Subject: Surprise Office Visit
Story Codes MF exhib oral incest father daughter
Diary Date: September 12, 2008
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Lately it seems all my attention has been on my teaching and my
boyfriend. Leave it to my mom to gently remind me that my dad has been
trying to give me some "space" as I work things out and that it might be
nice to show him my appreciation. Well, what better way than to pay him
a visit in his office when he was least expecting it?
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Feeling Guilty
Chapter 2 - Advice From Mom
Chapter 3 - Surprising My Dad
Chapter 1 - Feeling Guilty
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As much as I beat myself up at times over things I wish I hadn't done, or
that I Should've done, if I'm truly honest with myself there are many
things in my life that I HAVE done that make me a bit proud of myself.
Not that I mean to be egotistical or overly prideful, but I think it's
important that people recognize the good things they do as well as the
bad. I remember my first straight-A report, earning a gold star on an
art project that I had worked so hard on, the first time I was able to
get up on a slalom ski, graduating from college, and my first day as a
real teacher.
On a more personal and intimate side of things, what girl can ever forget
giving her first blowjob or losing her virginity? OK, maybe those aren't
always something to be "proud" of per se, as I really didn't know what I
was doing, but I think I handled the situations very well.
One thing I take great pride in is that over the years, I have NEVER
turned down my father when he has needed me to fulfill a fantasy of his
or to satisfy the lust that has built up in him and needs to be released.
It makes me feel good to know that he can always count on me, regardless
of the time or place, to submit to him and thereby demonstrate my love
and respect for him.
Setting aside the domination freaks and such, being able to submit to
someone unconditionally, without hesitation, requires an intimate
relationship built on love and complete trust. The reason I can submit
myself to my father, as I feel a daughter should be able to, is because I
know with total certainty that he would never ask me to do anything that
offended me or would hurt me either physically or emotionally.
Take note that I did not say a daughter SHOULD submit to her father, I
said she should BE ABLE to do so. What's most important is the love and
respect between a father and daughter. If they wish to capitalize on
that and engage in a more intimate relationship between them as a means
of showing their love, then all the better but by no means is that some
sort of "requirement".
Over the past month or so, my life has been a bit of a roller coaster
ride. I started my first permanent teaching job, which thrilled me but
at the same time was a little scary given the amount of responsibility
that I'd never had before. At the same time, things have been getting
more and more serious with Duane, my boyfriend, to the point I'm
wondering whether he will "pop the question" sometime soon.
My emotions have been so riled up that I allowed a completely innocent
situation between my boyfriend and my aunt and cousin to get completely
out of hand when I tried to turn it into something it wasn't. I've put
that one, and others like it, behind me but in the process I know I've
driven those around me nuts with my emotional ups and downs.
Fortunately, I'm blessed with many friends, including a number I've met
on-line. My mother and Beth, my best friend since childhood, have been
especially supportive of me. In all the turmoil I didn't realize it, but
my father was also trying to help out as best he could in his own way.
Over the past few years, one of his favorite things to do is to sneak
into my bedroom in the morning and have sex with me, even if I'm still
sound asleep. It's usually pretty quick but I feel good knowing he's
going to work with that little extra skip in his step!
Well, without me even realizing it due to my acute self-centeredness,
over the past few weeks his daily visits have diminished to maybe once or
twice a week. I guess I just automatically assumed he was busy or needed
some extra sleep and didn't have time before he had to leave for work.
It wasn't until my mother pulled me aside and gently, but firmly, brought
it all to my attention, that I came to my senses.
"Kelly, did your dad fuck you this morning?" she started out, holding my
hand as we sat on the edge of my bed together. It was like I was a young
girl again and my mom was asking me how I was doing with a boyfriend or
something.
I had to think for a moment, as the question sort of caught me off guard.
"Noooooo," I answered softly, wondering where she was going with this
line of questioning.
"And when was the last time he DID fuck you in the morning?"
Wow, I suddenly realized I had to think about it. Normally the answer
was at the tip of my tongue, typically something like, "This morning,"
but not today. In fact, when WAS the last time I'd woken up with his
dick in my mouth or pussy, or even just to find the cum he had left
behind? Suddenly it dawned on me what she was trying to tell me. Never
the best at hiding my emotions (I have NO future as a professional poker
player), my mom just shook her head at me.
