned
before, most of those requests I defer to Kristi but in a couple of
cases, I’ve kept them for myself and had some quite “interesting” times.
Such was the case with Paul...
Chapter 2 – Paul Contacts Me
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The party where Paul saw me was actually back in December. It was a 21st
birthday party for some guy and all his friends pitched in to pay for
some entertainment. I handed out cards afterwards and to be honest,
never expected to hear from any of them. By the time Paul called me a
couple months later, even I had forgotten about it! All I could remember
was that it had been a bit boring as I never even stripped naked and
nobody laid a hand on me. Usually when that happens it’s because the
guys are too cheap to pay for anything more!! That’s why my policy has
always been that I only “contract” ahead of time for a sexy dance and
only to strip down to being topless with a G-string. Anything more than
that has to be arranged at the party where I hold all the negotiating
power, plus it helps to avoid any potential entrapment issues where
someone could claim I was prostituting myself over the telephone.
Given their lack of enthusiasm for putting out any more cash, I hardly
expected any of them to call me later for anything more personal – and
substantially more expensive. Thus you can imagine my surprise when my
“party” phone rang and it turned out to be Paul from the December show.
Of course I didn’t remember him specifically, and definitely not his
name, but he knew enough details from the party that the odds were he was
on the up-and-up. He was rather cryptic over the phone, not really
saying what he REALLY wanted.
In the end, he invited me out to dinner where we could discuss potential
“business opportunities”. It didn’t take the genius of a rocket
scientist to know we weren't going to be talking about setting up an Avon
franchise! Not having any idea what he was up to, I told him I would
meet him at a local restaurant where I knew the booths were large with
high backs so our conversation could be relatively private. Also, since
we were meeting on a Wednesday night I figured it wouldn’t be as crowded
as it usually got on weekends. Heck, if nothing else it should be a free
dinner so what did I have to lose? One thing I did do that I think
surprised him was I asked him to send me an e-mail with a photo of
himself. Paul was reluctant to do so but I told him I wanted to be able
to recognize him when I entered the restaurant and it was non-negotiable
so he finally agreed.
I didn’t get his e-mail until the following day and then I was surprised
to see that he sent it from his work e-mail account based on the company
name in the address. I shook my head and asked myself why guys are such
idiots. So many guys send me things from either their personal or work
accounts and THEN ask me to keep the address private, Why in the world
they don't set up another FREE account with one of the umpteen sites that
offer them to use for things like this, I'll never understand.
You see for me, privacy on the internet is everything. None of my family
or friends even know about my private e-mail account and I use it ONLY
for my website activities. Guys like Paul get another account I use
strictly for work- related stuff. Nobody gets my personal cell phone
number except my family and closest friends. For “work” (like when Paul
called me), I use a throw-away phones from Wal-Mart that came prepaid and
I don't have to give out my name or anything. To me, all this isn’t
being paranoid, it’s just common sense!
Unfortunately, I couldn’t recall Paul from the party, even with the photo
he sent me. I wondered if it was a recent one? Actually, he sent two
photos, one of just him and the other looked to be a family portrait,
sort of like the ones you have taken for a church membership directory.
It looked like your typical, everyday middle-class WASP family with Paul,
his wife, and two kids – a young boy and a teenage girl. I would have
guessed the boy to be maybe eight and the girl somewhere around sixteen
or seventeen but then she may have been younger.
Paul’s wife was pretty, a tall brunette with long hair and a great figure
from what I could tell. Unlike her mom, their daughter was a blonde and
she was standing behind her parents in the portrait so it was hard to see
much of her other than that she seemed to be quite cute. Based on the
kids, that put Paul in his mid-thirties by my calculation, maybe pushing
forty. In my experience, turning forty, more so than the “seven-year
itch” was more reason for men to start straying. Call it “mid-life
crisis” or whatever, but it seems they start to realize they are no
longer teenagers anymore while their wives are typically more involved
with outside activities and less sexually active when their kids get into
their teens.
Well... so far it all seemed to be a fairly stereotypical situation. My
guess was Paul wanted to prove he still “had it” and was worried if he
didn’t do it soon, he may never get the chance again to be with a girl my
age. It was really a shame in a way, but then it also meant an
opportunity for me! After all, it feels good to be the one a man like
Paul turns to when he finally makes the decision to cheat on his wife and
family.
Chapter 3 - Dinner With Paul
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Wednesday night came quickly and I drove myself to the restaurant.
During the day I had debated a while over what to wear and in the end
went for the “girl- next-door” look more so than the “slut” image he was
probably expecting (hoping?) for. I decided that I wanted to hear what
he had to say before I gave him anything more than what he’d already seen
at the party. Hopefully he remembered me from the last few minutes of
the party when I finally took off my bra leaving my boobs exposed along
with my bare ass while my pussy was barely concealed by a flimsy G-
string. Granted, they only got to see me like that for a few brief
minutes but I would be willing to bet that good ‘ol Paul had masturbated
that night at home imagining me going even further – a LOT further.
I loved going home after parties and try to picture how many men were
jerking off at that moment because of what I’d showed them or maybe even
done to them at the party. Now that I’d seen Paul’s family, it made me
even hotter to think about their loving father and husband, stroking
himself in the bathroom behind a locked door as he closed his eyes and
imagined how it would feel to have me suck his dick and then even fuck
me.
Mmmmmmm, the thought of his cum shooting out onto his hand while he
dreamed of cumming inside of me was SO hot!
As I stepped into the restaurant, I was surprised to see there was a
waiting list. Fortunately, I was a little late so Paul must have already
been seated as I didn't see him in the waiting area. I took off my
jacket and I could almost feel the eyes of the men seated around me
boring into me. It wasn’t that I was wearing anything that particularly
revealing, just pants and a t-shirt, but rather how it was how they fit
me that caught their eyes. The t-shirt was pure white with glittery
letters spelling out “Daddy’s Girl” across the front. Being it was about
two sizes too small for me, it clung to me like Saran-Wrap leaving little
doubt that it was ALL I was wearing above the waist. It was opaque
enough that my nipples didn’t show through but being as tight as it was,
they poked out even when I WASN’T cold. It was too short to reach my
pants and even when I pulled it down there was about an inch of my tummy
left showing.
In the process of pulling off my jacket, it pulled up and now there were
two to three inches showing which I didn’t bother to do anything about.
My light tan pants were just as tight and seamless, fitting my ass like
an expensive glove. Even the so-called “no-show” panties would have
revealed themselves had I chosen to wear any – which I hadn’t.
