My
name is Brooke and this is my tale of how my family dramatic recently
changed drastically. It's amazing how one simple comment can alter the
way one views things, and subsequently change our behavior as well.
I
am an only child, and must admit have always been a Daddy's girl. I've
enjoyed a wonderful relationship with my mom over the years, but for
some reason my dad and I just clicked on a higher level. Dad was my role
model because of his intelligence, strength, and integrity and I looked
up to him with complete admiration for as long as I can remember. We
also enjoyed joking and teasing one another, which we loved but my mom
thought was childish.
Dad was a senior executive with a major
insurance company based in the mid-western US. Given his background, he
always stressed prudent financial planning to me, so when I began making
decent money he encouraged me to xxx my first home rather than wasting
money on rent.
With the help of a realtor, Mom, Dad and I looked
at a number of houses before I found one I liked. It needed lots of work
and updating, but Dad said it had, "Good bones," so I made an offer and
before long it was mine. Thankfully, both Mom and Dad volunteered to
assist on my numerous projects, so at least I was not on my own. I
wanted to jump right in and make major changes, but didn't have a lot of
money to spend after the down payment. Dad said the easiest and
cheapest way to alter the house was a fresh xxx of paint all around, so
after moving in I worked with Mom to pick out colors for both inside and
out. Since it was summer, Dad suggested we begin with the outdoor
painting and could do the indoor later as the weather became more
inclement.
Shortly after I settled in, Mom and Dad came down the
next weekend and we all jumped into working on the house. Dad and I were
going to paint the outside while Mom cleaned and put things away
inside. The home was only 1,300 square feet, so Dad figured it wouldn't
take long to finish the outside, even though it needed a lot of prep
work.
Dad and I worked side by side in the hot sun, and although
it was dirty work, had as much fun as was possible given the situation.
We had a radio playing outside, and we both took turns changing the
station to something we liked. Dad kept sneaking it back to a classic
rock station, while I preferred more modern, danceable tunes.
Mom
stepped out to check on us at one point, just after Daddy had changed
the station again. I playfully slapped his butt with the back of my
scraper, which drew an immediate response from my mother. "Stop flirting
with your father and let him get some work done," Mom said, which
candidly stunned me.
Had it been anyone else in the world, what
we were doing would clearly have been seen as flirting, but this was my
dad for goodness sakes. Did Mom really believe I was flirting with Daddy
or was she just joking? I felt my face go red and moved away to work in
silence, but I couldn't get the word 'flirt' out of my head. Was I the
family flirt?
I let Daddy play his rock station the rest of the
day, and remained fairly quiet thereafter. When Mom and Dad left late in
the day, I showered and went to bed early. Unfortunately, I could not
get what my mom said out of my mind. I kept thinking about my
relationship with my dad. He was by far the most important man in my
life, and someone I admired like no other. I loved him to death, but I
was left pondering if it somehow could be more than that. Was I IN love
with him?
As a twenty nine year old woman, I had dated a number
of men, some of whom I really loved. Yet as I thought back, I found that
I consistently measured them up to one person, my dad. They were not as
handsome, not as intelligent, not as strong, etc. I always told myself I
should hold out for someone better, after all, it worked for my mom.
The realization slowly began to build until it finally sunk in; I really
was in love with my dad
I wondered if I'd be able to face my
mother again, pondering if somehow she'd seen right through me and knew
my illicit secret. And could I face Daddy again, afraid I'd let
something slip and he'd learn my feelings were far deeper than a
daughter should have for her father? Fortunately, I didn't have much
time to stew as they would be back in the morning to pick up where we
left off earlier.
My parents arrived early and we all set about
working without much fanfare. Dad and I continued scraping the outside
while Mom busied herself indoors. Fortunately, it was much cooler than
the day before which made the task marginally more pleasant.
We
broke for lunch and all enjoyed a cold beer on the porch as we ate. I
had been quiet most of the morning feeling a tad ill at ease, but Mom
and Dad appeared normal as ever, so I tried my best to dismiss the
feeling that they were somehow onto me. However, I still found it
difficult to look at my dad for too long without getting a strange
feeling deep in my belly.
By the end of lunch and much casual
conversation, I was far more relaxed. I was sure Mom simply used the
word 'flirt' as a substitute for joke, and wasn't trying to imply
anything else. My mom could be very direct, but she hadn't said anything
else, so I was certain I'd just overreacted.
In the afternoon we
finished the scraping and sanding, so Dad showed me how to caulk around
the windows and trim. He laid a bead down and turned to me to see that
I'd followed what he was doing. I was feeling somewhat naughty being so
close to him, and said quietly, "Nice caulk, Daddy." I shocked myself
with my boldness, blushed slightly before I glanced around to make sure
Mom was not hovering nearby.
Dad just shook his head slightly and
in a drawn out way, responded, "Princess," clearly admonishing me with
his tone. His lips slowly turned into a grin however, which made me feel
like I had gotten away with something.
I went inside and grabbed
another couple of beers for the two of us, and when I returned Dad was
busily caulking another window. I handed him a beer and stood back and
watched while he worked. Dad just seemed immensely capable to me, like
there was nothing he couldn't do. I marveled at how an executive who
spent most of his time in a suit was so willing to do manual labor for
his far poorer daughter. I don't think he'd even painted his own home in
ages, hiring contractors to do it for him, yet there he was.
My
parents left early that evening, promising to be back the next weekend
to start the painting. As I showered, I couldn't help thinking of my dad
and of my daring 'caulk' comment. Before I even knew what was
happening, I had the shower massager head between my legs pointed
directly at my clit while I fingered my over-heated pussy. As my orgasm
approached, I couldn't help but moan, "Oh, Daddy." I came hard and my
knees buckled, but I leaned against the tile walls and somehow remained
upright.
Over the next week, I couldn't get Dad out of my mind.
At work, I daydreamed about him, and in the evenings at home I found
myself deeply lost in my fantasy world of being with him in an intimate
way. I'm ashamed to say I rubbed myself off more than a few times to the
illicit thoughts.
On my way home from work one night I picked up
a few gallons each of primer and paint for my dad and I to use. I also
tried to come up with a ton of indoor projects to keep mom occupied
elsewhere. Knowing how manipulative I was being made me feel terrible,
so I tried not to think about it too much. The guilt was hard to ignore
though.
I was surprised when my dad showed up alone on Saturday
morning. He explained that mom had decided to visit her own mother, who
had been ill, so it would just be the two of us. I felt a tingle run
over my skin, knowing I'd have him all to myself for the day.
