Subject: I Was His Daughter (MF, oral)
By: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Diary Date: APRIL 11, 2009
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!!!WARNING!!!!
This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may
include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
incest and adultery. It is not intended to implicate any person or action by
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Summary:
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:
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 is 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 crowd ed 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 kellyinpgh 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. Mmmmm, 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. I n 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, 3-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. God, 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
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 you 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 it’s 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, “Hmmmm, 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. Hmmmm, 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 it’s 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. Mmmmm, 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 it’s 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 n 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? Mmmmm,
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 it’s cum. My boobs strained against the tight top and I imagined how the
top had contained Jenny’s boobs, probably with a lit 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 ands 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! Mmmmm, 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, acting as though he hadn’t
been watching me for the past hour. 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 checker 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 8 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, opening my eyes to
see his face buried in my bosom, 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 cant 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’s” 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
breath 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 it’s
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.
“Oh god..... I want to so bad baby,” he groaned. I had 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. 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 would 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 it’s 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 he 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 he 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,. I knew 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 gong 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.
“Mmmmm, you’re cum is 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. He
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 have to leave, 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 go... PLESAE!”
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 price for making his fantasy come true (almost).
THE END
20090411 I Was His Daughter