Around my waist I was wearing a studded leather belt my mom’s best friend
from Oregon had sent me for Christmas, more for show than anything as
there was no way those pants were coming down even without it. The pant
legs came down to the tops of my ankles, revealing my strap-on, three-
inch high-heels. A simple gold necklace around my neck, a Pandora
bracelet, watch, and diamond earrings were all the jewelry I was wearing.
My vain attempts to curl my hair enough to keep it from being completely
straight had met with only with moderate success. At least it didn’t
look like I’d just gone swimming and dried it out with the car window
open. As I approached the snobbish-looking high-school girl who was
taking names, I felt a bit of satisfaction in seeing her glaring at me
with barely disguised contempt. She was pretty good looking but still
had that high-school image about her. I knew that when we were standing
together, the guys were looking at me and not her, even though her skirt
was about as high as her manager would have dared to allow anyone to
wear. There were times I wouldn’t mind being sixteen again but
sometimes, being a little more sophisticated with just a touch of slutty
was all a girl could ask for in situations like this.
I gave the little bitch Paul’s name and she noted from her list that he
had already been seated so she took me to his table. She didn’t stay an
extra second and promptly turned her back on me and strutted away. Paul
looked just as he had in his photo which was a relief. It wouldn't have
shocked me to see someone totally different or perhaps thirty pounds
heavier with half the hair. I’m not a big fan of on-line dating but I’ve
heard enough horror stories from friends that do to not have to have
worried a little bit about who I would actually be meeting.
“Hi, I’m Kelly,” I introduced myself.
Paul, ever the older gentlemen, stood up and pulled out my chair while
introducing himself to me. His eyes gave me the once-over, well, make
that two or three times over, and I couldn’t help but notice they
lingered on my bosom each time. What was interesting to me was that
unlike most men, he made no attempt to hide what he was doing, almost
like he WANTED me to see him basically undressing me with his eyes.
Well, it’s not like he hadn’t already seen 99% of me before so there
shouldn't have been much to leave to his imagination.
A waiter appeared promptly to take our drink orders. Paul waited for me
and when I just ordered my usual Diet Coke, he took the same direction
and ordered one for himself. While we waited for our soft drinks, we
traded some small talk about the changing weather, the unexpected crowd
this evening, and other minutia.
The waiter was quick and within a couple minutes had our drinks. Paul
probably had plenty of time waiting for me to have perused the menu and I
ate here enough to know what I wanted so we made our meal orders with
Paul making sure the waiter understood it would all be on his check.
“Well thank-you for dinner this evening, Paul,” I said as the waiter
departed.
“Trust me, it’s worth every penny to get to spend the time sitting across
from you,” he said with a smile, “Damn, you look hot.”
I just smiled and shrugged, as if to say he was just being nice.
“Don’t give me that,” he chuckled, “You know damn well every guy in the
joint was staring at you when you walked in... just like you had all of
us eating out of your hands at the party.”
It was the first mention by him of the party, or for anything related to
it or his intentions for that matter so I took him up on it.
“So I take it you liked the party?”
Paul rolled his eyes and smiled at me, “Nahhhhh, overall the party
sucked... just bunch of drunk guys and porn movies... but YOU dancing,
now THAT was the only good thing all night.”
“So why didn’t you ask me to do more?”
Paul took a deep breath, his cheeks puffed out and he released it slowly,
giving himself time to formulate his response. “Trust me babe, it wasn't
for any lack of DESIRE. I just know the wife would have killed me if she
ever found out and with THAT bunch, she would’ve for sure.”
I studied the straw in my drink like it was a cryptic manuscript, waiting
for him to make the next move. The silence was a bit awkward for a
moment until he finally started to unveil why we REALLY were here this
evening.
“OK, so I guess you want to know why I asked you to have dinner with me?”
I looked up from my fizzing drink and raised my eyebrows, signally he was
100% correct.
“Well... I just wanted to see if you were interested in... well let’s
just say I was wondering if you do more private parties?”
“MORE private?” I replied coyly, “As in ‘just you’ private?”
“Well... yeah.”
“And just what KIND of party are you looking for Paul?”
Paul hesitated for a moment and then looked around, as if to make sure
nobody was listening to our conversation. At least he didn’t have to
worry about me being wired – there was no hiding so much as a pea under
THIS outfit without it showing through.
“Before I say anything more about that, I wanted to tell you that when I
saw you at the party, the first thing I thought was how much you look my
daughter Jenny.”
Now I’d seen his Jenny in the portrait photo he had sent me and frankly,
I didn't see the resemblance but it was a nice line so I let it pass. I
couldn't help but poke him a little just for fun though.
“Oh, so Jenny dances for you topless in a G-string?”
Fortunately, he caught the sarcasm in my voice and didn’t take it badly.
Instead, he just grinned and responded with, “Of course not... but would
you think bad of me if I told you that I WISHED she would?”
Ahhhhhh, now it was coming out. So Paul was a naughty daddy! Apparently
this wasn't going to be the typical cheating husband whining about his
sexless marriage. Paul had a thing for his daughter. Of course, I would
be the LAST person to criticize a man for being in lust with his daughter
but I wasn't about to tell Paul that! At least she wasn’t some preteen
sweet innocent girl with a perv father.
“Oh really? Hmmmmmm, so tell me Paul,” I whispered to him as I leaned
over the table, “Do you masturbate thinking about what you’d like to do
with Jenny?”
No doubt the last thing he was expecting was for me to respond so
directly. His face reddened and it was all I could do to keep from
breaking out in laughter. What was funny to me was I was willing to bet
it wasn’t that he was embarrassed about being sexually attracted to his
daughter, it was having to admit to me he masturbated that was the sin.
Men seem to get so hung up about it, at least when it comes to talking
about it. Sure they want to see ME doing myself but when it comes to
them showing me how they stroke their meat... surprisingly few guys can
do that. I wondered if Paul had EVER had a girl ask him if he
masturbated, let alone do It thinking about having sex with his teenage
daughter.
“Oh Paul... it’s OK, everyone does it so don't be embarrassed,” I
encouraged him.
“I have... a few times is all,” he whispered back to me.
“Cool,” I responded with a grin, “SO be honest with me... after the
party, were you doing it thinking about me... or about Jenny dancing like
I was for you?”
Paul didn’t have to reply, the guilty look painted all over his face was
more than enough to tell me I had him nailed. It’s not like I had to be
the star of CSI to figure this out... he was just like most every other
man is all.