"Exactly... you see what I'm talking about?" she asked gently. It wasn't
an accusation, just an observation on her part. However, it DID get the
point across. However, as usual I was still missing the bigger picture
and went off in the wrong direction.
"So mom... is dad OK?" I asked, suddenly worried that maybe there was
something wrong with my dad that I didn't know about.
"Good grief Kelly, for a girl who's so smart, you sure can be clueless at
times," my mom teased me, "It's not HIM that's been having problems."
OK, so I may be clueless but even I can see the picture when it's painted
right in front of me. The proverbial light bulb suddenly went on high
beam over my head.
"So he's been staying away from me because of MY problems?" I said, more
rhetorically than actually asking her a question.
"Well, your father may be a man, as you are well aware, but he can be
surprisingly sensitive at times," my mom replied with a warm smile, "As
much as he loves fucking you, he also knows you're head hasn't been in
the game... sorry, couldn't resist that one."
We both giggled over her poor attempt at a pun but I got the message all
the same. I hung my head down and suddenly felt like crying. How
selfish had I been that my own father felt he had to give up something I
knew he loved just to support me? Although I didn't say "no" to him, and
thus technically hadn't ruined my "record", it could be argued that I
had, in spirit at least.
"I feel so horrible now," I said softly, my head in my hands as my mom
put her arm around me and hugged me tightly up against her.
"No, that's just a sign of how much he loves you and cares for you. Face
it, most men would have let their lust and greed take precedence and
fucked you anyway; but your father just isn't that kind of guy... guess
that's why I love him so much!"
"Has he said anything to you?"
"No... although he HAS been a little more demanding at night than usual.
And then there was last night. The horny bastard woke me up in the
middle of the night... can you believe it? He hasn't done that in
years... a LOT of years for that matter. Guess that's what made me
realize we needed to talk about it."
"What should I do mom?"
"Oh I think you know," she said with a knowing smile and a naughty wink.
My mom, a graduate of the Yoda school of psychology. She was right
though, I immediately knew what I had to do.
Chapter 2 - Advice From Mom
===========================
The next morning I was awake in bed, having hardly slept a wink thinking
about everything that had been happening to me lately and how I could
make it up to my dad. I heard him get up, use the bathroom, then dress
and kiss my mom goodbye... all without even peeking into my room! Now
THAT just wasn't right. Most likely he knew that if he HAD looked in and
seen me laying naked in bed, he might not have the resolve to leave
without pulling his dick out first.
As soon as he had pulled out of the driveway, I made it into their
bedroom and crawled under the covers with my mom (my dad keeps the air
conditioning in their bedroom just slightly above the "frozen tundra"
setting, forcing my mom to sleep under a comforter all summer, even
during the blazing hot nights.
I snuggled up next to her, feeling her warm naked body against mine. I
pressed up close, pushing my breasts against her and draping my leg over
her so my bare crotch was pressed up against her hip. Don't get me
wrong, I wasn't looking for sex, it was just my favorite position to be
with her, going back as long as I can remember.
"He didn't even look at me mom," I told her sadly.
"Well, if he had, do you think he would have left so quickly?" my mom
replied. Yep, we were on the same page there, both of us knowing full
well my dad's lack of willpower when it came to fucking me.
"I decided that I'm going to go to his office today after school," I told
her, "It's Friday and I bet it will be pretty quiet by the time I can get
there after school."
"Well, I'm sure he'll appreciate it. Just watch out for that new
receptionist. She watches everything like a hawk."
Again I was reminded of how much I had been unintentionally ignoring my
dad. It had been so long since I'd been to his office, I didn't even
know he HAD a new receptionist. Well, she couldn't be any worse than the
old bitch that use to guard the fort. She'd always given me the evil eye
whenever I came to visit and I could tell from the way she looked at me
and then at my outfit that she disapproved mightily of my taste in
clothes. I knew she suspected that I was fooling around with guys in the
office, but I doubt the idea that I might be fucking my dad there never
crossed her mind.
"So watcha gonna wear?" she asked.
"I was thinking of that cute schoolgirl skirt and blouse outfit you
bought me last time we were out."
"Ahhhhhh," she sighed, rolling her eyes just a bit, "I remember when I
use to be able to get away with wearing an outfit like that!"
"Oh mom, you look great!" I chastised her. Actually, at 42 I thought she
DID look great for her age. OK, maybe not her high school tone and a few
extra pounds here and there, but I could only hope I had her genes when I
got to be her age.