The
morning started off quiet as I avoided flirting with my dad overtly,
but he was his usual jovial self and slowly pulled me out of my shell.
It was even hotter than the previous weekend, and at about eleven
o'clock Dad pulled his shirt off and set about working topless. I
complained that it was unfair, and he simply smiled at me and stated, "I
don't mind if you do the same."
"Yah, right, Daddy," I responded, and then added, "Bet you'd love that."
Dad laughed and answered, "You bet. I haven't seen twenty-something boobies, since, well...I was twenty-something."
"Boobies, Daddy?" I said, shaking my head, "You're really showing your age."
"I know, I'm an old man," he replied, to which I added, "And a dirty one at that."
I
couldn't help but steal views of his body. For a guy who just turned
fifty, he was in amazing shape. He no longer possessed six pack abs, but
he was solid all over. At six foot two, he stood well above my five
foot eight inch frame. Even with my long, sleek legs, I was well shorter
than my super sexy dad. He still had a thick head of black hair, which
was peppered with a hint of grey and highlighted his dark eyes well.
We
worked for another hour or so when I suggested we take a break for
lunch. I grabbed the hose and held it as my dad washed the paint off his
hands. When he was done, I handed him the hose so I could do the same.
After I washed my hands, I was surprised when Dad turned the water upon
me and blasted me from head to toe. The water was cold and I shrieked as
he drenched me, but Dad simply laughed at my predicament.
Within
moments Dad dropped the hose and I noticed his eyes were nearly bugging
out of his head. I looked down and saw the water had made both my worn
white tee shirt and sheer white bra essentially transparent. The cold
water had also turned my nipples hard as rocks, and there was no
mistaking them through the two soaking layers of clothing. A thrill
instantly went through my entire body knowing that Dad was seeing my
breasts like never before. In spite of my excitement, I took a long deep
breath, and calmly said, "Jeez, Dad, I guess you really did want to see
my boobies."
"Oh God, honey, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it, I swear," he babbled in response.
"It's okay," I replied, and then added, "I better get changed before lunch."
"Sweetie, I'm really sorry. Really," he answered emphatically, and I could tell he meant it.
"It's
okay. You were just playing and accidents happen. Let's just eat and
forget about it," I told him, trying to remain as steady on the outside
as possible, while my insides were doing cartwheels.
The truth
is, I was proud of my breasts. I was a late bloomer, and was jealous of
the other girls at school when they budded before me. My twins finally
began showing a couple of years later, and they swelled into what I
thought was a perfect set, size 36 C.
I walked into my room and
looked in the mirror. There was no escaping the fact that my breasts
were completely on display. My dad clearly had a good view, which sent a
shiver down my spine. "Hope you liked 'em, Daddy," I thought to myself
as I peeled off the wet clothes. I reached up and cupped my breasts,
then rolled my hard nipples between my fingers. I felt really naughty
knowing my dad was down the hall and my door was wide open, but that
just made me even hotter.
I shook my head clear and knew I didn't
have time to pleasure myself the way I wanted to. At first I put on a
dry bra and an old red tee shirt, but then reconsidered after looking at
my somewhat plain appearance in the mirror. I was feeling super sexy
and wanted to further tease Daddy, so I took off both and went to my
dresser looking for something better to wear.
I chose to go
braless, and put on a simple white top with a scoop neck. I knew that if
I bent over daddy would get an unencumbered view of my breasts, the
thought of which thrilled me. I tweaked my nipples for a moment to
ensure they were really hard before I left to meet my dad in the kitchen
where I found him sitting at the table looking somewhat guilty.
As I started making our sandwiches, he said, "I'm really sorry, sweetie. I honestly didn't mean it."
"Relax, I know you didn't," I replied as I worked with my back towards him.
"It's just, well, I didn't want you to think, umm...," he sputtered, trying to articulate his feelings.
I
was suddenly emboldened that my confident father was suddenly off his
game. Before he could say another word, I quickly turned and pulled my
blouse above my breasts and said, "They're just boobs, Dad. Every woman
has them, so just relax, okay?"
He turned his head away rapidly, then sighed, "Jeez, sweetie."
I
loved the feeling of having the upper hand over my dad for a change, so
I said, "Are my breasts that ugly that you can't even look at them?" He
didn't say a word, so I added, "Look at me Daddy, are they that gross?"
Reluctantly, he turned towards me. I was still holding my shirt above my chest as he softly replied, "They're lovely."
With
that, I pulled my shirt down and replied, "See, that wasn't so hard,
was it?" I knew he was shocked, but blood pounded through my veins at my
boldness, driving me wild. Not only had my dad received a wonderful
view of my breasts when he soaked my chest, but an even better one when I
flashed him. I flashed my own father And he said they were lovely too.
God I was so hot
I finished making our sandwiches on weak legs,
and then we ate in relative silence. I found myself thrusting my chest
out, wondering if my dad's eyes would wander to my firm breasts and hard
nipples. My blouse displayed quite a bit of cleavage, and I honestly
wanted him to look. His face was flush, and I wondered if it was from
embarrassment or excitement.
I think Dad may have been nervous
around me, so he let me play my station on the radio that afternoon. I
turned a dance station on, so I had a good excuse to subtly shake my
body as we worked alongside one another. I found numerous opportunities
to bend over in dad's direction, showing off my unencumbered breasts and
long legs.
Around six o'clock we decided to call it a day. I
held the hose as Dad washed his hands, then he did the same for me.
Inside I was praying he'd spray me again, but I could see he was
uncomfortable and that was just not going to happen again. I kind of
wished I had washed first so I could have sprayed him, but I guess it
was an opportunity lost.
Suddenly, a naughty idea hit my head.
Dad had brought a change of clothes, so I told him he should take a
shower before heading home rather than get any paint on his car's
upholstery. I snuck into the bathroom before he went in and stole most
of the towels and even the bath mat. My home was older and the plumbing
was rather loud, so when dad began his shower I quietly crept in and
removed all the remaining towels and everything else with which my dad
could cover himself, including his discarded clothes.
I sat
across the hall in my guest bedroom waiting for Daddy to finish bathing.
The old plumbing banged as he shut off the water, so I knew he was
done. Only a moment later, I heard him call my name, "Brooke, I need a
towel in here."
I walked to the door on shaky legs, and announced, "I have one out here for you, Daddy. Open the door."
