Subject:     Dad's Office
Story Codes: MF F-solo oral incest father daughter adultery
Diary Date:  July 18, 2007
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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It had been quite a while since I visited my dad's office but it was 
midsummer and I was bored so why not?  Most of the guys there have known 
me since I was little but there were a few new faces.  One of them wasn't 
exactly "new" at 56 years old, but I'd never had a grandfather do me 
before so why not take advantage of the opportunity?

Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 - Keeping Up With Our Morning Ritual
   Chapter 2 - Masturbation With a View
   Chapter 3 - My Dad Takes Over - or So I Thought


Chapter 1 - Keeping Up With Our Morning Ritual 
==============================================
When I was a teenager in high school, one of my favorite things to do was 
to visit my dad's legal office in downtown Pittsburgh.  Sometimes he 
would bring me with him in the morning but usually I would just ride the 
"T" and then walk a few blocks to get to the office building.  Supposedly 
I was there to help with some minor office work - filing, mail, that sort 
of thing.  In reality I preferred to flirt with the guys in the office 
more than anything.  As such I'd wear short skirts, revealing tops, and 
do just about anything to tease them mercilessly.

Needless to say I also made it a point to take advantage of my dad's 
spacious office for some fun with him.  My dad just loved to fuck me 
while I looked out the windows over the city, watching the people so far 
below us while wondering what they would think if they could see up into 
his office.  The thought of them possibly seeing us made it hot for me 
just as I knew it had to for him.

My dad wasn't the only one I played with at his office, something I 
assumed was known although of course nobody had any idea what I was doing 
with him when his office door was closed ? and locked.  In fact, my very 
first married father was one of the older partners back when I was just 
sixteen.  OK, so he did me at his house while I was babysitting and not 
in the office but that's just a technicality.

Over the years several more of the guys earned a spot on to my "sexual 
history" list.  The ironic part was so far as they knew my dad didn't 
know anything about it so I think they got a thrill from fucking the 
boss's daughter.  Naturally I always told my dad everything soon after 
and there was even one special time when he actually encouraged me to do 
a few of them as a "reward" for some extraordinary work they'd recently 
completed.  Yeah, my dad's a great boss in addition to being the best 
father in the whole world!

This summer was my first as a newly minted college graduate.  For once I 
wasn't simply on Summer Break, waiting for the fall school year to start.  
I'd been home almost two months now and still hadn't visited my dad's 
office.  It seemed that as I got older, I visited his office less and 
less for a number of reasons.  For one, the guys started to act 
differently around me as I grew older and went off to college.  I guess 
it was easier to "innocently" flirt with a sixteen or seventeen year-old 
high school girl than with a twenty or twenty one year-old college 
student.  When I was a younger teenager, the age difference made it less 
"real" when I flirted with them, more like teasing than anything serious.

Also, as I got older I think it became a little more awkward for the 
guys.  You have to keep in mind that none of them had the slightest clue 
that he didn't mind that any of them did me much less that my dad was 
also fucking me practically right under their noses!  Had they known I'm 
sure things would've been a lot more interesting!  Besides the age factor 
there were now secretaries and clerks younger than me so "helping" with 
the office work wasn't "cute" anymore but instead I think some of them 
thought I was threatening their jobs!  Finally, now that I'm twenty two, 
it wasn't like it was "take your daughter to work day" anymore so there 
was little excuse for me to visit the office for more than a few minutes.

My "office hours" may not be the same but one thing hasn't changed as I 
grow older - my dad's sexual lust for me.  From the first time he fucked 
me almost six years ago my dad has always looked for any opportunity to 
have me.  One of our most cherished "traditions" was my morning "wakeup 
call".  Even if I woke up earlier on my own, I would wait in my bed for 
my dad to get up and come into my bedroom.  Sometimes he was the first to 
wake and these were usually my favorite mornings as he would let me sleep 
while he jerked off over me or tried to play with me such that I didn't 
wake up.  I really love it when I wake up feeling his dick pressed 
against me, even more when he manages to actually get it inside of me 
without waking me right away although that was rarely achievable despite 
his best efforts.

Some mornings when I am really tired I will wake up and find his cum on 
me from him having jerked off without me waking up at all.  Normally I 
don't really enjoy having him (or any man) spraying his sperm all over me 
but this was an exception.  I think it is more the thought that he had 
jerked off watching me sleeping naked in my bed and then cumming on me 
than the actual cum that had dried on my face or boobs.

This morning was one of those morning when I woke up totally disoriented.  
You know what I mean, that feeling of not knowing what day it is or where 
you are.  It's like you're lost in some sort of fog, trying to clear the 
cobwebs from your mind as you rub the sleep from your eyes.  There was 
one more thing, quite a significant one - my pussy felt incredible!  It 
was only then that my mind cleared enough such that I realized why - I 
was being fucked!  It wasn't anything wild and crazy, just this feeling 
of a nice warm dick in me, not even moving at the moment but rather just 
resting inside of me, filling my pussy and making me feel incredibly 
horny.

"Morning baby," someone whispered in my ear.  Of course it could only be 
one person - my loving father.

"Oh daddy... that feels soooooo good," I sighed softly, squirming a bit 
to get a little more comfortable.  