"Thanks, but let's face it, the boys don't follow me around the mall
anywhere near the way they do you."
For a moment, it was like she was in a bit of a funk but then she turned
on her side and hugged me. Our breast were pressed tightly together and
I could feel the heat of her pussy as she intertwined her legs with mine
and pushed in tightly against me. For the longest time we just laid
there together, loving each other and enjoying the loud silence.
Finally, I heard the alarm go off in my room and I kissed her before
jumping out of bed to get myself ready. It wouldn't do for the teacher
to be late to class!
"I suppose I won't have to worry about supper tonight?" she called after
me. I poked my head back in her bedroom and grinned.
"I think I'll be getting plenty to eat mom," I teased her.
Suddenly I felt a little giddy and even a bit naughty. It had been ages
since I was last at my dad's office and another millennia it seemed since
I'd had sex with my dad there. This was going to be fun, I just knew it
in my heart!
All that day in school I had the hardest time concentrating on my class
work. It wasn't very professional of me and I can't say I'm proud of it,
but my pussy was wet all day! It was killing me to feel so horny and not
do anything about it but given the size of our school, there were few, if
any, good locations to masturbate where someone might not notice. I
looked out at my students and I knew there were more than a few boys with
a crush on me. What would they say if they knew their teacher was
thinking about fucking her dad? by the time the last bell rang, I was
SUPER horny and more than ready to get laid!
After school, I had to make a quick stop home to change. It wouldn't
have been good to change at school where people might see me in such an
outfit. I was supposed to be Miss Conservative at school, and wearing a
skirt that barely covered my ass together with a blouse that was easily a
size too small, if not two. Although it may sound odd for me, I actually
picked out a bra to wear, a black one that was clearly visible through
the thin white blouse, making the outfit more sluttier than it would have
been with just my hard nipples showing through. I also decided to wear a
thin black thong rather than go bottomless. As short as my skirt was, it
didn't take hardly anything to encourage it lift up enough to put my ass
and crotch on display.
A little extra makeup (I only wore the minimum amount at school), white
thigh- high stockings and a pair of black spike heels finished the
outfit. I looked in the mirror and realized I still had my hair pulled
back from school. Teachers weren't supposed to have their hair loose
unless it was really cut short. I pulled out the wrap and shook my head
to let my hair bounce free again. Yep, she was back - Kelly the slut!
Chapter 3 - Surprising My Dad
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As I started to head back to my car, it started raining, which turned out
to be for the good. What was I thinking heading out in public dressed
this way? I was going to have to ride the T to downtown Pittsburgh and
then walk over a block to my dad's office building, and then up the
elevator to his floor. If I didn't get arrested for public indecency, I
would probably be propositioned a dozen time on my way!
Inside I went to the closet and pulled out my mom's raincoat. I called
her "spy coat", as it was a black trench coat style that came down to
just below my knees. I wrapped the belt around me and fastened it in
front and was off once again, this time "decent" enough for public
transportation.
At this time of day, most people were leaving the downtown area instead
of heading towards it, so my small train was all but empty. The few
people pretty much ignored me and I did nothing to bring myself to their
attention. I had to switch to another train after going through the
tunnel and before long I was climbing the steps up to the streets of
downtown Pittsburgh. The rain was coming down harder and so I grabbed a
newspaper that was laying on a bench and used it as a umbrella of sorts
to keep my hair from getting soaked and my makeup from being washed away.
Fortunately, it wasn't far to the building and I was able to run under a
number of awnings to stay as dry as possible.
Once I got to my dad's office building, I felt like a salmon trying to go
upstream to spawn as everyone was heading OUT of the building while I was
trying to push my way IN. At the elevators, again everyone was heading
down while I wanted to go up so I had the elevator all to myself as I
rode up to my dad's floor.
The doors opened and straight ahead was the new guard dog bitch my mom
had warned me about. We'd never met so she had no idea who I was as I
approached. I explained to her who I was. She looked at me like she
didn't believe me and actually made her show me my driver's license to
prove who I was. Sheesh, wait until I told my dad about her!
Once I was past the bitch, I knew my way around the office. A number of
associates were there - they NEVER went home at 5:00, not if they wanted
a future at the firm. I recognized a couple of older ones but even they
had to look twice at me before the recognized me.
"Hey Kelly, how are you doing?" one of them greeted me, "Damn, you're
looking great. What did you do to your hair?"