The
door opened just a couple of inches, and I saw a hand snake out. His
fingers began to snap, as though he was trying to grab something that
wasn't there.
I took a deep breath to steel my resolve, then said, "Open the door if you want the towel."
There was silence for a moment, and then I heard from behind the door, "Just hand it to me."
Once
again, I paused before stating, "Daddy, you got to see my boobs twice
today. I think it's only fair that I get to see your penis once."
"What Are you kidding me?" he shouted.
I remained as calm as possible, and then responded, "No, I'm not. Do you want a towel or not?"
I
felt the blood pounding through my veins, and wondered just what would
happen next. It seemed like ages, but only fifteen seconds or so later I
saw the door begin to swing open. Sweat rolled down my back as my dad
came into view. He was completely naked, but held both hands in front of
his groin like a little boy, a sheepish look upon his handsome face.
Ninety nine percent of me was uncertain, but the one percent won out and I said, "Let me see, Dad, fair is fair."
We
stared into each other's eyes for a moment, before he slowly moved his
hands away from his crotch. I cast my glance down and was shocked by
what I saw. My dad's cock, even while flaccid, was at least five thick
inches long. My largest boyfriend was just over seven inches when
completely hard, and I instantly wondered just how big Dad could get.
My
eyes soaked him in for a few seconds, before I tossed him the towel I
had draped over my shoulder. "Dry yourself off, big Daddy," I said,
shocking myself with the 'big' comment. I turned and walked to the
kitchen, but had to sit down as my head was spinning.
Before my
father left that evening, we shared an uncomfortable silence. No sooner
was he out the door when I was on my bed frantically rubbing myself off.
I could not get the image of his thick cock out of my head, but I was
also thrilled by my audacity at making him open the door before my
prying eyes. I came over and over again, imagining his hard cock buried
deep inside of me.
I'm not going to lie; in all of my previous
relationships I enjoyed the upper hand. I'm certain it's because I am
considered quite attractive with a wonderful body. Yet suddenly I felt
like I was losing control, in spite of my earlier bravado. For whatever
reason, I could not get my dad's image out of my head and wanted to
please him more than anything I'd ever done in my life.
I was
surprised when my phone rang the next morning from my mom's cell phone.
She said Grammy was feeling better, so she wanted to help out with the
house like before. I had dressed in a subtly sexy outfit for my dad's
benefit, so I quickly retreated to my room to change before Mom saw what
I was wearing.
After Dad's car pulled in, they both exited and
Mom came to me and gave me a big hug. She held me and whispered in my
ear, "Grammy sends her love." I felt bad that I had barely thought of
Gram given everything else that has going on, but held my mom tight as I
knew how much it meant to her.
Dad stayed back so I wondered if
he was so afraid of me that he felt the need to bring a chaperone. I was
suddenly horrified; did I go too far the day before? Showing him my
breasts was over the top, but demanding to see his cock was in another
stratosphere altogether. I prayed he didn't tell Mom about what had
happened.
We painted in silence for most of the morning while Mom
worked indoors, but slowly I moved my way closer to Dad. Never before
in my life had I been more nervous. I wasn't sure what to say, but
finally a few self-conscience words softly escaped my mouth, "Sorry if
you felt the need for a chaperone today."
I was waiting with
baited breathe for his response, but he didn't leave me hanging long. My
father leaned in and said quietly, "After what happened yesterday,
you're the one that needs a chaperone from me." He stared into my eyes,
and then gave me a wink before he began painting again.
Instantly
I felt like I had lost five hundred pounds. Not only was my dad not
upset with me, he basically admitted I needed someone to protect me from
him I found myself painting closer and closer to Dad all day. I know
Mom was inside, but I just couldn't keep myself away from her husband of
thirty years.
We had been flirting all day, and I felt the need
to push things just a bit. Just before lunch I sauntered up to Dad and
whispered, "You know, I was going to go braless today." I felt like an
insolent little girl and wondered if he'd scold me.
"Well, your
mom's been inside all day," he responded, and after looking around
added, "Feel free to take it off after lunch." Moments later, I felt a
sting on my bottom as he slapped my ass before moving away.
A
thrill went through my body as my dad spanked my butt, yet I tried to
keep calm. I kept telling myself, "Mom is just inside, keep cool,
Brooke." Yet I found it completely impossible. Just after lunch I found
an excuse to visit my room. I peeled off my bra, and then put my light
tee back on. I wanted my dad to see my breasts, and after what he had
said earlier, I knew he wanted to look too.
We painted for
another couple hours, and I liberally bent over to show Dad my breasts. I
wished I had worn a short skirt to display my legs right up to my
panties, but that would have been going too far with Mom nearby. Dad
received more than an eyeful, but I always gazed towards the wall as to
not let him know I was flaunting myself, giving him a free look.
Mom
came out at about 5:30 and told Dad they should be heading home. Pops
and I reluctantly acquiesced, and we washed our brushes without
squirting one another. I saw Dad's eyes wander to my breasts from time
to time, which excited me immensely.
Mom suggested I take the
first shower, which I did with relish. As the water poured down my body,
I rubbed myself all over. I felt naughty as I came with both my parents
so close down the hall. Once again, as I left the bathroom, I stole all
the towels and threw them in my closet.
I went to my room and
put on a silky pink pajama set, cute with just a hint of sexy. I joined
my mom and dad in the kitchen, but was sure they had no idea I was not
wearing panties or a bra.
Mom instructed Dad to take his shower,
but as he left I piped up, "Dad, I washed all the towels today. Give me a
shout and I'll bring you one when you're done."
He looked at me
like I had two heads, but he soon turned and walked towards the
bathroom. As I sat with my mom, I honestly couldn't keep still. I was
giddy at the thought that I might actually see my dad's cock right under
my mother's nose.
Minutes later, I heard the bang as dad shut
off the water. Mom said, "I think he's done, sweetheart." With that I
went to the basement to retrieve a fresh, warm towel from the dryer.
I walked to the bathroom and said, "Here's your towel, Daddy."
Like before, I saw a hand reach out of the barely open door.
I leaned in and said, "Show me."
"Christ, your mom is here," he responded under his breath from behind the door.
I softly reiterated, "Show me."
The
door slowly opened, and I saw my dad lean his head out to look towards
the kitchen. His hands were over his groin, and I couldn't help but look
down upon them. Once again, I uttered, "Show me."
Daddy moved
his hands away from his crotch, and I once again had an unencumbered
view of his impressive cock. I stared blatantly for a while, before he
stared into my eyes and said, "Show me."