At the moment I was on my side with my dad nestled in behind me.  He'd 
apparently lifted my bare leg just enough to get his erect dick inside  
of me and so I repositioned myself to be easier for him to fuck me.  My 
reward was the feeling of him thrusting himself even deeper into his 
daughter's pussy and I could feel the warmth of his naked body pressed 
again mine.

"You must have been tired this morning," he chuckled softly, "I thought 
just maybe for once you weren't going to wake up before I'd finished."

I didn't say anything in response, instead moving my hand down between my 
legs where I placed it over his hard dick, my fingers on each side of his 
hard shaft at the base of his dick where he was pressing it into my wet 
pussy.  He resumed his slow strokes in and out of me and I could feel his 
incestuous cock sliding between my fingers as well.

"Oh yes... that's it... fuck me slow daddy," I moaned ever so softly, my 
body wakening a little more each second as despite my plea he couldn't 
help himself and started to pump in and out more a little more quickly.

"You know it baby... Damn I love fucking your sweet pussy first thing in 
the morning."

"Mmmmmmm, me too.  You feel SO good in me daddy.  I love you so much!"

As he slowly fucked me his hand cupped my bare breast, supporting it and 
gently massaging it.  My hardened nipple was between his fingers and he 
would squeeze and pull on it as he played with my boobs.  God it felt SO 
damn good!  As his incestuous dick slowly moved in and out of his 
daughter's welcoming pussy, I reached down to touch my throbbing clit, 
rubbing it ever so slowly with just the tip of my finger, making little 
circles around it.

"Harder now daddy," I moaned as my finger on my clit made me jerk and my 
pussy gripped his dick even tighter, "Fuck me harder... harder please."

"Oh yeah, I think somebody's finally waking up," he said with a little 
bit of a laughter mixed in, "Well, at least her pussy is, THAT'S for 
sure."

He was right - my pussy WAS wide awake now as well as feeling like it was 
on fire as my finger tip continue to toy with my aroused clit.  His thick 
hard shaft rubbed against the sensitive interior of my wet pussy as he 
stroked himself in and out of me over and over again.  Suddenly I 
stiffened as it felt like my entire body had been shocked or struck by 
lightning.  I gasped as my orgasm struck me and my pussy trembled, 
gripping his dick and then releasing it and gripping it again.

"Oh yeah baby, that's it... cum for daddy," he encouraged me, kissing the 
back of my neck and upper back as he fucked me hard and fast, making my 
orgasm peak even higher.

"Cum in me daddy... oh god cum in me NOW!" I begged him, wanting to feel 
his sperm inside of me before my orgasm subsided.

Lord only knows what he'd been doing to me before I woke up and it 
excited me to think about what he might have done.  Had he masturbated 
looking at me?  Had he rubbed his dick against my sleeping face and lips?  
How long had his dick been inside of me before I realized what was going 
on?  Was he ready to cum yet or did he need to work on it some more?  I 
really had no idea what the answers were to any of these questions.  
Thankfully, whatever had happened earlier must have made him horny enough 
to cum quickly now.  His grip on my boob tightened and he pulled me 
against his nude body as he thrust his wonderful dick in me even further.  
He grunted and then his hips thrust hard against my bare tight ass and 
then he groaned loudly as he began to shoot his cum deep inside my pussy.  
Mmmmmmm... oh yeah, my father was cumming in me!

"That's it daddy, cum in me," I begged him as he filled me with warm cum, 
"Oh yeah, I want it all, I want it ALL in me daddy."

My dad just kept grunting as he shot one load after another of his love 
into me.  I marveled at the thought of his horny dick deep inside me, the 
fleshy tip of it as far up inside of me as he could push it.  I tried to 
imagine how it would look to see the warm sperm erupting from the tip, 
shooting into my pussy, trying futilely to mate with me.  Of course, any 
other man cumming in me also a great feeling, don't get me wrong.  
There's just something special when I know the dick buried in my pussy 
belongs to my dad and that the sperm he is giving me comes from the same 
place the sperm that he gave my mom to create me.  To have my own father 
lust for me this deeply is more erotic than anything I can truly 
describe.  After all, this wasn't just ANY horny man... this was my DAD!

"God I love you Kelly," he gasped as he deposited the last of his cum 
inside of me, "I needed you so bad this morning."

I sighed and put my hand over his, pushing it against my breast saying, 
"I love you too daddy... I love it best when you cum inside of me."

He started to pull back but I reached behind me with my hand and tried to 
push him back into me.

"Stay inside of me for a while daddy... please stay in me," I whispered 
as I held my legs tightly together, squeezing my pussy down on his 
dwindling cock, savoring this moment when I truly belonged to my father 
in such a special way.

"Anything you want baby," he said gently back to me, "Anything you want."

I closed my eyes and just let the emotions inside of me swell and wash 
over me.  To be in my father's strong arms, his spent cock still inside 
of me, knowing his sperm was now in me...  what more could a girl ask for 
first thing in the morning?  For that matter, any time of day?

Finally he kissed my neck a few times and pulled his hand from my breast.