Again I was reminded of how long it had been since I was at the office.
I am naturally a brunette but have been toying on and off the past couple
of years with being a blonde until now that us pretty much what I stick
with. I was tempted to flash them and let them see what was hiding under
the rain coat but that wouldn't have been too smart, not if I had any
plans to play around with my dad - which I most certainly did.
As it was, I just smiled and them and let my hair twirl a bit, enough to
tease them but not enough to serve as a come-on to them. I waved goodbye
and blew them a kiss as I made my way to the executive suites where my
dad, as one of the senior partners, had his office.
When I got to his office, the door was open and nobody was there. Dang
it, I KNEW I should have called ahead to make sure he was free but I
didn't want to spoil the surprise. He WAS there, the watch dog out front
had confirmed it, but who knew when he would be free. I bet the nasty
little bitch knew he wasn't available and she just hadn't bothered to
tell me. Hmmm, I was going to have to figure out something to repay her
kindness.
Under the circumstances, my initial thoughts were to close the door,
strip down to nothing but my stockings and heels, and lay back on the
couch with my legs spread open as an invitation to him when he returned.
There was just one tiny problem - who knew who would be the next to come
through the door? It would have been hard to explain to just about
anyone why my dad's daughter was laying all but naked on his couch! So
sometimes discretion is the better part of valor and so I just sat down
on one of the dark leather chairs, leaving my coat on, and waited for him
to return... and waited... and waited.
An hour went by and still no dad. Thank god for cell phones and e-mail
or I don't know how I would have kept myself from going crazy waiting for
him. It didn't help that I was still horny as hell, especially now that
I was there. More than a few times my hand reached for my crotch and it
was only with the strongest of willpower that I didn't succumb. To be
honest, if it had been much longer I might have had to head for the
girl's restroom and take care of it!
Just then I heard voices down the hall, one of them being my dad. I had
left the door barely open and my heart leaped as my dad pushed it open
just far enough to see me and then stop.
"Say Bill, why don't we finish this later. I just remembered a couple of
things I need to take care of right away," he said to somebody in the
hallway that I couldn't see - and thus he probably couldn't see me
either.
I couldn't make out the response but it must have been agreement because
my dad slipped in without opening the door further and quickly closed it
quietly, but firmly behind him. I barely heard the "click" as he turned
the lock. He HAD to have been surprised to see me but nobody ever
accused my dad of not being quick on his feet and he had instantly
recognized the situation and reacted appropriately. After locking the
door and making sure the shades were drawn completely, he turned to me
with his hands on his hips and smiled.
"So to what do I owe the honor of your majesty's presence today?" "Oh
dad, it hasn't been THAT long since I was here... has it?"
"Well, let's see... yes it has," he teased me. I got up from the chair
and went up to him where he hugged me first and then leaned down to kiss
me, just a peck the first time but then with passion and lust. After a
few minutes, we separated slightly and he looked me over, a quizzical
expression on his face.
"What's with the raincoat?" he asked, "Not exactly your style I might
add. Steal your mom's?"
I giggled and nodded.
"Since it's not exactly raining in my office, any reason you kept it on?"
Again, I just giggled and smiled. My dad smiled as well as he reached to
untie the belt and unbutton the rain coat.
"Let's see... do you even have anything on at all under here?"
For a moment, I was worried that he would be disappointed when he saw I
wasn't stark naked under the coat. I guess I could have gone that route
but the conservative side of me was worried about the trip downtown. If
anything had happened, even my slutty outfit was better than being naked!
Of course, such worries were needless with my father.
"Mmmmmmm, nice outfit," he complimented me, "Is this the one your mother
was telling me about?"
I nodded as it undoubtedly had been. He huffed a little at that and
said, "You CAN talk you know."
"Yeah, mom helped me pick it out," I blurted out suddenly, as if I had to
get it all out in one quick breath.
"Well, I have to say, you look fabulous!" he joked, trying to imitate
Billy Crystal, but doing it poorly.
All joking aside, a quick glance at his crotch was all I needed to
confirm that his intentions were true. Always quick to notice things
about people, my dad caught me glancing down at his crotch.
"Well, are you just going to look at it or do something about it?" he
suddenly asked in a more firm voice.
This was a little unusual for him as typically he likes to play along for
a while before actually doing anything. He must have been really horny
himself to come right out and ask for it without me even teasing him a
bit first. Not that I was complaining!