I looked down the hall
to my left to ensure my mom couldn't see, then I stepped forward just
into the bathroom to hide myself from her eyes if she wandered down the
hall. With that, I lifted my pajama top above my breasts, displaying
them for my dad.
I was certain we were just in looking mode and
was surprised when my dad's hands touched my exposed breasts. I sucked
in my breath as I tried to keep composed; yet when his fingers began
manipulating my nipples I was close to losing it. I threw my head back,
basking in Daddy's touch, but fought to regain my composure, knowing Mom
was no more than thirty feet away. When I finally looked down, my eyes
were instantly drawn to Daddy's groin. His cock was no longer flaccid,
but rock hard and far larger than anything I'd ever experienced.
I
was mesmerized. I couldn't help it as my right hand wandered up to his
crotch as if on its own. My palm cupped it from underneath, and I slowly
began to stroke up and down its impressive length. It felt so amazing
in my hand, so hot and hard, I just had to rub it. I wanted him to give
him just a measure of the pleasure he was giving me.
Only seconds
later, my mom called from the kitchen, "Everything okay out there,
Brooke?" We rapidly moved apart as if the spell cast upon us had been
broken.
While I sat with my mom at the table, I could still feel
my dad's hard cock burning in my hand. When dad finally entered the
room, I could feel my cheeks flush, but I tried to remain as calm as
possible while my insides churned. My eyes wandered to my dad, and I
felt t a deep desire in the pit of my stomach. Very simply, I never
wanted anything more in my entire life. I looked towards my mom, and
felt immensely guilty, but not enough to stem my burning desire.
As
before, no sooner had my parents left the house when I was on my back
in bed with my PJ's cast aside. I fingered myself with abandon, thinking
about my father's hard cock driving in and out of me. As I rubbed, I
imagined Dad's hands upon my nipples once more, while my hand danced
over his impressive cock. My mouth was watering as I dreamed about
taking his prick into my waiting mouth. I came hard, but kept on
strumming my loins until I came again. I was nowhere near satiated, but
fell asleep nude after a long, hard day of work.
I awoke late in
the evening, and was still hot. In the darkness of my room, I began
stroking myself once more. "Fuck me, Daddy," I whispered, as my fingers
toyed with my over-heated sex. I came with a gush before I quietly fell
asleep once more.
Work was difficult the next week as I found my
mind wandering to thoughts of my father. I eagerly anticipated my
parents visit the coming weekend, well, my dad's anyway. Each night I
rubbed myself to sweet oblivion before I drifted off to sleep.
I
awoke early on Saturday morning, anticipating my parent's arrival. I
wore the same scooped neck blouse I had worn before, but matched it with
an old pair of cut off shorts I hadn't worn in years. They were sexy,
but I hoped Mom would think they were worthy of getting paint on and
therefore I was justified in wearing them.
When my parents
arrived, I saw Dad's eyes wander over my body, which instantly made me
hot. His gaze appeared to linger on both my breasts and legs, which is
what I was hoping for when I picked the outfit. Unfortunately, Mom had
finished most of the inside work and decided that today was the day she
was going to begin working on my gardens. I had been dreaming of
flirting with my dad, but with Mom so close I kept a safe distance. From
the look in his eyes, I could see Dad was disappointed as well, but
what could we do?
After lunch Mom told me we were going to the
local garden center to xxx some new plants. I asked if Dad was coming,
but she said he could paint while we shopped. She seemed to think I
needed a break, but apparently Dad didn't need one. Before we left, Dad
pulled off his shirt and asked, "Honey, could you please put some
sunscreen on my back?" I think he was actually talking to me, but Mom
went right to him and applied the lotion which candidly made me insanely
jealous.
While we browsed the aisles of the nursery, I found it
hard to concentrate on the lovely plants as my mind was clearly
elsewhere. I really wanted to be home with Dad, but tried to appear as
interested as possible with the task at hand. Mom picked out a number of
flowers, and insisted on paying for them before we headed home. I
should have been extremely grateful, but instead found myself amazingly
annoyed with my mother.
When we pulled into my driveway, Dad was
still shirtless and painting atop a ladder. Mom and I unloaded the car,
but my eyes kept wandering towards Dad's sexy body. Did my mom have any
idea how lucky she was, I wondered?
Mom made a big show of laying
out the plants, and I had to diligently follow her and support her
decisions. I kept saying things like, "That looks great," and tried to
keep my eyes cast downward rather than up towards the ladder with her so
close. I loved my mom and all, but I almost felt like she was keeping
me away from a treasure that I deserved, which annoyed me to no end.
We
worked together in the yard that afternoon, and I tried to be Mom's
perfect helper. I kept my bottom always pointed towards my father
however, wanting him to see my round derriere, ripe for the plucking. I
cast an occasional glance his way and once or twice saw him wipe his
brow. Deep inside I hoped it was more from my display rather than the
warm weather. Oddly, I felt like both a voyeur and an exhibitionist at
the same time.
I was glad when Mom suggested we all call it a
day. Dad was covered in white paint, and Mom and I were equally covered
in dirt. Mom wanted to jump right in the shower, but Dad said she always
hogged the hot water and should go last. I assumed his intentions were
honorable, but after he looked at me and winked I knew he was up to
something, the thought of which ratcheted my arousal up another notch.
I
showered first, and then put on a worn old tee shirt and a short denim
skirt. I went braless, but chose a pair of skimpy black panties to
complete my outfit. Mom didn't seem to notice my unencumbered breasts as
Dad went to take his place in the bathroom. We chatted for a while,
until I heard the bang that signified the water had been shut off. A
short time later, Mom excused herself to take her turn in the shower.
I
stood in the kitchen on weak legs, pacing nervously. I knew my dad
would soon be in the room, but would anything happen with Mom in the
house? I didn't have to wait long to find out. He appeared in the
kitchen a minute or so later, and moved towards me like a predator. "You
were teasing me today, weren't you, baby," he whispered in my ear.
"I don't know what you mean, Daddy" I responded, trying to play coy, but in reality knew exactly what he was talking about.
"You were showing off your bottom to me, weren't you?" he queried as he pressed in close.
"Yes," I uttered, unable to think of an excuse.
Before
I knew what was happening, Dad grabbed my wrists in his strong hands
and pulled them together above my head. He pressed them to the wall
behind me, and then slowly moved closer until his lips touched my own.
This was no fatherly peck. My knees buckled as my dad kissed me as a
lover for the first time, with his long, insistent tongue entering my
mouth.