"Sorry baby, I really do have to get to work," he said softly as he 
slipped his dick out of me.  Suddenly I felt so lonely, so empty, like 
something had been taken from me.  It was at that moment I knew what I 
would be doing later that day - even if he didn't.

My dad left me in my bed with my pussy still throbbing from my orgasm and 
the memory of his cock in it.  I felt like I had a fever as my entire 
body was flushed.  Indeed, I was so light-headed that it felt like I was 
about to pass out.  Oh God I wanted him to fuck me again!  I wanted to 
feel my father's dick slip back into me, spreading my pussy so wide apart 
as the mushroom head on his cock forced its way into his daughter's 
waiting hungry pussy.  I wanted to feel him sliding into me, his cock 
stimulating my pussy the way a bow stimulates the strings of a violin as 
it is drawn across them.  I wanted to feel it pumping in and out of me, 
to listen to him tell me how good my pussy felt around his dick, to hear 
him tell me what a great fuck I was.  Of course, what I REALLY wanted 
more than anything else was for him to cum in me over and over again, to 
flood me with his sperm and groan and moan as he told me how much he 
loved me.

My dad stopped back in my bedroom just before he left.  Instead of his 
naked body I loved to touch and feel against me, he was in his typical 
suit and tie.  He kissed me and told me he would miss me.  Well, he 
wouldn't be missing me as much as he thought if I had anything to say 
about it!


Chapter 2 - Masturbation With a View
====================================
After my dad left I fell back asleep until I woke about an hour later 
when mother nature made her demands known.  After peeing I showered and 
washed my hair, paying special attention to my pussy and ass to make sure 
I was as clean as I could be for my dad later.  To be sure I had no 
intention that he would actually DO anything with my asshole but I still 
liked to keep it spotless in case he wanted to lick me anyways.  Throwing 
on a long nightshirt I made my way to the kitchen where my mom was on the 
phone with her sister, my Aunt Linda.  Knowing from past experience THAT 
conversation could go on all morning I fixed myself some cereal and sat 
at the kitchen table, watching the morning news on the little TV we kept 
in the dining area of the kitchen.

By the time I'd finished my cereal my mom was STILL on the phone.  They 
seemed to be talking about one of my aunt's recent home sales from what I 
could gather hearing only half the conversation.  My Aunt Linda was a 
realtor who managed to remain a top seller even in the housing market 
turndown we were in at the time.  Of course she had a special offering to 
go with her home sales pitch that most other realtors didn't - she was 
willing to fuck her clients to close the deal!  My mother, ever the 
voyeur, was listening intently, dropping in a few questions here and 
there to clarify things as well as giving me a partial understanding of 
what was happening.

Oh well... As I said earlier, this conversation could, and often did, go 
on for hours so I went back upstairs to get dressed.  It was always an 
issue for me when deciding what to wear to my dad's office.  When I was 
younger it was pretty simple - a skirt as short as I dared wear in public 
and a blouse at least one or two sizes too small.  The goal back then was 
to show off my legs and boobs (at least what boobs I had) as much as 
possible without actually revealing the goods.  As I got older, I went 
away from the teenie-bopper, ditzy high school girl thing to more the 
college girl-next-door look.

Hmmmmmm..  now that I'd graduated, what WAS appropriate office wear?  
Well, I guess I should say what was appropriately inappropriate?  It was 
a professional office so it wasn't like I could just waltz in looking 
like a street walker.  On the other hand, most of the lawyers and staff 
had known me since I was a little girl so coming in dressed like a nun 
would probably raise more eyebrows.  In the end after much debate I 
decided to go relatively casual - designer jeans and a large belt with a 
tight yellow cami that showed off a little belly and hugged my 34B boobs 
like a sixteen year-old boy copping his first feel.

When I finally returned to the kitchen my mom was STILL on the phone.  Oh 
good grief, how long could my aunt talk about getting laid by one of her 
clients?  In all fairness if my mom was grilling her for details the same 
way she did back when I came home from a hot date then it wasn't all that 
hard to believe.  My mom always had to know everything, and I mean 
everything.  

Rolling my eyes, I gestured for her to take a break and my mom told my 
aunt to hold on for just a second.  Quickly I explained to my mom that I 
was heading downtown and she instantly knew where I was off to.  She just 
winked at me and kissed me on the lips quickly and then was back on the 
phone with her younger sister again.  God, they were worse than two 
fourteen year-old girls gossiping on the phone!

Although I could've driven myself downtown, I dreaded the traffic through 
tunnel and bridges, not to mention the expensive downtown parking garages 
which were generally creepy anyways.  Instead, I headed down to the "T" 
station behind the main part of town, parked the car and hopped on the 
next one that came by.  The "T" is actually a light rail train that 
shuttles around the south side of Pittsburgh and then into the city.  
Once I made it to the end of the first line I got on another that took me 
downtown, actually travelling under the streets until I got out and 
climbed the stairs up to the main street level.  It was only about two 
blocks or so to my dad's office building which was good because the heat 
was starting to rise already and I knew it was going to be another 
typical Pittsburgh July day - hot and muggy.  Well, if things went the 
way I planned it was going to be hot and sweaty inside as well.