I set aside the raincoat and kneeled on the carpeted floor in front of
him, looking up into his eyes and I smiled as he undid his belt and pants
for me. I just waited patiently as he unzipped himself and reached
inside his underwear to pull out his dick for me. He was already about
half erect as he stroked it slowly in front of me.
"Been a while since you've done this in my office," he said softly, his
voice sounding huskier now as his lust built up along with his erection,
"Suck my dick Kelly... put me in your mouth."
I reached for his dick but he pushed my hand away, holding his dick out
for me to take in my mouth. The tip of his cock brushed against my cheek
as he stroked his cock along the side of my face and over my lips. I let
my tongue stick out and he rubbed his cock head along it before pushing
it against my lips. Easing my mouth open just a bit, he pushed his dick
in my mouth and I could feel it sliding across my lips, filling my mouth.
His crotch smelled of sweat after a long day of work, not too strong but
distinctly noticeable.
As he filled my mouth, he released his hold on his dick and pushed
himself forward, driving his dick deeper into my mouth. Being he still
wasn't full erect, I easily took him all in without having to take any
down my throat. My tongue ran over him as I sucked harder on his cock,
as if I was trying to make him grow just with the force of my mouth on
him.
"God this feels so good," he groaned softly, standing there with his
hands on my head, his fingers running through my hair as he started to
fuck my face.
My dad held my head still as his hips started to slowly swing back and
forth, driving his dick into my mouth and the pulling it back out again.
"That's it Kelly, suck it... suck it hard... god I love it when you suck
my dick like that!"
With each stroke he seemed to get a little longer, a little thicker. He
maintained a slow but steady rhythm, pulling his dick out until the head
was barely between my lips and pushing himself back in my mouth again.
As he got longer, I could feel the head of his cock drive deeper into my
mouth and finally down into my throat. It was difficult at first as he
was just barely making it into my throat, causing my gag reflex to kick
in but I fought it back. Finally he was to where he actually pushed his
dick down into my throat past where I felt I had to gag. He would hold
it there for a few moments, and pull it back out again to let me breath.
As I sucked my father's dick, I loved the way he felt in my mouth, the
way he tasted, the way he smelled. Looking up, our eyes met and I could
see it in his eyes, the way he felt about me, the way he wanted me, the
way he NEEDED me. There was something special when he looked at me this
way that brought goose bumps to my skin and made my pussy tingle. The
kind of look only a father can give his daughter.
I knew I was pleasing him, satisfying him in a way no other woman on
earth could - not even my mom. Sure, there are lots of girl who could
suck his dick, some of them who could probably even do him better
(although I doubt many could). There was only ONE girl, however, who
could create the emotions and feelings that were flooding through him
now, only one girl who was his own daughter - ME! It made me feel
special knowing that I was the only girl in the world he could look down
at like he was now and say to himself, "That's my daughter sucking my
dick!"
My pussy was throbbing now and I reached down and under my skirt, rubbing
myself through the thong at first and then pulling it to the side to get
direct contact on my clit. Talk about feeling good! I reached further
down, pressing my fingertip into my pussy and rubbing it, drawing out the
moisture and using it to wet my pussy lips and clit, making it easier to
slide my fingertip over and around my hard, sensitive clit. Shivers ran
up and down my back as I rubbed myself while my dad kept stroking himself
in and out of me. Finally, I needed more than just a finger in me, I
needed my dad's dick!
Grabbing his cock with my free hand by the base of the shaft, I pulled
him from my mouth and looked up at him with a smile and twinkle in my
eyes. "Fuck me daddy. I want you to fuck me... now."
Grabbing me by the shoulders, my dad helped me to my feet and directed my
backwards onto his couch. When the backs of my legs felt the leather
behind them, I dropped back onto the couch, keeping my ass towards the
front edge and leaning back to give him a nice view of my crotch.
Grabbing my thing by the sides, I quickly slipped it down and off my
feet, leaving my skirt on but pulled up to my stomach so my bare bottom
was exposed for him. Reaching down with both hands, I used the fingers
on one hand to spread my puss apart and then pushed my middle finger of
my other hand into my soaking wet pussy.