Dad moved his hands together and captured both my wrists
in one palm, and then lowered his other one to my chin. "You like being
touched, don't you?" he asked as he softly swiped a finger along my jaw
line. With wide eyes I simply nodded my assent.
With that he
slowly traced a line down my neck towards my chest. After our previous
playtime, I expected him to fondle my breasts, but was surprised when
his finger traveled right through my cleavage and headed lower. He
gently rubbed it down my belly, then over my short skirt until it found
my bare leg. With that, his hand turned as he softly stroked my warm
thigh. After a mere respite, his hand slowly began climbing up my leg.
My
body was completely on fire. I had dreamed about a strong lover taking
me, but the fact that my own father was about to do so made me whimper
out loud. Only seconds later, I felt him cup my mound.
Dad kissed me again, and then whispered in my ear, "Spread your legs."
I
could only moan and comply with his command. I felt his fingers rubbing
up and down my panties which were growing wetter by the second. In all
of my life I never even imagined anything as hot as this, my dad pinning
me to the wall, taking possession of my nubile body. I was his, totally
and completely.
Once again, he whispered in my ear, "Think you can cum before your mother gets out of the shower?"
I was so aroused I knew I was only seconds away from an orgasm, so I whimpered, "Yes, Daddy."
"Good
girl," he said and began to kiss me once more. Dad was still kissing me
when his fingers moved my panties to the side. I was shocked to feel
his digits upon my naked sex, but I welcomed the advance nonetheless.
After a short time, he pulled back and gave me a wicked grin and teased,
"We named you well, Brooke. You're wet as a river."
Never before
had a comment both embarrassed me and thrilled me at the same time like
Daddy's did. The fact that he knew I was wet, no soaked, was oddly
exciting. It was like an out of body experience. I couldn't believe my
own father had me pressed to the wall with his insistent fingers probing
my super charged, super sodden pussy, but it was really happening.
Dad's tongue explored my mouth as his fingers strummed my sex, and I
came only seconds later.
My knees were weak, and I'm glad Dad
held me as I'm sure I would have fallen. He must have known that I came,
because he slowly removed his fingers from my pussy, and brought them
up to his mouth. He stared into my eyes as he pressed one to his lips.
He eased it into his mouth, and then I saw his tongue swirl around it.
"So sweet," he said after the digit left his mouth with a pop.
With
that, he pressed another to my lips and pushed it forward. As his
finger entered my mouth, I felt the need to suck it, as if I was being
tested. My tongue danced around my dad's finger, just the way I loved to
suck a cock. I'm sure the message was clear.
"So Sweetie, do you
like things in your mouth?" Daddy asked. I couldn't reply adequately
with his finger lodged as it was, so I simply nodded. "Well then, time
for the real thing," he added, and slowly forced me to my knees.
My
dad moved my hands behind my head, like a cop would do to a criminal,
and then released one hand of his own to fish his cock out. I know I
must sound like a slut, but there was no place on earth I would have
rather been at that point. I eagerly anticipated what was to come, and
in reality wanted my dad to experience something just like I had only
moments before.
I didn't have to wait long before his thick shaft
touched my lips. It was hard and warm, and I welcomed it into my mouth.
I began sucking it as hard as I could, knowing mom's shower would be
over soon and I so wanted to taste my dad's spunk.
Dad began
rocking in and out of my mouth, basically fucking my face. I always
hated it when my past boyfriends did the same, but for some reason loved
how my dad was possessing me. I knew the expression 'giving head', but I
wasn't giving head, my dad was taking head, and I loved it
I
heard a bang, and knew Mom must have finished her shower. I'm sure Dad
heard it too as he began thrusting his hips more insistently. Only
moments later, he pressed my face to his crotch, and I felt shot after
shot of hot cum blast down my throat. I was never a big swallower, but
at that moment welcomed his seed into my belly.
I watched as Dad
tucked his cock into his pants before he helped me to my feet. Mom
arrived only a minute or two later, and I hoped she couldn't smell sex
in the air above the pungent paint fumes coming in the windows. I took a
long drink of orange juice to disperse the semen taste lest Mom smell
it on me, as much as I desperately wanted to keep my dad's flavor in my
mouth.
The weather for the next day called for showers, so Mom
said a day of rest would be great for everyone. Deep down I knew it was
true, but outwardly I feigned ignorance as I had many inside projects to
do, most notably, for my dad. But I just couldn't fight against her as I
felt like I was stealing her man.
I was completely dumbfounded
when my mom told me they would not be here for another three weeks.
Seems she had volunteered my day for a charity function the next
weekend, then they were both going to Aunt Susan's the following
weekend, so I'd be on my own.
The thought of two weekends without
my dad was almost too much to bear. I guess it was for him too because
he called me the next day. "Hello, princess," he said, and I melted on
the spot.
Even though I was at work, I felt my blood pumping
through my veins. "Hi, Daddy," I responded, but resisted the urge to rub
my pussy with others nearby.
Without any fanfare, Dad explained
that he sent me a package that should be at my door the next evening. He
did not elaborate, nor could I ask him about it more extensively given
the close proximity of my colleagues. I was left to ponder the
possibilities to myself long after Dad said goodbye. I was certain it
had to be a sexy outfit, maybe lingerie or a sexy skirt, or possibly a
new toy.
Tuesday afternoon I looked for an excuse to leave work
early, desperate to find out what Dad had sent. I was thrilled to see
the small brown package on the porch when I pulled up. I basically
sprinted from my car to retrieve it, wondering just what was inside.
To
say I was shocked by what I found was an understatement. Encased in
bubble wrap was a web cam. After fishing it out, I found a note on the
bottom of the box. It read in part, "I couldn't bear the thought of not
seeing your beautiful face for two weeks, Brooke." He went on to say he
wanted to chat with me on Thursday evenings, when he was usually home
alone. On those evenings Mom, more often than not, went out to dinner
with her girlfriends, for what they called, 'wine tasting night.'
Dad
and I had exchanged a few messages, but we never chatted online. But
the fact that Dad wanted to see me sent a shiver down my spine. Was he
expecting me to get naked? Of course I had heard of people having cyber
sex, but always thought it was beneath me. Suddenly the idea of it was
beyond appealing to me.
I went into my guest room and installed
the cam immediately, then booted up my computer to test the software. I
hoped I might catch Dad online, but sadly he was not available, so I
closed the window and surfed the internet. I found a site that had loads
of Daddy/daughter stories, and I read them with relish, rubbing my
pussy with abandon all the while.