“OK Paul, so you’re just a normal guy,” I continued rather than wait for
him to reply, “But what does this have to do with me... at least now?”
Just then the waiter came with our meals, cutting off our discussion just
at the moment when I thought Paul was ready to open up. It felt like I’d
been working to land the big one and just as I got it into the boat, it
escaped and now I had to start all over again. We spent a little time
dealing with dinner and then it was back to our conversation.
“So Paul... you were about to tell me what it was you REALLY wanted from
me,” I said, reopening the discussion finally.
It was like Paul was almost relieved that the waiter had ‘rescued” him
earlier and his face reddened again as he gathered the nerve to reply to
me.
“First, I want you to know I love my wife and I adore my daughter and I
would NEVER do anything to hurt either of them. That includes ANYTHING
with my daughter... if you get what I’m saying.”
I bit my tongue as I fought the urge to respond. Good Lord, how many
times had I heard THAT line before? Not only that, but it was almost
always just before they DID do something that had their wife or daughter
found out, would’ve hurt them badly.
“OK... OK, here goes...,” he struggled to get it out. “OK, this is it...
I was wondering if you would like to do some role-playing for me... like
pretend to be my daughter?”
Well I already knew exactly what he wanted, it was obvious from the first
time I seen his family portrait – why else send it to me? But he wasn't
getting off the hook THAT easily. I wasn't giving him an inch. If he
wanted me, he was going to have to work a little for it. I stayed quiet,
waiting for him to continue. When I didn’t respond, he took that as a
tactic “yes” and continued.
“Have you ever watched the Taboo series?”
Well, given it was my father’s favorite set of porn movies, at least a
dozen times but I wasn't about to tell Paul that so I shook my head and
pretended I’d never heard of it. “No, I’m not a big fan of porn.”
Technically, I was being sort of truthful. I’ve never actually sat down
and put a DVD in to watch a porn movie but I HAD seen plenty them thanks
to my dad’s perverted interests. And as for not being into porn movies,
now THAT was truthful in that I really do NOT get off from seeing
strangers doing it on video for money. While I know a few women who DO
like porn, for the most part, it’s designed and sold for men.
Paul reached beside him under his jacket that was on the chair seat and
pulled out a plastic shopping bag and handed it to me. I peeked inside
and saw it was a DVD he must have burned at home. It was labeled “TABOO”
and so I figured it must have one of the movies, or more, on it.
“I was hoping you could watch this and then I’d love to do the last scene
in the movie. You’ll understand when you see it.”
Well, it certainly was a first for me, that much was for sure. I’ve had
lots of guys want to role-play with me, my father being one of my biggest
fans when it came to having me act out various characters for him.
However, none of them had ever directed me to act out a specific scene in
a porn movie before.
“I tell you what, “he proposed, “Go home, watch it and then see what you
think. If you like the idea, then you can call me and we’ll see where
things go from there, ok?
“And I would want to do this because...?” I hinted at him.
“Of course I would make it well worth your while to do this for me,” he
said in a low tone. “Just watch it and then we discuss that, OK?”
I put the bag with the DVD on the chair next to me and then I looked him
in the eye and my tone changed, becoming more serious and business-like.
“Just to get one thing straight, OK Paul? I am NOT a prostitute.”
Paul gave me one of those, “who are you kidding?” looks, prompting me to
repeat myself. “I mean it Paul. Sure I strip and do shows but I don't
charge for sex... I’m NOT a whore.”
“Hey, that’s cool... however you want to play it’s fine with me,” Paul
replied, holding his hands up in the air like he was being arrested, “I
didn’t mean to say anything to upset you.”
I smiled and giggled, trying to take the edge off the rather tense scene
that was developing.
“Sorry, I just had to make sure you know where I stand.”
We dropped the subject and finished our meal without another word about
his offer. I pressed him to discuss his family and I was impressed at
how much he seemed to care for them and love them. Most guys at this
stage are bemoaning how much weight their wife has gained, how
uninterested in sex their spouse or so-called girlfriend is regarding
sex, how unappreciative his kids are, how his daughter acts like a
spoiled brat, and so forth.
If anything, it made me all the more interested in what he was proposing,
whatever THAT really was. I’d seen the movie he’d given me and I
remembered the final scene because it was one of the hottest I’d ever
seen in any porn flick my dad had. Ginger Lynn plays the daughter whose
father finally gives in to his lust after seeing her sleeping half naked
in bed. It was an intimate scene, not like today’s slam-bam so-called
“reality” fuck scenes, and it almost made you believe they were really
father and daughter. I didn’t tell Paul I knew about the scene because I
wanted HIM to tell me what it was he wanted from me.
With that, we finished dinner and we left with nothing more than a
handshake. I think THAT disappointed him somewhat but what was he
expecting me to do, throw myself at him in front of everyone? He
could’ve made a move himself and I would’ve probably gone with the flow
but since that didn’t happen, a simple handshake was all he had to
remember me by, at least for now.
Chapter 4 – Fulfilling Paul’s Fantasy
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Returning home, I watched the movie in its entirety. It really WAS one
of the few porn movies I can honestly say turns me more every time I see
it. In my humble opinion, Ginger Lynn sucks cock better than anyone I’ve
ever known and I have to admit that I’ve plagiarized more than a few of
her techniques. Even though I know she’s just acting in front of a
camera, she makes it look like she really ENJOYS sucking cock, rather
than just going through the motions to get the guy off.
From the first scene where her sister’s boyfriend fucks her in her sleep,
to the last one where her daddy finally realizes his fantasies about his
gorgeous daughter, I was masturbating almost the entire time! I could
easily imagine Paul inserting himself into the scene, with his daughter
Jenny playing the role of the daughter. The question was, how was I
going to pull this off for him?
Although I knew from the time at the restaurant when he gave me the DVD
what it was he wanted to do, I still waited almost a week to call Paul
back, plenty of time to let him sweat it out a little bit. He’d given me
his work number so I wouldn’t accidentally talk to his wife or daughter
when I called. Again, I had to marvel at his naivety in handing out such
key personal information about himself to what was essentially a total
stranger.
“Hi Paul, just wanted to say I watched what you gave me and I’m OK with
everything,” I said to the recorded message on his phone. I didn’t say
anything more in case someone else checked his messages for him. It was
less than an hour when I got a call back.
“Hey Kelly, thanks for calling, I was starting to worry a little bit when
you didn't call right away,” he confessed. “So what now?”