"I'm so wet daddy... I need your dick in me," I whispered to him, just
loud enough for him to hear but not such that anyone outside his office
would know what was going on inside. "Fuck me daddy... fuck me... fuck
me"
If there was one thing I knew that turned my dad on the most to hear, it
was those three words - "fuck me daddy". All I had to do was go to him
and whisper those words in his ear and it was like a switch turned on
inside of him, making him instantly horny. Over the years, I've learned
just about every man loves to hear a girl ask him to fuck her, but with
my dad it was special because of the extra word I added for him - "fuck
me DADDY". Sure, some guys liked to role- play a father-daughter
situation but in the end, that was all it was - a role- play. With my
dad, there was no pretending, no fantasy, it was the real deal!
My dad looked down at me as he dropped his pants and underwear to his
ankles. With his shoes on they wouldn't come all the way off but in his
office, my dad never liked to get TOO undressed as you never knew what
surprise might be in store. His white shirt tails hung around his hard
which poked through them like it was poking out to see what was waiting
for it. I could tell from the way he was breathing and staring at my
pussy that he wanted me.
Oh yeah, he wanted to fuck me - badly. It was like he was hypnotized or
something, as if he was in another world as he just stared at my open
pussy, licking his lips with anticipation. He didn't say a word, those
eyes told me everything I needed to know. It was moments like this that
thrilled me, like when you're at the top of a roller coaster and you know
that no matter what, you were going down that hill and through the loops
and there was literally nothing in the world that could stop you now. So
it was now with my dad. When he was in this frame of mind, consumed by
his lust and sexual desire, it was like that roller coaster. Nothing was
going to stop him now from fucking me. I think the door could open and
the entire staff walk in and it wouldn't have mattered. His dick was
going to be buried inside of my pussy in just a few seconds, and there
was nothing I could do about but then, that's what I wanted as well.
"Fuck me... fuck me daddy," I kept repeating over and over as he lowered
himself to get his dick up against my pussy.
On the one hand, I wanted to lay my head back and close my eyes,
concentrating completely on my pussy and his dick as it began to press
against me. However, I also wanted to watch him enter me, to see his
stiff cock as it penetrated me and disappeared inch by inch inside of me.
My dad reached down and put his arms under my legs, letting the bottom of
my knees rest in the elbows of his arms as he lifted me upward, my ass
lifting up into the air just a little in the process. With his arms busy
holding my legs up, I took his dick in my hand and guided it to the
entrance of my pussy. At first I used it to move up and down my pussy
slit, tickling my clit with it and then rubbing it up and down again.
Finally I held it in place right against the opening to my pussy and
waited for him to push it on.
"Oh yeah, here it comes baby," he groaned as he pressed his dick head
against my open hole.
I could feel the pressure building in my crotch as he pushed it against
me harder, forcing my pussy to expand to accept him. I stared down,
mesmerized at the sight of his cock head as suddenly it literally popped
into me and disappeared from site.
"Oh daddy, that feels so good," I moaned, not taking my eyes off of him
for even a second as he pushed himself deeper into me, "Push it in me all
the way, I want it all in me... fuck me more daddy. Love me daddy... show
me how much you love me."
It was such an incredible sensation to feel him as he filled me inside
and at the same time watching him as he quickly pushed himself all the
way into me. It was almost surreal to see the base of his dick as it met
my bare crotch, pressing his thick pubic hair tightly against me. I
couldn't SEE his dick anymore but I could certainly FEEL it. God, it was
like he was so deep inside of me, penetrating me, even perhaps violating
me in a sense.
For what seemed like forever, he just stayed that way, his dick enveloped
by my warm, inviting pussy. In a way I guess you could say his cock was
where it belonged - inside a woman, surrounded by her, caressed by her.
It felt wonderful to lay there with my father's dick inside of me, not
moving or even saying a word, just feeling him throbbing inside of me,
feeling as close to my father as a daughter can feel. It was extremely
intimate and loving.
Without saying anything, my dad started to slowly stroke himself in and
out of me, barely even moving at first as he pulled himself out until
just the head of hid dick remained in me, holding there for a moment, and
then driving himself back into me again until he once again bottomed out
inside of me. He circled his hips, rubbing his coarse pubic hair against
my bald crotch like a thick brush to stimulate me, and then pulled back
out again, a little quicker each time, a little harder when he pushed
against me with each inward stroke. Finally he reached a quick pace,
pumping himself in and out of me hard and fast, pushing me back into the
couch when he would drive it all the way in me.