After getting out of the elevator I made my way to the office and waved 
as I walked past the receptionist.  She smiled at me to be courteous as 
it was her job but other than that she didn't seem inclined to give me 
the time of day.  Oh well, she was new and I didn't know her so I didn't 
take it personally.  At the same time I wondered what people had told her 
about the boss's daughter to make her so sullen about me without really 
getting to know me first?  Oh well, who cared what she thought of me 
anyway?  As I entered the main waiting area I saw that there were several 
clients waiting but I just went straight through the door to where the 
legal offices were all located.  In a way the place reminded me of Boston 
Legal on TV with the glass walls and all.  The comparison ended there as 
there weren't a bunch over over-sexed women and men chasing around after 
each other - too bad.

As I walked down the hall, the office decor noticeably changed when I 
entered the area reserved for the partners.  Unlike the other conference 
rooms and offices, these were not glass-walled and open for anyone 
walking by to see inside.  Rank hath its privileges and the partners had 
the rank so their offices had solid walls and doors that locked, two 
things that has come in quite handy over the years, that's for sure.

I really wasn't paying as much attention to where I was walking as I 
should have so when an older gentleman stepped out of his large office 
reading a file I didn't see him until he was right on top of me and we 
bumped together slightly.  His file dropped to the floor and after he'd 
leaned over to pick it up, he looked up at me to see who the imbecile was 
that had gotten in his way.  Fortunately, just as it seemed he was ready 
to bark and take off my head, he recognized me.  The scowl disappeared 
and he grinned at me, more of a leer actually but I took it as a grin.

"Oh excuse me Kelly, I wasn't watching where I was going," he said 
apologetically.  Then he took another look at me, or more so my boobs, 
and smiled.  "My, you've certainly grown up since I last saw you!"

Actually for all practical purposes I hadn't grown an inch for the last 
few years but my bust WAS a cup size bigger and I like to think a few 
other areas had smoothed and rounded out as well.  I grinned at him as 
well, acting like I was shy and embarrassed by his remarks.

"Oh Mr. Connelly, I AM 22 now you know."

"Kelly, you can call me Martin now, you're not a kid anymore," he 
corrected me.  Then he added under breath in a voice so low I wasn't sure 
if I was supposed to hear him or not, "THAT'S for damn sure."

Mr. Connelly, or Martin, was one of the older lawyers in the firm, mid to 
late fifties I think, and one of the founding partners.  He'd actually 
hired my dad many years ago and even though my dad was now a senior 
partner, some partners are more equal than others and none were more 
equal than Martin Connelly.

"Have you seen my dad Mr. Connelly, I mean Martin?" I corrected myself as 
he opened his mouth to say something.

"I believe he's in the middle of a deposition at the moment.  It should 
be over in about an hour at the most.  Do you want me to tell him you're 
here?"

I shook my head vigorously.  All sorts of ideas were shaping up in my 
mind as to what to do during the next sixty minutes or so and none of 
them included my dad knowing about them - at least not yet.

"Well, you can wait in his office until then, or you can stay in mine if 
you want," Martin offered, I have a meeting I'm already late for." 

I politely declined the offer for his office and said I would just hang 
out in my dad's until he was available.  Even though I hadn't been there 
in quite a while, it was like I'd just been in yesterday with everything 
in the same place.  I headed for my dad's office, wiggling my butt as I 
knew he was watching me.  Once inside I closed the door behind me.  
Nobody would normally come in unannounced with the door closed but just 
for good measure I locked the door securely as well.

My dad's office was huge, bigger than our living room back home.  Besides 
his monstrous desk and leather chair it had a huge leather couch with 
matching arm chairs around a beautiful antique coffee table.  There was 
even a small wet bar area.  The mandatory library of legal books were 
there (does anyone ever actually READ them or are they just for show?)  
What I loved most about his office wasn't the furnishings.  What I really 
loved was the view!  His office opened to the west which gave me a 
postcard view of downtown and the Point where the three rivers joined.  
Actually, two rivers joined to form the third but that's enough 
geography.

Being up about twenty floors, the view today was spectacular.  It was 
bright and sunny outside without a hint of clouds and the air was clearer 
than usual for a hot summer day.  The new football and baseball stadiums 
were visible across the Allegheny River.  Looking down, people were just 
little dots below me as they scurried about like ants.  There were some 
other buildings nearby but I didn't think anyone in any of them was 
paying attention to what was going on across the street.  Besides, the 
windows were tinted so ever if they were I doubted they could see me.

Anyone who knows me knows that I have a bit if an exhibitionist streak 
that gets me in trouble now and then.  Usually just the thrill of knowing 
someone COULD see me is enough without actually being seen.  For 
instance, driving down the road without anything on below the waist is 
thrilling because the people who drive by me don't know that I'm half 
naked right next to them; but I know I am and that's what's important.  
Grabbing my boyfriend's dick at the top of the Ferris Wheel is fun 
because all those people below us don't have a clue what I'm doing right 
above their heads.  Sure it would be wild if they DID know, but the 
thrill of being naughty is what makes it fun for me.

I say all this because the first thing that came to my mind standing at 
the window with the city before me was to strip down and stand naked up 
against the window, pressing my bare boobs against the cool glass.  
Although the odds were negligible that someone WAS seeing me, the fact 
that someone COULD if they had just the right angle at just the right 
moment turned me on tremendously.