Actually, I had planned everything out in my head for what I thought
would be a fun evening but I didn't want to tell him all the details, as
that would’ve taken out half the fun. So instead I asked him when his
house would be available for just the two of us for a few hours.
Paul was silent for a few minutes and I could imagine him going through
the calendar in his head. With a teenage daughter and young son, I
imagined his home life was a bit hectic, not to mention his wife’s
dealings as well.
“You mean you want to do this at MY house?” he finally questioned me
incredulously.
“Of course, where else?” I countered, not giving any more away than that.
“I guess I just assumed it would be somewhere else...,” he drifted on,
trying to come to grips with the new issues confronting him.
“Nope, it HAS to be your house if you want to do this,” I insisted,
holding my ground.
“Well, that doesn’t leave much to choose from... as I’m sure you
understand,” he mused, “Hmmmmmm, how about Saturday afternoon? I know
Jan was planning to take Jenny out shopping up north to the outlets for
the day and I can probably pawn Michael off with one of his friends.”
Amazing how quickly he seemed to adapt to the idea of doing it in his own
home! Well, Saturday was fine with me. We established a time for me to
come over and he told me where the key to the front door would be, The
pan was at the start it would be like I was home alone. From there...
well, he didn’t need to know the details yet. With most everything in
place, that left one rather important detail and I knew Paul had been
avoiding it as well.
“I suppose there is the matter of your... compensation?” he finally came
out and asked.
“That’s simple... just leave an envelope out for me to take home when
it’s over,” I instructed him, “I think a thousand dollars should cover my
expenses.”
There was silence on the phone and I could imagine the color of his face,
but then again, maybe not. Was it red and blustery, upset with me for
being so greedy, or white from the shock and the sudden concern over
where was he going to come up with that sort of cash without anyone
knowing about it, especially his wife. Well, I didn't care WHERE it came
from and in fact, I’d rather not know in the first place. So long as I
got the cash, I was happy. It WAS a lot, considerably more than I would
have normally charged even for a party, but then I got the impression
Paul was pretty well off. He could come up with it, I had no doubt about
it.
“OK... you got it... see you Saturday,” he said hurriedly as if he wanted
to end the conversation before he lost his nerve. I hung up the phone
and smiled to myself. A grand wasn't bad for a few hours’ work, and tax
free at that! Hmmm, maybe I should have asked for more?
This was one case where I really didn't have to prepare anything except
to clean myself up and be on time. My plans included where I would be
getting my clothes that Paul would be seeing me in and besides, I
wouldn't be wearing much of anything for long anyway if things went as
expected.
I entered the address in my GPS, even though I had a pretty good idea
where he lived. Paul had a new home in a new subdivision someone had
carved out of a valley, with streets that weaved their way around and
homes set back into the hillsides. Their home looked to be one of the
older ones, with the lawn fully grown in and even a few trees planted
that might be useful to an owner twenty years from now. The brick
driveway was empty so I parked in front of the middle door of a three-car
garage.
Nobody seemed to be around in the neighborhood but you never know who
might be watching out their windows so I quickly went to the front door,
got the key out from under the mat (how original) and let myself in.
“Anybody home?!” I called out.
It would have shocked me had someone answered and for a moment, I
regretted not peeking into the garage to see what cars were there. It
would’ve been a wee bit difficult to explain to his wife why a total
stranger was in her house!
Paul had described to me the general layout of the house so I first took
a brief tour to get the lay of the land, so to speak. There was a formal
living room to the left, along with a staircase to the second floor. A
small office was to the right and the kitchen lay straight ahead. Once
in the kitchen, a large formal dining room was to the left and a huge
great room opened up to the right where a giant flat-screen TV dominated
the corner and a set of couches and chairs would have allowed maybe a
dozen people to sit comfortably. In back was an enclosed patio, complete
with a covered hot tub that looked to be twice as big as the one my
parents had while I was growing up. There was another staircase leading
to the upstairs from the great room which I took to see what was up
there. At the top was landing with a railing where you could look down
at the entrance. A monstrous master bedroom dominated half the upstairs,
complete with a king–size bed, huge bathroom, and a walk-in closet almost
the size of my bedroom. Actually, the bedroom was bigger than my entire
apartment!
There were three other bedrooms, much smaller than the master bedroom.
One was obviously the boy’s room, filled with models, sports posters and
video games. The smaller room appeared to be used for storage leaving
the larger of the three for Jenny. She was a girly girl, all pink and
lace. I was a bit surprised to see a Hannah Montana poster which made me
question my original estimate of her being as old as sixteen. Come to
think of it, Paul had never told me the exact ages of his kids. Then I
noticed a school letter jacket with a Class of ’10 on it which made her a
Junior, so maybe sixteen was right after all.
Well, enough of the tour, time to get down to business. What I wanted
was probably in her dresser so I started rummaging through the drawers.
Her tastes seemed to be about average, nothing slutty or even all that
sexy for that matter. Typical cotton and nylon panties as well as a few
surprisingly large 34B bras. It had been difficult to tell from the
photo he’d sent me but I had her being a bit smaller than that. There
were some more digital photos sitting on top of her dresser with her and
some friends. Typical “friend” pics at what looked to be some sort of
camping trip and then some from a birthday party – probably her Sweet
Sixteen judging from the hat she was wearing.
Ah ha! I finally found them - her swim suits. My worst fear had been
that she would be this shy conservative girl who wore nothing but
ridiculously modest one piece suits. Sure enough, the first one I pulled
out WAS a one piece but then under it I saw a couple more. One was two
pieces but from their size, together they may as well have been a single
piece. There was also a fairly provocative bikini, cut higher in the
hips with more cleavage but still nothing that would have made her mother
blush.
Then, buried deep in the corner like she was hiding it, was exactly what
I was looking for. It was a light pink bikini with a tie- back halter
top and bottoms that tied at the sides. The bikini top was cut pretty
deep, a LOT more revealing than the others. Based on the amount of
material, the bottoms didn’t hide much more. Hmmmmmm, was this the one
she wore when her boyfriend came over to have fun in the hot tub when mom
and dad were out? Had her daddy seen her in this one? I wondered if he
ever peeked through the curtains to see her wearing it, hoping against
hope that her boobs would pop out any time given the right encouragement.