I knew Mom usually left around
six o'clock for her night out, so I found myself leaving work early
Thursday to allow as much playtime as possible. As I drove, my cell
phone rang and I was tempted to ignore it, but then saw my dad's name on
the display. I answered the call and was thrilled to hear his voice in
my ear, until he said, "We have a bit of a crisis here at work, honey.
I'll try to wrap things up as quickly as possible, but may not be home
for a couple hours."
A chill instantly washed over my body, but
tried to be mature. After a pause to collect myself, I replied, "Do what
you have to do, Dad."
"Okay, gotta run. Talk to you soon."
"Bye," I whispered softly, trying to mask my disappointment.
Since
I was given the gift of unwanted time, I tried to make the best of it.
As soon as I walked in the door, I poured myself a hot bubble bath.
Moments later I was naked and basking in the warm water as bubbles
caressed my skin. My body was in overdrive and I needed to cum, but I
refrained from touching myself sexually, wanting to save myself for
whatever my dad had in mind.
After soaking for close to twenty
minutes, I grabbed my razor to touch up all the areas that needed
attention before I rinsed off and wrapped a towel around my soft skin. I
stood in front of my closet for a long time, trying to decide what to
wear. I thought dad would love a sexy nightie, but figured that if he
wanted me to disrobe, more clothes than less might be more titillating.
I
pulled a sexy underwear set from my drawer, a pink lace bra with
matching panties. On top of that I added a short black skirt and silky
red button down top which showed ample cleavage. I applied just a touch
of makeup to highlight my eyes, but that was it. The result was I looked
somewhat sexy, not slutty, as I was certain dad would prefer things
that way.
Moments later I went into my guest room and booted up
the computer and logged into my instant message provider. Dad was not
available as I had expected, so I paced my home impatiently before
pouring myself a cool glass of chardonnay. I finally heard the telltale
sound of Dad's arrival on my computer, and I almost ran to take my seat
before the screen.
I was disappointed when my father's profile
did not display an icon for a webcam as I had assumed we'd be looking
eye to as we chatted. "Hello, Brooke," appeared on a popup note from
Dad.
My microphone was on, so I spoke aloud, "Can you hear me?"
"Loud and clear," I read on my screen moments later.
"Dad, where's your webcam?" I asked.
"No
can do. Too hard to explain to your mom what a 50 year old man would
need with a cam," he typed. I knew he was correct of course, but that
didn't stem my displeasure which I'm sure must have shown on my face.
"Are you upset with me?" he asked, and I lied with a casual shake of the
head.
Waiting to read my dad's words was frustrating, when I
spied my cell phone on the desk and had an idea. "I want to hear your
voice. Could you call me on my cell phone?"
Seconds later my cell
rang to life and I grabbed it with relish. I clicked the speaker phone
button so I could put it down and give him my complete attention. "You
look beautiful," were the first words I heard, and all my disappointment
instantly faded away.
"Thanks, Daddy," I answered and felt my cheeks go warm, before adding, "Wish I could see you too."
Dad ignored my comment and said, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you."
I could feel my face grow redder and replied, "Glad I'm not the only one."
I
knew we didn't have much time before Mom would be home, and he must
have been thinking the same thing as he asked, "I'd love to see more of
what you're wearing, sweetie. Could you stand up and model for me?"
"Of
course," I said, and stood with a grin. I slowly spun around to give
him a good look, before turning to face the camera again.
"God, you've got great legs, baby," I heard through the speaker.
"Really? I thought you were a booby man"
"I am, but your legs are perfect," he said softly.
I
grabbed the cam and panned it up and down my legs, wanting him to get a
better look. I then grasped the hem of my skirt and lifted it a bit
higher, wanting to tease him. "You like, Pops?" I asked.
"More like love, Brooke," he answered.
I
glanced down and saw my nipples were hard and poking through my thin
bra and sheer top. My body was simply on fire and I was ready to do
whatever my dad wanted, and I didn't have to wait long to find out his
desires.
""Can you do something for me, baby?"
"Of course," I replied breathlessly.
"Take off your shirt and skirt for me. I need to see your beautiful body."
I
felt goose bumps rise across my skin, as I reached for the buttons on
my blouse. I stared into the camera as I slowly unbuttoned my blouse and
slid it off my shoulders. Dad didn't say a word as I then turned and
lowered the zipper on my skirt. I eased it to the floor, giving dad a
great view of my backside, then turned forward once more. I was left in
my skimpy pink underclothes, just a few scraps of fabric away from being
completely naked before his eyes for the first time since I was a
child.
"You're stunning, baby, absolutely stunning," he said and I knew from his voice that he meant it.
"Thanks, Daddy," I whispered.
He then said, "Would you take off your bra for me too?"
I flashed my best smile and responded, "Only if you take your pants off for me."
He
didn't say a word, but I heard a rustling from the other side of the
phone. After a few more seconds of silence, he simply said, "Done."
A
shiver ran down my spine as I pictured my dad's cock, hard as it had
been when I had it in my mouth. My hands went to the clip on my top as I
slowly peeled it open, displaying my breasts for the camera. I tossed
the bra aside, and then cupped my breasts. "Like my boobies, Daddy?" I
teased.
"Love them, sweetie," he replied as I began to roll my hard nipples between my fingers.
I had to know if he was even remotely as hot as I was. "Is your cock hard?" I asked boldly.
"As a rock," he answered.
I
so wanted to see and touch it, but had to make do with my current
reality. I couldn't help it as a hand ran down my tummy until I touched
my mound through the silky panties. My fingers traced up and down my
sex, wanting to put on a good show.
"Are you wet, baby?" he asked.
My sex was soaked, so I told the truth. "Very."
"Show me," he commanded, so I set out to do just that.
I
pushed my panties down my legs, and then kicked them away before
sitting back down in the chair. I quickly adjusted the camera before
leaning back into the chair and spreading my legs as wide as I could.
The fingers of both hands went to my pussy and I began to stroke myself
once more. "Can you see, Daddy? I'm all wet for you," I whimpered.
"You're amazing, princess," he replied, and I thought I could hear a soft slapping sound in the background.
I
knew he must have been jerking off, which thrilled me, knowing he liked
what he saw. I couldn't believe than I felt an orgasm coming on with so
little physical stimulation, but the situation was completely
overwhelming. "I'm going to cum soon," I gasped as I pressed two fingers
inside myself.
"Me too," Dad barked.