As my dad fucked me, I used my right hand to touch my clit, rubbing it in
little circles as I felt my dad's dick sliding in and out of me. My left
hand was on my breast, squeezing my boob through my blouse and bra. I
wanted to tear off my clothes but that would have required me to take my
hand off my clit - something I wouldn't have dreamed of doing at this
point, not with the orgasm that was building inside of me like a tsunami
about to make landfall.
"Ohhhhhh Daddyyyyyyyy!" I moaned, closing my eyes tightly as my pussy
exploded around his dick, clamping down on him and grabbing onto his
shaft like a vise.
Even with my eyes shut it was like fireworks were going off in front of
me as my entire world shrunk down to just me and my father, more
specifically, his dick and my pussy. The intense feelings of pleasure
quickly spread through me, making my nipples tingle and even my toes felt
a little numb. Suddenly I gasped loudly, not realizing until then that
I'd been holding my breath since my orgasm had first hit me.
"I'm cumming daddy... I'm cumming so hard," I managed to whisper finally,
feeling my pussy still holding onto his dick with every muscle I had.
My ass felt wet and I knew it must have been me cumming and my cum was
emerging around his dick and draining down my ass crack onto the couch.
"Oh daddy I love you so much!"
My dad pushed my legs back further, holding them back with his arms so he
could reach forward with his hands and put one on each of my boobs.
Suddenly he grabbed my blouse and literally ripped it open, tearing it
and popping off the buttons that had been fastened in one quick motion.
My bra was too strong for him to tear it in half and unfortunately it
fastened in the back so he just put his fingers between the underwire and
my chest and then lifted the cups up and over my boobs, exposing them to
the cool air in his office. My nipples were already hard and pointed as
he gripped each of my boobs with his hands.
If anything, my orgasm grew stronger as he leaned forward, pushing his
dick tight into me as he fondled my bare boobs. Finally I felt myself
coming down just enough to open my eyes and smile at him, He was sweating
now but the grin on his face told me he was loving this every bit as much
as I was.
"Damn girl, I thought you were going to flatten my cock," he teased me as
I gasped for air and my pussy released its iron grip on his dick.
"I want you to cum in me daddy," I said to him in the most lustful tone I
could muster, "I want you to mate me."
Of course my dad was NEVER going to actually "mate" me in the full sense
of the word. As his daughter, there was no way I could even imagine
bearing his child. At the same time, it was that ACT of mating that
turned me on, knowing that without the artificial interference of a pill
he would impregnate me. Neither of us wanted it to actually happen, but
it was incredibly erotic and sensual to engage in the process.
My dad suddenly pulled out of me, leaving my pussy with an odd sensation
of emptiness, like something was missing. He motioned for me to turn
over and I flipped around, kneeling on the couch and squatting down low
as I held onto the back of the couch for balance. My legs were spread
apart enough that my pussy was easy for him to get to. I could feel his
fingers reaching between my legs to open my pussy for his cock as he
thrust it inside of quickly.
Once he was in me, he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me in and out
against him in sync with his thrusts such that we came together hard
enough to make a smacking sound as my damp ass slapped into his crotch.
I had my hands on the back of the couch, hanging on for dear life as he
savagely fucked me.
"Almost there, baby... almost there," he moaned as he literally was
getting to the short strokes. "You want me to cum in you.. don't you?"
"Oh yes daddy, cum in me, cum in me deep," I begged him again, repeating
myself over and over as I pleaded for him to fill me with his sperm.
"Oh yeah, daddy's gonna give it to you," he said between gasping breaths,
practically knocking me off my knees as he banged into my ass, "God I
love fucking you so much."
He thrust himself into me hard and then held himself still inside of me.
I concentrated on his dick as I waited for what I knew was now
inevitable. The roller coaster was starting down the hill and nothing
was going to stop him now.
"Oh daddy! Fuck me!" I cried out as I felt his dick convulse inside of
me, together with the feeling of a bloom of heat deep inside of me as his
warm sperm was being released into me.
Again and again he jerked, followed by another feeling of warmth inside
of me and I could only imagine what it must be like in my pussy now, as
his warm sperm flooded my pussy.
Finally he was spent, his entire load now in me. I wanted him to stay in
me as long as possible le. To stay coupled with me, joined together as
one. In this position, though, that would have been difficult, at best.
My dad wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tight against him as he
then lifted me up and then down on the floor next to him in a spoon
position. His dick was still stiff enough to remain in me and we just
laid there in silence, his strong arms surrounding me as his dick slowly
shrank and withdrew from me. Finally just his head remained in me and I
was afraid to move an inch which might cause his dick to fall out of me.