Feeling naughty with my clothes off, I stood there stark naked as I 
stared out the window.  My hand naturally made its way between my legs 
and I started masturbating at the thought of some hot guy watching me 
from the office building across the street.  God that would be so erotic 
to see him standing at his own office window, maybe even with his hard 
dick in his hand, sticking out from his suit pants.  I imagined him 
jerking off as he watched me masturbating.  Wouldn't it be hot if both of 
us could cum together?  When we were done we would wave goodbye and close 
the blinds.  Would I bump into him on the street later?  Would he 
recognize me with my clothes on?

My hand was getting me pretty horny so I turned away from the window and 
laid on the cool leather couch with my back to the door so I could 
continue to look out the windows.  I raised my right leg up onto the back 
of the couch and let my left one hang over the side which left my pussy 
wide open and easy to reach.  Using just one fingertip I circled around 
my wet clit, then rubbed it up and down and then back into the tight 
circles again.  My sensitive clit was tingling like an elbow does when 
you hit your funny bone, making me jump at times as an especially sharp 
feeling of pleasure would emit from my pussy and run through me like an 
electric shock.  With my other hand, I started to rub my boobs, squeezing 
them and then pinching the nipples, pulling on them and then letting them 
spring back as my nipple would slowly slip through my fingers.


Chapter 3 - My Dad Takes Over - Or So I Thought
===============================================
As deep as I was into my private masturbation session, my ears still 
managed to pick up at the sound of the office door lock being opened.  
Other than the cleaning staff there was only one person who had the key 
to his office meaning it had to be my dad so I pretended not to notice.  
If anything it made me feel even sexier to know my dad was about to 
"catch" me playing with myself although he'd seen me masturbating since I 
was in middle school.  The door made a slight click as he must have tried 
to close it without making too much noise and then I heard the soft 
rustle of his pants as he moved slowly through the office until he was 
right behind me.

"Oh daddy, that feels so good." I moaned as I pretended to fantasize 
about my dad fucking me, "Fuck me daddy... oh fuck me more daddy... make 
me cum."

I could only imagine how it must've turned him on to hear me masturbating 
to the thought of him fucking me!  Hopefully his dick was getting as 
stiff as a steel rod and I wondered if he was rubbing it yet.  Still, as 
much as I wanted to turn around and grab his dick I continued to play 
with myself, pretending not to notice he was right behind me.

After a particularly sharp moan and humping of my hips up against my hand 
my dad reached in from behind me, one arm on each side of me.  He started 
by putting his hands on my bare shoulders, massaging them gently, running 
his hands up and down my smooth upper arms.  Then he pulled my hair to 
one side and I could feel his hot breath on my neck.  I shivered as I 
felt the touch of his wet tongue on the side of my neck, just below my 
ear.  He gently licked my neck and ear, then worked his way around and 
did the same to the other side.  All the while he was licking me, his 
strong hands continued to massage my shoulders with his thumbs pressing 
into my shoulder blades.  Well, as horny as I was I couldn't pretend to 
ignore him anymore at this point!

"Mmmmmmm, that feels so good daddy!" I said softly, continuing to 
masturbate without a pause.

My dad didn't say a word as his strong hands started to work their way 
down my bare chest, slowly approaching my bosom.  I pulled my hand away 
from my boobs as he grabbed them both, first cupping them in his hands 
like he was measuring the weight of a melon in the grocery store (OK, I 
can WISH my boobs are the size of melons, can't I?)  Then he put his 
hands over them and started to knead them like he was making bread.  At 
first it was just a slight squeezing motion but as he got going he 
grabbed them more firmly and pinched my hard nipples.  As always I loved 
it when someone played with my breasts.  My dad is what you would call a 
"pussy man" so usually he would go straight for my crotch and ignore my 
boobs so it was nice to have him spend this much time on my boobs for 
once.

"You know I love it when you touch me like this daddy," I moaned as I 
felt my orgasm starting to build within me.  With my extra hand I pushed 
a finger inside my pussy while I continued to rub my clit with the other, 
only now using two fingers instead of just one.

"I'm cumming daddy!" I announced as my body stiffened and my hips rose up 
off the couch.  "Oh God!" I cried out as my entire body was racked with 
the most incredible sensations.  Indeed, having an orgasm feels like 
nothing else in the world!

My dad was breathing heavier as he kissed me on the neck again.  I 
collapsed on the couch, my hands cupped against my crotch, one over the 
other, as I pressed my hand up against me.  The pressure alone against my 
clit was enough to keep my heart pounding.  There was just one thing I 
wanted at this moment, only one thing that would satisfy my needs and 
desires.

"Fuck me daddy... please fuck me now," I begged him softly, sounding more 
like a young girl begging for her daddy to hug her but I wanted a lot 
more than a hug - a LOT more!

"Sure, I'd love to if that's what you want," a deep voice whispered in my 
ear.  It was exactly the words I wanted to hear but there was just one 
teeny little problem - it wasn't the VOICE I wanted to hear.