I quickly undressed and put on the bikini. Having the tie-backs was
perfect as I was a bit taller and bigger than Jenny evidently was and a
normal suit would’ve probably been a bit difficult to squeeze into. With
this one, though, it just made it all the sexier as I could make it as
loose as I needed to get my boobs into the small lined cups. My 34C’s
were on the high end of the C range these days and the smaller bikini top
barely held its own, leaving plenty of my boobs showing. The ties on the
sides were just long enough for me to knot them. The triangular front
barely covered my shaved pussy while the thong-style back immediately
began to work its way into my ass crack, defying any attempt to cover my
ass.
Looking at myself in the mirror, it reminded me of one of my skimpier
bikinis, the one my dad use to refer to as “Kelly’s slut bikini”. It was
so revealing that while I loved to wear it around the house and on our
deck, even I never dared to go to the public pool with it on as no doubt
I would’ve been thrown out immediately!
Grabbing a towel from the bathroom, I headed downstairs and went out into
the patio where I removed the cover from the hot tub. The controller was
on the one corner and soon I was luxuriating in the hot streams of water.
I nestled my back into one of the corners such that I was facing the
house, laying my head back against the built-in cushion. Mmmmmmm, now
this was the life!
If things were going according to plan, “daddy” should have come home by
now and I tried not to look at the curtains so I wouldn’t “catch” him and
spoil the moment. Still, as much as I was enjoying myself, this wasn't
just for my benefit so I wanted to be sure Paul was getting his money’s
worth so I kept one eye sort of peeking now and then to see if I could
tell when he was around.
There it was! Just a small movement but definitely a deliberate one as
the curtain moved just a hair. Well, time for “daddy” to see what Jenny
did when nobody was home! Standing up and facing away from the house, I
raised my arms up as if I needed to stretch but in the process, I
clenched my ass and gave him a good side view of my boobs. Then I
reached down and slowly untied one side and then the other of the
bottoms, pulling it between my legs and tossing it to the patio floor
besides the hot tub. That left me bottomless with just the tiny bikini
top on, at least for the moment. Grabbing my bare ass with both hands, I
kneaded my butt cheeks as if I’d been sitting down in the car for a long
trip and it was feeling sore.
Careful not to look at the house, I turned and sat down on the corner
edge of the hot tub, lifting one leg up and placing my heel on the edge.
It was about as good a view of my crotch as I could give him without
going up to the window and laying down spread-eagle for him. Looking
down at myself, I started to run my fingers over my smooth pussy, just
lightly touching myself at first, then tracing the tips of my fingers
over me. Using my other hand to steady myself, I arched my back slightly
as my finger found its way to my wet clit and I started to masturbate in
earnest. My lips parted slightly as I gasped from the pleasure it gave
me. it was no act - I was indeed feeling turned on, especially knowing I
was being watched “secretly”, not to mention the feeling I was getting
from the actual physical touch of my finger.
As I masturbated, sitting bottomless on the edge of the hot tub with my
top barely covering my boobs, I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what
Paul was probably doing now. Was he stroking himself as he peered
through the curtains at me? Was he seeing me or was he picturing his
daughter in my place? Has he seen her in this bikini before, wishing she
would take it off as I had, praying she would do just what I was doing
now, masturbating for him to watch? Mmmmmmm, how hard was his dick right
now?
God my pussy felt so hot and good!
I plunged my middle finger inside, touching myself and pretending it was
a nice dick violating me, getting ready to fill me with its cum. My
boobs strained against the tight top and I imagined how the top had
contained Jenny’s boobs, probably with a lot less stress! Had Paul ever
seen his daughter’s boobs in this outfit? Even with her smaller bust
there would have been plenty for him to see. Had he ever gotten an
erection from seeing his daughter in this sexy bikini? Did he get even
harder seeing her than he was now, watching me masturbating as I wore her
bikini?
Feeling even more turned on and horny than ever, I reached behind my head
and pulled the string, releasing the knot and allowing the top to flop
down, exposing my boobs. For the moment, I left the back tied such that
the top remained tied around my chest but my boobs were totally exposed
with the top hanging down inside out below them. As I continued to
masturbate with my left hand, I massaged my boobs with my right, pulling
on my nipples with my fingers, squeezing them with my hands. God, I was
so close to cumming... so close!
“Oh god!” I gasped loudly, exaggerating the words to be sure Paul know
what I was feeling.
My fingers rubbed my clit furiously now while my other hand just gripped
my boob and held onto it like it was supporting me. Then it struck,
making me cry out with pleasure as my orgasm jolted me like a lightning
strike. As physically hot as I was from the hot tub, I still felt goose
bumps raising all over my arms and legs. Damn, my wonderful pussy was
tingling as I felt it almost cramping with pleasure. Then I started to
imagine Jenny in my place. Had she sat in this very spot, wearing this
exact swim suit, maybe masturbating just as I was? Did she make herself
cum in this same spot, just as I was doing now?
Finally things started to calm down so I allowed myself to slide slowly
into the hot tub water. When the hot water reached my crotch, it was
like being poked with a Taser, rejuvenating my orgasm again, not quite
sending me over the edge but still making me jump like I was being
tickled. Finally I settled in, allowing the warm jets to pulse against
my ultra-sensitive pussy, rubbing my firm boobs with both hands. Once I
had caught my breath, I slowly raised myself from the water, making sure
I was facing the closed curtains, stretching and posing for my unseen
audience before stepping out and wrapping the towel around me.
Grabbing the bottoms from the floor, I made my way back in the house and
to the bathroom upstairs where I took a brief shower to wash off the hot
tub water and associated chemical smell from the bromine. Of course, I
left the door wide open and “forgot” to close the curtain all the way
such that anyone who might be peeking in from the hallway would have a
great view of me soaping myself down and then washing myself off. As I
faced the shower head, letting the hot water beat against my breasts. I
ran my hand between my smooth legs and groaned from the intense pleasure
it gave me.
“Oh daddy... that’s it... touch me... touch me just like that daddy... oh
yeah, just like THAT,” I moaned, just loud enough to make sure that
someone outside would be able to hear me.
Turning off the water, I slowly and deliberately dried myself off, taking
special care to rub a little more than necessary between my legs and then
my boobs got extra attention from the soft terry towel. I found a blow
drier under the sink and stood naked in front of the big mirror behind
the countertop as I dried my hair. It looked a wreck but somehow I
doubted that anyone watching cared how my hair looked! Mmmmmmm, I felt
so good right then, the last vestiges of my orgasm were still tingling
between my legs while the rest of me felt warm and clean.