His admission made
me fuck myself even faster than before. My hand was a blur as I drove it
in and out of my soaking sex. I began grunting as I came with a gasp
all over my probing digits.
It took me a long while to come down
from my high, and I realized my body was covered in a sheen of sweat. I
was slouched in the chair with my back sticking wetly to the rough
fabric. I gazed meekly into the camera lens, and asked, "Did you cum,
Dad?"
"Oh God, yes," he responded, which pleased me immensely.
After a long silence, he added, "When you cum, you're even more gorgeous
than usual."
I felt myself going red in the face realizing Dad had once again witnessed my orgasm. I simply responded, "Thank you."
We
made small talk for a few minutes, me still completely naked but
somewhat more composed. Dad finally said we should go as Mom would be
home soon, so we reluctantly said goodbye. I was still hot and unwilling
to move, began rubbing my pussy once more. I couldn't help but think of
my dad's cock shooting while watching me, and I came just moments
later.
Over the next few days, Dad and I chatted on the phone a
couple of times and exchanged e-mails, but we refrained from anything
overtly sexual. Of course we flirted, but were careful to leave things
at simple teasing. On Monday Dad sent me a message that he wanted to see
me, and soon. I wondered if he was up to something, which intrigued me
greatly. Would he get us a hotel for an afternoon or find an excuse to
stop by my home after work one evening?
I was surprised when my
mom called the next day to invite me to dinner on Wednesday evening. She
said my dad was concerned that I was putting in too many hours at both
work and home, and they both wanted to ensure I had one stress-free
evening. A strange thrill passed over me as I contemplated what he had
in mind, which did cause me a bit of stress.
Later that evening I
received a call from my dad. We chatted briefly before he asked if I
could do him a favor. He wanted me to wear my pink undies to our dinner,
the ones that I wore when we were online together. He added one more
thing, "I want you to excuse yourself for a bathroom break while you're
here. I then want you to rub yourself off through your panties, and hide
them somewhere in the room for me." I asked him why, and he said, "I
want to be able to smell you when we chat on Thursday."
I had no
idea my dad could be so kinky, but I loved it. Before I went to bed that
evening, I selected an outfit for work the next day, knowing I was
heading straight from the office to my parent's place. I chose a
flattering skirt and xxx combo, which had a hint of sexiness. I was sure
Dad would like it but yet it would not offend my mom. Of course, I also
laid out my pink panties and bra.
Work was difficult that day as
my mind kept wandering to thoughts of my father. My colleagues
fortunately didn't seem to notice, and somehow I made it through the
workday without incident. I arrived at my parent's home before Dad, and
Mom welcomed me in as she always had and we chatted about current
events.
My dad arrived about twenty minutes later, and I couldn't
resist giving him a quick hug and peck on the cheek. Mom said dinner
would be ready in a few minutes, so I dismissed myself to the bathroom
to, "freshen up." Dad gave me a knowing grin as I walked away, while I
just winked in response.
As soon as I entered the bathroom, my
skirt was above my waist as I stroked my pussy through my panties. They
were already damp from thinking about my dad all day, but I was
determined to make them soaking wet. I leaned back against the sink and
rubbed hard and fast, wanting to cum quickly before Mom came looking for
me. In my mind I couldn't help but think of Daddy smelling my damp
knickers as he stroked his large cock.
I had to bite my lip to
keep from screaming out when I came. I peeled my wet panties down my
weak legs, and then brought them to my nose. The feminine musk was
impossible to ignore and I hoped my dad would enjoy it. After scanning
the room, I decided to hide them behind a stack of towels, and then set
about making myself presentable to my mom.
When I entered the
kitchen, Dad was chatting amiably with Mom, before he exited to freshen
up for dinner himself. As he walked past me, I whispered, "Behind the
towels."
I was standing near the stove with Mom when Dad came
back into the room. He had a wicked grin on his face and I knew he must
have found my special gift. He must have felt how wet they were, I was
sure, but wondered if he sniffed them too?
Mom sat Dad at one end
of the table and me at the other, so unfortunately we were unable to
play footsie, but we gazed at each other constantly. I did my best to
focus on the conversation, yet I felt so naughty sitting there without
panties on. What made it even more difficult was knowing my undies might
be in Dad's pocket at that very moment.
After dinner we watched
TV for a while, but my body was on fire and I just couldn't take it
anymore. I hugged and kissed both my parents, with Dad copping a quick
feel of my butt as we embraced. The drive home was difficult as only one
hand was on the wheel while the other was playing with my pussy.
The
second my car found my driveway, I was on the run towards my room to
seek sexual relief. I didn't even undress, just hiked my skirt up and
fingered my bare cunt while my other hand squeezed my nipples through my
top. I came at least three times before climbing out of bed to peel off
my damp clothes. Sleep came easy that night as I was worn out and
dreamed happily of my next chat session with Daddy.
After the
previous day, I made it a point to keep my head on my work. Every time
Dad came to mind, I fought to wrestle control of my mind back. I simply
could not afford to lose my job, particularly given the mortgage that
was now hanging above my head. In spite of myself, as the clock wound
down towards five o'clock, I finally relented and let images of my dad
wash over through my head.
I arrived home at quarter to six, but
didn't want to jump online straight away. Like the week before, I wanted
to clean up after the long day, so I hopped in the shower and let the
warm water soothe me. I had given a lot of thought as to what to wear,
and pulled it from my drawer. An old boyfriend had given me a cute
babydoll nightie, which was ice blue and sheer, with a matching pair of
skimpy panties. Sadly for him, my ex never had a chance to see me in it,
but soon Daddy would. I also had another surprise for him.
By
the time I logged onto my computer, it was close to seven. As expected,
my dad was already online awaiting my arrival. I said hello into the
microphone, and just moments later my cell phone rang. I opened it and
heard Daddy's voice, and I quickly pressed the speaker button as I had
done before. Without even waiting for him to ask, I slowly stood and did
a slow pirouette to let him see my sexy lingerie.
A loud wolf whistle echoed through the speaker, and then was followed by a loud, "Wow"
I sat down in front of the camera and gave him a big smile. "So, you like this old thing?"
"It's perfect," he implored emphatically, and then added, "You're the sexiest thing I've ever seen."
He didn't talk much and I wondered if something was wrong. "Dad, is everything okay? You're being awfully quiet."
"Not at all baby, I'm just sitting here soaking in your beauty," he answered.
It
was just the reaction I was hoping for, sending a shiver down my spine.