Horrified, I flipped myself over and found myself face to face with the 
last person in the world I would've expected to see, at least under these 
circumstances.  It wasn't my dad that had been playing with me, it was 
Martin!  What the hell?  I completely froze in place, not knowing whether 
to cover myself, scream, or what.

"I'm pretty sure that I'm not who you thought it was, eh?" he said with a 
grin on his face.

"Mr. Connelly!" I gasped, "What are you doing in here?  Why are you 
touching me?"

"I think the real question is, what are YOU doing in here?" he chuckled, 
"And how many times do I have to tell you that it's Martin.  So tell me 
Kelly, is this what you do every time you visit your dad?"

I was on my stomach with my arms up on the side of the couch so I was 
relatively covered, if you don't take into account my bare ass.  Besides, 
it wasn't like he hadn't seen the whole package anyway so what was there 
to hide?  Even so, I felt distinctly...  well naked.  Maybe "exposed" 
would be a better term.

"How DARE you?  How could you do this to me?" I exclaimed, still trying 
to get my wits back about me.  

As hard as I was trying to be outraged at his behavior, my pussy 
apparently hadn't received the memo.  Instead the darn thing was still 
pulsing and feeling hot which was in distinct contradiction to how the 
rest of me was feeling.  OK.... so it wasn't ALL my pussy's fault.  Once 
it got going it didn't calm down for a while no matter what might happen, 
not even an embarrassing situation like this.  I say embarrassing because 
I could feel my face grow hot, even more flushed than it had been after 
my orgasm.

Martin smiled again and said, "Oh come now, nothing to be embarrassed 
about.  You think I didn't know what you were doing in here?  Damn girl, 
you're really hot!  If I were your dad I'd be doing you too."

If possible, my face felt even redder.  I'm not normally one who cares if 
someone watches me masturbate.  In fact I've teased many a boy on a date 
making him watch me play with myself but not letting him touch me.  In 
almost any situation I would tell you I get off having someone watch me 
do it.  THIS was different though.  To make it worse, he heard me asking 
my dad to fuck me!  What did he think about that?  Would he just 
attribute it to my fantasy or would he realize that I was speaking from 
the heart?  From his words he seemed to think it was real.

"Soooooo, tell me little girl... you still need to be fucked by daddy?"

My eyes widened as the question at me from out of the blue.  My god, it 
was the senior partner and technically he was old enough to be my 
grandfather!  Not to mention we were in the middle of my father's office 
with an entire law firm on the other side of the door.  What if my dad 
were to walk in and find us?  Sensing my hesitation, he raised the ante.

"Tell you what, let me fuck you and I'll forget all that stuff you said 
about wanting to fuck your daddy."

There it was.  I had a feeling he was going to bring THAT up sooner or 
later.

"You really want to fuck me Mr. Connelly?"

"Hell yes!" he responded in a flash, "Shit Kelly, every guy in this firm 
wants a piece of your cute little ass - and you damn well know it.  From 
what I hear more than a few had done it as well."  He paused to look 
around the office and continued, "Not to mention one of our senior 
partners!"

He paused for it to sink in and then added, "And PLEASE, stop with the 
'Mr. Connelly' crap, you make me feel like I'm robbing the cradle."

I was still trying to figure out his comment about forgetting about me 
wanting to fuck my daddy.  Did that mean he took it as a fantasy and 
wasn't going to tell people about it?  Maybe it mean he assumed I WAS 
fucking my daddy and if I let him do me then he would forget about THAT?  
Mr. Connelly was a pretty sharp lawyer and he rarely said anything that 
wasn't EXACTLY what he meant to say.  I had a feeling he was being 
deliberately ambiguous, just to make me all the more confused.  Well, if 
I was going to go for it, I may as well go all the way.  Besides, what 
choice did I have?

"But you're married Martin... what if your wife found out?"

Martin literally grimaced.  "Shit, she's so damn old and wrinkled I 
haven't been able to get it up for her in years."

"OK Martin, then go ahead and fuck me... let's see what you've got," I 
said seductively, licking my lips slowly and looking him straight in the 
eyes.

Well Martin certainly didn't waste any time!  He quickly stripped off all 
his clothes, even the black tube socks (thank God).  I sat up on the 
couch with my legs spread apart obscenely like some porn shoot, playing 
with my pussy almost absentmindedly as I watched him drape his clothes 
over the back of one of the chairs.

Seeing Martin standing there naked I thought how it was lucky that I was 
as hot and horny as I was because he wasn't exactly what you would call a 
male magazine model.  At his age things shift and rearrange themselves.  
He had a bit of a pot belly and a rather flabby ass.  His chest was like 
a bear rug with a thick covering of black and silver hair.  Not only 
that, his back and shoulders were also covered with long dark hair.  God, 
he was some sort of ape man!  His legs were too thin to be proportionate 
to the rest of him and they were wrinkled as well.  Honestly, there 
wasn't a sexy thing about him.  Well, almost nothing...

There WAS one good thing about Martin.  Fortunately, under the 
circumstances it was probably the most important characteristic.  His 
dick was absolutely incredible!  Martin was probably the last guy in the 
world I would've suspected of packing such a monster.  Although still 
flaccid and hanging down limply, it still looked to be a good 6-8 inches 
long and thick to boot!  Like the rest of him his crotch was ridiculously 
hairy, so hairy in fact it was like a bush had sprouted between his legs.