Back in Jenny’s bedroom, I laid the bikini over the back of a chair to
dry out, telling myself over and over in my head not to forget to put it
away before I left! Looking back through Jenny’s drawers again, I
finally found what I was hoping for, or at least close to it. She had a
long nightshirt with a Pittsburgh Steelers emblem on it and a large
number “7” on the back. Hmmm, another Ben fan! Well, I couldn't blame
her, half the girls in Pittsburgh would’ve loved to have Ben, probably
more like most than half. It fit me loosely and hung down just below my
ass – enough to cover my butt when I was standing up but it would be easy
to pull and out of the way up should the need arise.
Well, I’d been at the house for well over an hour now, almost two, so it
was time to raise the ante a bit. I knew Paul was watching me, there had
been a number of times he’d made a little noise or sound that would have
tipped off his real daughter but fortunately I was a little more hard of
hearing, or least so far as he was concerned I was. Now it was time to
say hi to daddy!
“Daddy, is that you?” I called out, walking towards the door.
As I entered the hallway, I saw Paul standing there, tucking in his shirt
and for a brief moment I couldn't help but smile as I realized he’d
probably had his pants open and was masturbating while he’d been watching
me. Let’s just say that if he HADN’T, I would’ve been VERY disappointed
in myself!
“Hi Sweetie, I just got home,” he called out to me
Paul was trying to act as though he hadn’t been watching me for the past
hour but the bulge in his pants betrayed him, though I wasn't about to
mention it. Had he ever met up with Jenny looking this way? Had his
daughter ever noticed his erection when she stumbled upon him while he
was masturbating? Did she realize WHY he was erect, that he had been
thinking about her?
“I’m so tired daddy... I’m going to get a glass of water and then go to
bed, is that OK?”
“Sure sweetie, whatever you want.”
I walked slowly by him, not quite brushing against him as I passed him
and headed for the kitchen. I could’ve just as easily grabbed something
to drink from the bathroom sink using the Dixie cups stacked off to the
side but that wouldn't have been nearly as much fun. Paul followed me
down, silently watching me from the great room as I opened the kitchen
cabinet doors until I found the glasses and then filled one from the
refrigerator dispenser. As I drank, I allowed some of it to spill and
wet the front of the t-shirt, causing it to plaster itself to my boobs,
making the material almost transparent in the process.
“Oh darn, look what I did,” I sighed, looking down at the front of me
where I’d soaked the front of the t-shirt.
Paul was staring at my chest as well, subconsciously licking his dry lips
as he stared at my boobs that were showing plainly through the thin
material.
“Oh well, I guess I'll have to change now before I go to bed,” I said,
pretending to sulk and be upset with myself, acting as if I was totally
unaware that I was practically naked in front of him for all intents and
purposes. The best part was I knew the next time he saw Jenny wearing
this t-shirt that he would remember this moment, and probably pray for
her to be as accident-prone as I supposedly was!
“Good night daddy,” I said, stretching up in my bare feet to kiss him on
the cheek.
With that I headed up the stairs, taking my time to allow him to position
himself below me. I felt the t-shirt ride up my ass as I stepped up but
made no effort to pull it back down, giving him a bird’s eye view of my
naked ass and crotch as I took each step slowly and deliberately,
apparently totally oblivious to the fact I was exposing myself to him as
I did.
Back in Jenny’s bedroom, I took off the t-shirt, dried myself off with
the towel and located a pair of her underwear, a cute little pink cotton
number from my friends at Jockey. Then I checked out her sock drawer and
added a pair of white anklets. Staying topless, I pulled down the covers
to her bed and laid down on my side, facing the door, with one leg under
the covers and the other over them, with nothing covering myself on top
but an arm draped to the side. I closed my eyes and pretended to fall
asleep immediately, obviously exhausted and ready for bed. I figured I
wouldn't have to wait long and I wasn't disappointed!
There was a soft shuffling sound at the door but I didn’t move a muscle,
pretending to be sound asleep and oblivious to the rest of the world.
The scene from Taboo ran through my mind and I thought that if Paul was
playing his “part”, he would be at the doorway now, conflicted by his
morality versus his lust. Even though I wasn’t his real daughter, in
some ways I imagined he might actually be feeling such a conflict within
in. After all, I WAS , and pretending to be his own daughter, sleeping
in Jenny’s bed while wearing nothing but her pink panties and white
socks. Where did the role playing start and end in his fantasy world?
Was this perhaps becoming a little TOO real for him?
While I freely admit that I love it when a fathers confesses to me his
true desires for his daughter, in my heart I know that 99% of them would
never actually DO any of the naughty things that they fantasize about and
that’s the way it should be. I firmly believe that when it comes to
fantasy, NOTHING is off limits, so long as if it involves someone else
that they agree to it as well. But if it’s strictly your own fantasy,
let yourself do whatever turns you on in your mind.
Now mind you I don't necessarily agree with a lot of things that turn
some people on and many of them even sicken me, but so long as I don't
have to partake and nobody is hurt, so what? The only time there’s a
problem is when someone can’t differentiate between their fantasies and
reality. Child abusers, pedophiles, stalkers, rapists, etc. are prime
examples of this type of person and I have no sympathy for them. If you
want to masturbate while dreaming of raping your neighbor’s hot wife next
door, go for it. If you get turned on by the thought of having sex with
an eight year-old girl, have at it. BUT, the moment you cross the line
and touch her, well let’s just say that I hope that Rocco drills your ass
in prison!
Knowing Paul was watching me, I shifted slightly in my “sleep”, moaning
as if dreaming while my hand worked its way between my legs, cupping my
warm pussy against the soft cotton panties. I thought I heard a metallic
sound, maybe his belt buckle? There was the sound of something hitting
the floor... his clothes? It was all I could do not to open my eyes and
see what he was doing! At the same time, the suspense was making me
horny as hell again.
Then I turned and rolled onto my back, my outer leg bent out with my foot
back in against the other leg like a triangle, leaving my panty-covered
bottom and my bare boobs exposed to him as my hand dropped to my sides.
I felt like I was itching all over and I wanted to touch myself to
relieve it but I fought the impulse and laid still for him.
FINALLY I was rewarded for my patience as I felt the covers being pulled
down, uncovering the remainder of my leg that had been hidden by it. I
was now laying totally open with nothing but a pair of his daughters
panties to cover me – I wasn’t counting the socks unless he had a foot
fetish. For a moment, I could hear him breathing but nothing else as I
imagined he must have been staring at me, taking in the sight of my all
but nude bottom before him, knowing I was his for the taking. Whenever
he wanted me Was he thinking I was his Jenny? Was he wishing it was her
that was essentially offering herself to her horny father?