How long we stayed that way, I can't really say. Odds were it wasn't
really as long as it seem to be, but it was a moment in time I never want
to forget. I remember thinking to myself how incredibly lucky I was.
How many girls don't even speak to their fathers, let alone feel close to
them. Of those that do, I am sure it is a very small number that get to
experience what I was feeling right then.
Sure my dad loved me, I knew that already. But it's one thing to SAY you
love someone and KNOW they love you and quite another thing to SHOW how
much you love them in such an intimate way. This didn't involve money,
gifts, or anything like that. No, this was a deeply personal and
intimate exchange of feelings for one another, using our own bodies to
express ourselves. I could have laid there all night with him in me,
holding me tightly against him, his hand over my boobs and his mouth
kissing my on my neck and back.
Finally it had to come to an end and my dad rolled over onto his back, a
low groan escaping from him as he stretched his arms high above his head.
I turned over to face him, my hand automatically going to his dick,
gripping the now soft shaft, still wet with a mixture of his cum and my
pussy wetness. I started to lean over to kiss it and maybe suck it to
try and bring it back to life but he gently pushed my head away.
"No way baby," he sighed, "It's had all it can take for now."
I frowned playfully but didn't release him. Instead, I rolled over
against him, draping my leg over his and pressing my crotch up against
his leg, rubbing myself up against him like a dog in heat. My boobs were
pressed against this side as I put my arm over his hairy chest. My head
rested against his arm as I snuggled up against him.
"I love you so much daddy," I whispered softly to him, "I'm sorry I've
been so bad to you lately."
"Hey, don't even say that," he corrected me, "I know it's been hard for
you lately. I just want you to know I will do anything to please you and
to help you. I want nothing more than for you to be happy and whatever
it takes to do that, I will never hesitate to do it, understand?"
At the time I didn't realize exactly what he meant by that. Later I
would, and be quite shocked in the process, but for now I took it at face
value as an expression of his love and respect for me.
With that we got up and he pulled his underwear and shorts back up. How
he hadn't fallen and killed himself with them wrapped around his ankle,
I'll never know but at least now it made it a lot faster for him to get
dressed. As for me, I pulled my bra back down over my boobs but there
was nothing I could do with my ruined blouse. It just hung open,
exposing my bra. I decided to leave my thong off. With the raincoat it
really didn't matter. I could have been nude under it and nobody would
have likely known. Instead< I handed it to my dad, like a souvenir of my
visit. He grinned and stuffed it in his briefcase.
"Now THAT would be pretty hard to explain," he chuckled.
For a moment I was thinking of how sweet it would be to drop off my damp
thong at the receptionist's desk, to flaunt what I had done with my dad
after the way she had treated me earlier. It would have been a short-
lived "victory", however, and I was mature enough these days not to do
something so stupid just for the thrill of it.
"Hungry?" he asked me as I put on my raincoat once again.
I glanced down at his crotch and he just shook his head and laughed at
me. "Noooooo, not for THAT. I meant how about dinner?"
Again, I glanced pointedly at his dick and again, he rolled his eyes at
me. "Damn Kelly, is that all you think about?"
"So you're saying I shouldn't?" I teased him, wiggling my butt for him
teasingly.
"You know what I mean little girl," he pretended to scold me.
With that, he put on his raincoat and opened the door for me. The office
was still pretty busy, the ever-present interns and associates trying to
impress the partners. I could feel my face flush a little as they looked
at us as we left the office. Did they notice how flushed I was? Could
they smell the distinct odor of sex that must have been around us like a
cloud? If so, nobody made any point of acting like they did so before
you knew it, we were in the elevator, heading for the lobby.
"I think she suspected something," my dad said as we waited for the
elevator to come to a halt.
I looked at him with a quizzical expression, not certain what he was
talking about. "The new brunette intern, I don't remember her name. She
looked at us and I could see her nose wrinkle as we walked by her."
I hand; even noticed her, I guess I was too focused on the cute young
guys. Oh well, so what? If she wanted to keep her job - or one at Amy
other firm for that matter, she would keep her mouth and suspicions to
herself.
My dad took me to a great steakhouse and from there we headed home. I
couldn't wait to get home and tell my mom all about my office visit with
my dad. In the meantime, I had a feeling my early morning visitations
would be resuming - and I couldn't wait for morning!
THE END