"Oh wow!" I gasped as I stared at his dick.  Yes, I was impressed as it 
was all I could look at.

Martin grinned and took his cock in his hand, bouncing it like he was 
holding a cucumber and trying to guess its weight.

"Surprised you, didn't I?" he bragged, "Bet you never would've guessed 
that I'm the best hung guy in the firm, did you?  Bigger than your dad's 
I bet."

Now wasn't exactly the right time to ask just HOW he knew that for sure 
but I was willing to take his word on it.  God Almighty!  It had been 
quite a long time since I'd had a dick the size of his.

"Well, are you just gonna sit there and stare at it or what?" he teased 
me.

He didn't have to say it twice.  Damn, I couldn't wait to get my hands - 
and mouth, on that bad boy!  As I picked it up with my thumb underneath 
it and my fingers wrapped around the top, it had some genuine heft to it.  
He was still fairly limp but even so it was bigger than most dicks I'd 
had the pleasure of holding when they were fully erect!  I stretched it 
out with my hand, tugging on it gently as I picked up his balls with my 
other hand and gently rolled them around with my fingers.

"Suck it," he whispered in a deep voice to me, "Put it in your mouth."  
He then put his hand on my head and pressed me firmly in towards his 
crotch.

Again, I didn't need a second offer OR his hand pushing me as I wanted it 
for myself regardless.  Holding it up out from his crotch I took just the 
thick head in my mouth and suckled it like a nipple - a damn BIG nipple 
at that.  As soft as he still was it easily fit in my mouth as it moved 
under the pressure of my gums and tongue.  Mmmmmmm, he tasted great and 
his crotch had that distinctive male musk odor a man gets when he's been 
working for a few hours and then gets horny.  I worked his dick with my 
hand and sucked on it, sometimes taking it all in my mouth and at other 
times just licking it and kissing it up and down the shaft while I 
stroked him.  For me sucking dick is always fun and I loved the feel of 
his soft dick in my mouth.  There was just one problem - he wasn't 
growing!  Growing more determined, I sucked on him harder and faster, 
trying to get some reaction from his lifeless dick.

"Fucking blood pressure pills and diabetes," I heard him grumble.

I don't know if he meant for me to hear him but I had a bad feeling about 
what I thought it meant - good 'ol ED - erectile dysfunction.  God, 
hadn't he heard of Viagra?  Even if he took it now I knew from other guys 
with this issue it could take an hour or more before things started 
"working" properly again.  Even then, as limp as he was I had to wonder 
if even Viagra would help.  Well, I've been fucked by a LOT of guys and 
sucked probably two or three times more than that.  Never once have I 
failed to eventually get the desired response from a willing partner and 
Martin was definitely more than willing.  The problem was, the more time 
that went by without getting any response the more frustrated he became 
which was probably making it harder for him to have an erection even if 
he didn't have ED in the first place!  Once this vicious circle started, 
it was like a death spiral and I knew that all that was ahead of us was a 
crash landing unless I did something quick.

"You like to eat pussy Martin?"

Martin opened his eyes after having shut them to concentrate on whatever 
it was he did to try to arouse himself (I was afraid to ask what).  He 
grinned and nodded so I sat back on the couch again and put my feet up on 
the edge, letting my knees spread apart and exposing my shaven pussy to 
him.

"Eat me Martin."

It wasn't quite the same as "fuck me" but it served the same purpose.  
Martin got down on his knees and put his face on my pussy without a 
moment's hesitation and started to lick my pussy.  He actually wasn't bad 
at it - better than the vast majority of men for that matter.

"I want you to play with yourself while you eat my pussy Martin."

Hey, you don't fuck over a hundred guys and not pick up a few tricks here 
and there for your sexual arsenal.  One guy in the past who had problems 
getting it up with me confessed that he got more pleasure from eating a 
girl than fucking her.  Well, I should say he got turned on more at the 
beginning by the thought of giving ME the pleasure.  It was amazing how 
once he started to lick my pussy and I made sure he knew I loved it - 
regardless of how it really felt, his dick responded and then we moved on 
to what I wanted - to be fucked.  Hopefully it would work in Martin's 
case.  No doubt it would take a little while so I sat back and enjoyed 
the oral sex.

As I mentioned, Martin was quite good at what he was doing, even rivaling 
a lot of girls I knew as well and that's saying something.  Maybe it was 
that he was so much older and hence more experienced?  It seemed an 
extension to my observation that the older a guy got the better his oral 
skills became.  My personal theory is that is has to do with more than 
just experience.  Older men are so much more mature and emotional stable 
and seem to be able to give a girl pleasure without seeking so much for 
themselves.  At the other end of the spectrum, teenage boys just want to 
get themselves off.  To them it seems that oral sex is naughty and more a 
badge of honor than something to please the girl he was with.

Through it all I kept up a constant string of sex talk, praising his oral 
skills and telling him how good he was making me feel.  The longer he 
went the dirtier and nastier I got until it became a stream of positively 
filthy dialogue.  He was stroking his dick faster and faster as we went 
on and I was hoping like heck that SOMETHING was happening.