His hand touched my ankle and I felt him slowly trace the backs of his
fingers up my smooth leg and along the top of my thigh. I fought back
the urge to giggle as he tickled my inner thighs, moving his fingers
gently against the soft skin. I moaned softly, shifting my hips slightly
as if I was dreaming about him touching me, encouraging him as best I
could. Then his hands moved to my belly and slowly, ever so slowly to my
boobs until he was touching them, gently at first and then more firmly as
he gained confidence. Finally he couldn't resist any longer and I felt
his mouth close on my nipples, his teeth gently tugging on it and his
tongue licking me. Well, I couldn’t stay “asleep” any longer!
“Oh daddy... it’s OK daddy... I understand,” I said softly as I mimicked
the lines from the movie. I opened my eyes to see his face buried in my
bosom while his hand stroking and massaging my thighs. It was as close
as I could remember to the line from the movie and I hoped it turned him
on to hear me say it.
“I’m so sorry baby... I just can’t help myself,” he improvised.
“I know daddy... I understand daddy... whatever you want, it’s OK daddy,”
I assured him in my best “little girl” tone of voice.
I don’t think I could have thrown in any more “daddy” references than I
did but I knew it was what he wanted to hear, even if it was only his
imagination that was making them come from his daughter’s mouth.
His hand reached under the elastic of my panties and I felt him exploring
under them, moving his hand down until his fingers were between my pussy
lips. God, I was already soaking wet with anticipation! He easily slid
one finger inside of me, his palm applying pressure on my clit, making my
hips instinctively rise up against him.
“That feels so good... I love you to touch me like that daddy.”
He pulled his hand out and tried to work my panties off. I raised my
hips up, allowing him to get them down off my butt and he pushed them
down to my knees where I slid them off with my feet and onto the bed
somewhere. He moved down and laid between my legs, lightly stroking his
fingers over my bare pussy as he stared at my crotch like it was the
first pussy he’d ever seen.
“God your cunt is so beautiful,” he whispered hoarsely, “I’ve dreamed so
many times of how it would look baby.”
He was immersed in his fantasy now. In his mind I was Jenny, his
daughter he’d lusted for who knows how long, finally in her bed, finally
letting her daddy have his way with her as he had dreamed so often of
doing. He bent over and I felt his hot breath against my crotch as he
blew softly against my bare skin, making me shiver uncontrollably.
Then his tongue reached out and he barely touched me, just lightly
skimming it over my pussy as if he wanted this moment to last, afraid to
go on until he had savored every moment he could. Finally he reached
down and spread my pussy lips apart, exposing my wet pussy hole and my
swollen clit. I couldn't help but jump as his lips enclosed my clit and
he sucked on it gently, then ran his tongue over it and finally licked
it, like a cow on a salt block. God, he knew how to lick pussy! Jenny
didn’t know what she was missing!
“Oh daddy! That feel soooooo good daddy,” I moaned, louder this time.
Thankfully, “mom” wasn't home!
My eyes widened as I felt him stuff first one, and then almost
immediately after a second finger into my tight pussy, driving them as
deep as he could into me, then stroking them in and out of me as he
worked his magic with his mouth and tongue on my sensitized clit. It
hadn't been THAT long since I‘d orgasmed in the hot tub and it didn't
take much to set me off again. Soon I was cumming... and cumming HARD.
“Don't stop daddy... oh fuck PLEASE don't stop now!” I begged him, no
acting required anymore. Indeed, the last thing I wanted at this moment
was for him to stop, just as my orgasm was taking off for orbit.
“That’s it baby... cum for daddy... let daddy make his little girl cum,”
he whispered to me, exhorting me to cum - as if I need any further
encouragement.
My hips raised up off the bed, pushing his head up with them and then
dropped violently to the bed. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him
in with my strong leg muscles as tightly as I could into my crotch.
Whether he could breathe or not wasn’t my concern, I wanted his mouth on
me and I didn't want him to stop, not even for a second!
God, I was cumming so hard and to be doing it in his daughters bed just
made it all the better. It went on and on and on, like it would never
stop. I don't know how long it lasted, time loses its meaning in such
situation. Finally I relaxed, letting my legs fall to the bed and he
pulled his head up and off of me, drawing in his breath.
“Damn, you trying to suffocate me?” he teased me, “Wow, you can really
cum hard, can't you?”
“Well especially when my daddy licks my pussy,” I said with a naughty
grin. Then I looked him in the eye and I knew exactly what words he was
dying to hear me say, just what he needed to hear from his “daughter”.
“Fuck me daddy,” I said softly but firmly, “I want you to fuck me...
now.”
I’ve always said that the two sweetest words any man wants to hear are
“fuck me” but actually, in special cases like this it’s three words –
“fuck me DADDY”. Paul didn’t want to hear Kelly Wells ask him to fuck
her. She was just a whore to him, just a stranger who in the end, meant
nothing to him other than a conquest he would masturbate about for the
rest of his life. No, what Paul wanted to hear was his daughter JENNY
begging her daddy to take her virginity, to fuck her like she’d never
been before, to plant his seed in her, to mate her. THAT’S what Paul
wanted to hear and I delivered it for him. Hey, for what he was paying
me I’d recite the Pledge of Allegiance if that’s what he wanted!
“Oh god... I want to so bad baby,” he groaned.
I’d actually expected him to saddle up and fuck me but for some reason he
remained between my legs, breathing heavily as if he was struggling with
what to do.
“Oh baby... I want to... I really do... but...”
Wow, he really WAS immersed into his fantasy. He was so full of lust, so
horny, that he was seeing me as Jenny. It wasn't play acting anymore, he
was struggling with himself as to whether he could really go through with
it now that his “daughter” was actually offering himself to him. I
imaged in real life he WOULD have such a struggle.
Really, how many men, even if their daughter DID come onto them, would
actually take advantage of the opportunity? Not many is my guess. Sure
they masturbate and dream about it for the rest of their lives, probably
condemning themselves for not doing it, but in the end I think most guys
wouldn’t fuck their daughters in real life regardless of how intense
their fantasies might be. So now the question was, would Paul fuck his
daughter? Well, he would if I had anything to say about it!
“PLEASE daddy... I want your hard dick in me. Show me how much you love
me daddy. If you really love me, show me... prove it to me by putting
yourself inside of me.”
He was beginning to give in and I saw him start to get up and then fight
it again.
“I want to be with you like never before daddy,” I begged him, “I want to
feel you in me, giving me your love... give me your love daddy, give it
to me! I want you to prove to me how much you really love me.”
That was it, his lust won, just as I knew all along that it would. Would
his little Jenny have pushed him as hard as I did? I doubt it but so
what? THIS was what he wanted and I was not going to let him have to
suffer later with regrets for turning down the best sexual opportunity of
his life.
Paul crawled on top of me, staying on his elbows to keep his weight off
of me as his stiff cock poked against my crotch, trying to find the mark
on its own. I reached down and grabbed his hard dick, touching him for
the first time as I guided him to my welcoming pussy.
“Push daddy, push it in now,” I begged him as I maneuvered the head into
my hole.
Without a word Paul thrust his hips forward, driving the thick mushroom
head into my tight pussy. God it felt so wonderful! This was one of the
best moments of sex for me, the instant when his head first stretches me
out and enters me, the moment of violation, the moment when his body
joins together with mine and we become one, the moment when he takes me
as his mate, the moment my body submits to his.
“Damn you’re so fucking tight!” he croaked as he pushed himself further
into me, grunting as his erect dick drove itself deeper and deeper into
my wet warm pussy.
Finally Paul was all the way in me and I could feel the base of his cock
pressing against my crotch, his thick pubic hair smashed against me,
tickling me slightly as the coarseness of it contrasted with the thick
bushy feeling.
“That’s it daddy... it feels so good to feel you in me finally,” I
encouraged him, “I’ve dreamed so many times of you doing this to me.”
Wordlessly, he began to stroke himself in and out of me, slowly at first
and gradually picking up the pace. My hips thrust back in sync with him,
driving him in as deep as I could, more each time it seemed as his dick
stiffened even more from the feel of my welcoming pussy as it caressed
him as only a woman’s pussy can.
“That's it... fuck me daddy... fuck me!” I cried out, trying to get my
legs around him as he drove himself into me over and over again.
“Oh god Jenny, I want to fuck you... I’ve always wanted to fuck you so
bad,” he groaned.
I loved it that he called me Jenny. Right now, in his mind he was
fucking his daughter, not me. What really turned me on was knowing that
for the rest of his life, no matter how he might try to rationalize it,
he would remember exactly what he’d REALLY done. Even if it hadn't been
the “real” her that he had fucked, in his heart and soul he was screwing
his daughter just as real as if it was her laying on her back in her bed.
I would’ve enjoyed a few different positions, maybe a little doggie or
cowgirl, but he was so immersed in having sex with his daughter that the
thought of changing around never entered his head. Soon he was driving
himself in me even harder, taking long, deep strokes, and I knew what was
about to happen.
“Cum in me daddy... give me your love... prove to me just how much you
really love me.”
He groaned especially loud and he thrust one last time into me, pushing
himself in as deep as he could inside of me, grinding the base of his
cock against my crotch like he was trying to drill it just that last
little bit deeper inside of me.
“Oh fuck, I’m cumming baby, I’m cumming Jenny!” he cried out as he pumped
me with his incestuous sperm.
OK, so maybe technically it wasn't incest but in his state of mind at the
moment, he was filling his daughter with his cum just as surely as if it
was her pinned under him. If SHE had been in my position, he would be
filling her with his sperm, no doubt about it.
Over and over he unloaded himself into me, pumping every drop of his cum
into my pussy and then, just as I was afraid he was going to collapse on
me, he fell to the side, pulling his dick out of me as he laid on his
back with his cum covered dick sticking up, glistening in the light.
I couldn't let it just lay there with his dick inviting me as it was, so
I scooted over to him and took his dick in my mouth, tasting and smelling
myself and his cum together on it. He groaned as I took his sensitive
dick in my mouth, sucking the last bit of cum from it as it slowly
dwindled in my mouth.
“Oh my god... that feels so good,” he sighed, as he laid there limp, so
exhausted he was letting me suck his dick without even touching me.
Finally it was totally flaccid and I gave it one last suck and let it
drop from my mouth. I sat up in the bed and held it in my hand while I
reached down and felt my pussy with the other as I could feel his cum
begin to drain from me.
“Mmmmmmm, you’re cums leaking out of me daddy.” I said with a naughty
smile as I licked it from my fingers.
Just then a phone rang. It must have been his cell phone in his pants on
the floor. He wasn't about to get it so I got up but it stopped ringing
before I could get to it. I handed it to him and he looked at it and his
eyes burst wide open.
“Shit, that was Jan,” he said sharply, suddenly checking back into
reality.
Paul called his voice mail and I could’ve sworn as flushed as he had
been, his face was almost white again. “She’s going to be here in ten
minutes. Dammit, you have to get out of here!”
I quickly grabbed my clothes and dressed. I started to reach for the
bikini but he grabbed me by the arm and he looked scared to death.
“Please, you really do have to leave NOW. I'll take care of all this.”
I looked at him again, that same look the waiter gives you when he hands
you the check. Fortunately, he took the hint.
“Dammit...,” he muttered, more from frustration than being upset over the
payment I think. He grabbed his pants and pulled a thick envelope out of
his pocket.
“Trust me, it’s all there... now get out of here... PLEASE!”
I gave him a kiss on the cheek and ran from the house. As I turned out
of the subdivision, a BMW passed me with a woman driver and what looked
to be a teenage girl in the passenger seat next to her. I had no doubt
who it was although they certainly were there sooner than the ten minute
warning given to Paul.
I haven’t heard from Paul since that day. I wonder how he managed to
clean up Jenny’s room in the few minutes he had after I had left before
his wife and daughter had come home. Did he remember her bikini and even
if he did, what did he do about it being wet? Did he make her bed? If
so, how did he get the smell of sex out of the bedding, not to mention
the wet spot under where we had cum? I would have bet good money that he
didn’t remember the pink panties that I’d pushed under the covers after I
took them off with my feet. Assuming he forgot, what had Jenny said when
she found them later? Did she notice the foreign smell in her sheets,
the distinct odor of our sweat and sex? I couldn't help but wonder if
maybe she put two and two together and figured out what had actually
happened. If so, did she take the hint?
Well, THAT one was a long shot but a girl can dream, can’t she? After
all, that’s what fantasies are for. I just hope Paul didn't pay the REAL
price for making his fantasy come true (almost).
THE END
20090411 I Was His Daughter - MF F-solo exhib oral adultery