"Oh shit, kiss my smelly cunt you fucking bastard!" I exclaimed as my 
second orgasm of the day began.  He started to lift his head to respond 
but I pressed down on it with both hands and pushed it back to my crotch.

"Don't take your damn mouth off my cunt, eat me dammit... make me cum you 
dirty old man!"

There was no need to fake an orgasm for his benefit, this was the real 
McCoy!  I felt my pussy gushing as I covered his face and tongue with my 
cum.  He lapped it up with his tongue, ticking me and driving my orgasm 
even higher as his tongue touched my hypersensitive clit.

"Oh god I want you to fuck me Martin... Oh PLEASE, fuck me now!"

It was a risk but at some point I had to take it.  If he wasn't turned on 
and hard enough to fuck me by now then it probably wasn't going to 
happen.  Fortunately for both of us my little ploy appeared to have 
worked as I saw when he stood up holding his dick in his hand.  He wasn't 
exactly a steel rod but he definitely had some stiffness to him.  Plus, 
as thick and big as he been to start it wasn't going to take much to get 
him to where he could at least entire my pussy.  I also knew we needed to 
hurry as the effect probably wouldn't last long.

"Put in it me now Martin... Oh god, put that monster dick deep in my wet 
cunt and fuck me hard!"

He held his big dick against my waiting pussy which was indeed soaking 
wet and as ready for him as it would ever be.  When he first tried to 
push his cock into me it turned out that it wasn't THAT stiff and so it 
bent instead of entering me.  Actually, had he been a little smaller it 
would've been easier as getting his bulbous head in me was going to be 
the hardest part.  Anxious to have in in me, I reached down and spread my 
pussy apart for him, using my fingertips to press against the head of his 
cock to push it inside of my hungry pussy.  Finally his head just popped 
into me and from there it was easy street as the rest of his shaft 
followed while I held it to keep it from bending again as it entered me.  
He may not have been the stiffest cock in the world but as thick as he 
was, he sure felt good inside of me!

"Oh god, I can't believe I'm actually in you!" he gasped as he pushed his 
hairy crotch into my shaved pussy.

Was it that he couldn't believe he was fucking ME or that he couldn't 
believe that he was able to get his dick IN me?  Most likely a little bit 
of both.  I wondered when the last time he'd been able to get his dick 
into a pussy?  Looking at all I had to do tonight, I was guessing it had 
been a while unless his wife knew my tricks.

"That's it Martin, I knew you could do it!" I praised him, "Now fuck 
me... I want you to fuck me and then cum inside of me.

Without another word he started to pump his huge dick in and out of me.  
He didn't pull out very far, probably because he was afraid he might not 
get it back in me again.  I wasn't sure at first if he was getting bigger 
or smaller or staying the same.

"God it feel so good to fuck your young cunt!" he gasped, pressing 
himself deep into me and just holding himself there, savoring the feeling 
of my hot pussy as it surrounded him in its warm, wet embrace.

Suddenly I could feel him distinctly growing inside of me.  It was like 
his dick had finally decided to become fully erect after all this time.  
Something told me it was a harbinger of what was about to happen and as 
usual my sexual instincts were right on the money.  I was a little 
surprised he was cumming so fast but then I suppose it had been quite a 
while since he had fucked a pussy as young as mine ? without paying for 
it at least.

"Oh god, I'm cumming!" he groaned as he held himself tightly against me.  
I felt his hips thrusting into me as he came.  There couldn't have been 
much sperm because I couldn't even feel him cumming in me other than the 
movement of his dick but if he said he was I was happy to believe him.

"Oh my god... Oh my god," he groaned again as he pulled out of me, his 
dick glistening in the light with the mixture of our cum wetting it.

Amazingly, his dick started to immediately shrink like a balloon with a 
big hole in it.  As fast as it has risen just before cumming in me it was 
now shrinking back to its normal state even faster.  It was really weird, 
something I was definitely going to have to ask one of my boyfriends 
about later.  It was as if every bit of sexual tension in him had been 
let out through his dick when he came and now suddenly he was all 
business and back to being Mr. Connelly again.

Without looking at me he quickly went for his clothes and started to 
dress without saying another word.  It wasn't until he was fixing his tie 
that he turned to me where I was still in the same position he had left 
me after cumming in me.  His cum was now draining from my pussy and a 
small trickle was running down my ass - good thing it was a leather couch 
and easy to clean!  His eyes went to my pussy where his handiwork was 
there for him to appreciate.

"Damn you are really something else," he said, shaking his head.

"Now remember, you promised you wouldn't say anything to my father," I 
reminded him.

He grinned at me and winked.  Again, I wasn't sure what he meant.  Did he 
mean he wasn't going to tell my father?  Or did he mean he didn't NEED to 
tell my father?  Did it matter in the end?  I wonder what her would say 
if he knew that I'd be telling my dad all about it soon?

Martin checked the hallway to be sure nobody was watching and then 
quickly slipped out of the office, letting the door lock once again 
behind him.  Back to the couch I resumed my masturbation session that I 
had been into before Martin had "interrupted" me.  With any luck, my dad 
would walk in behind me again - and this time it would be my DAD!

THE END

  
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