The outfit was a great blend of sweet and sexy, just what I thought my
dad would like. I just wished I could have seen the look on his face.
Would he have been smiling widely or staring at me with a burning hunger
in his eyes? Either way, I'm sure I'd love it as much as he liked my
outfit.
Even though I'd dried myself off thoroughly after my
shower, my skimpy panties were already growing damp with my growing
excitement. My nipples were hard once more and I'm sure visible through
the lacy top, even over the net. I was completely hot and ready to do
whatever he wanted, and expected him to ask me to undress promptly.
Instead he spoke in soothing tones, telling me over and over how amazing
I was in every way. I felt the hairs on my body stand on end as I knew
he absolutely meant every word he said.
Soon I too poured my
heart out, letting him know just how much I'd always loved him. I had
never been so honest with anyone, but Dad made me feel completely at
ease. It was wonderful to finally get things off my chest, but I knew he
understood.
I had never felt so loved and candidly it made me
hotter than I'd ever been in my life. "Daddy, I miss you so much. I wish
you were here with me," I whimpered.
"What would we do if I were there, sweetie?" he asked me in a sexy whisper.
"Whatever you wanted," I said frankly, as I felt my cheeks grow warm.
"Do you really mean that?"
"Yes," I answered.
"Would you fuck me?" he questioned intently.
I bit my lip and nodded into the screen.
"Good,
because I've been thinking a lot about fucking you, Brooke," he said,
and my pussy pulsed while I whimpered at his admission.
There was
silence for a moment, but I felt the need to say something to break the
tension, asking "Can I show you something, Daddy?"
"Of course, princess," he replied.
I
reached my hand under the monitor and retrieved the dildo I had placed
their earlier. I held it up to the cam, and asked, "Do you want to see
me fuck myself with this?"
"Oh God baby, yes," barked from the
speaker. I stood to take the top off, but daddy said, "Please leave that
on, sweetie, you look so amazing in it."
Instead I stood and
lifted the baby doll to show him my panties. After giving him a good
long view, I eased them off my legs and held them up in front of me. "Do
you like these?" I asked.
"They're perfect," he murmured.
"As perfect as the ones I left you last week?"
"Yes, baby," he responded.
Somehow I felt even hotter than before, and asked, "Are you sniffing them?"
"Yes, baby. They smell wonderful," he sighed aloud.
I
placed the panties onto the desk and sat down in my chair. I packed my
feet up on the desk as wide as possible, and starred into the camera.
"Smell them as you xxx me fuck myself," I told him, my heart almost
beating a hole in my chest.
I grabbed the toy cock and placed it
in my mouth, sucking it inside. I ran it in and out a few times to tease
him, but had to get myself off as rapidly as possible or I'd go insane.
Quickly I moved the six inch plastic rocket to my pussy and eased it
in. No sooner had it hit rock bottom, I pulled back and repeated the
process, over and over.
I began rocking my butt up off the chair,
fucking myself against the solid dildo. My head rolled back and I
closed my eyes, driving the toy into my pussy faster and faster. Just as
I felt my orgasm washing over me, I screamed out, "Fuck me Daddy"
My
body convulsed on the chair as I came harder than I ever had in my
entire life, but I couldn't keep still. I slowly moved the plastic prick
back and forth over my sex, wanting the feeling to last forever. I
opened my eyes and looked at the camera through glassy eyes, trying to
give my sexiest smile. "Did you like that, Dad?" I asked.
There was silence for a moment, and then he said softly, "Words cannot even express what I'm feeling."
"Are you hard?" I questioned, thinking about his big, thick cock.
"Well, not anymore," he answered, so I knew he'd come too.
My
pulse pounded as I imagined his cock shooting into my overheated pussy,
but I was nowhere near satiated. I pushed the dildo back into my sex
and began humping it slowly once more. "See if you can get hard again
for me, Pop," I said as the fake cock invaded my body again. I picked up
my discarded panties and held them to my own nose. I stared into the
screen and said, "Smell me Daddy, sniff my panties."
I couldn't
help but imagine him with my sexy pink knickers pressed to his nose
while stroking his impressive dick. I closed my eyes once more as I
teased my cunt slowly, wanting to put on a great show for him. I was
sure this would get him nice and hard again.
My babydoll was
soaked with sweat and my nipples showed as plain as day. I moved the
panties from my face and began rubbing them all over my chest. I used
them to push my straps aside to expose my breasts. "I want you to cum on
my tits, Daddy," I barked as I played with my nipples through the silky
underwear.
I heard a load groan from the speaker, and knew I was
really turning him on. I wanted to last longer, but felt another orgasm
rapidly approaching. In spite of myself, I began driving the dildo in
and out with growing urgency. I yelled out, "Cumming, Daddy," as spasms
rocked my body once more.
It took a minute or two to catch my
breath as I felt like I had just run a marathon. I left the dildo buried
inside me with my legs still spread lewdly. "So, hard yet?" I asked
with a grin.
"As hard as I've ever been," he responded eagerly.
My
dad was fifty, so I had no idea if this was normal for him or not, but I
was still pleased inside that my little show achieved the desired
results. Even after two incredibly strong orgasms, I was ready for more.
I ran my hands to my chest and cupped my breasts, before asking, "Is
there anything else you want from me, Daddy?"
He didn't say yes, he just stated, "Suck on that cock for me, Brooke."
I
just smiled back and reached my right hand down and grasped my little
friend. I eased it out and slowly traced it up my torso, and teased him
by rubbing the tip across my nipples. After a short pause, I moved the
toy to my lips and engulfed it in my mouth. I turned my head to the side
so he could xxx me slide it in and out, sucking my juices as I did so.
"So hot, baby," I heard from the speaker as I sucked away.
I
pulled the cock from my mouth and stared into the cam and said, "I wish
this was you." I heard a groan, as I ran the dildo down my neck to toy
with my breasts once more. "Bet you'd like to cum on these, wouldn't
you?" I whispered softly.
"God yes," he sighed aloud.
I knew he had to be stroking himself once more, so I asked, "Are you close, daddy?"
"Very."
"Tell me where you want to cum," I begged.
"Your mouth," he whimpered.
With
that I moved the toy back to my mouth and sucked it deep inside. I
fucked my face, just as Daddy had done to me, before I pulled it out for
a moment so I could speak to him. "Cum in my mouth, Daddy. Please, give
me your cum," I pleaded, and then swallowed the cock once more.
I heard a grunting sound, then a long, loud, "Yes"
I
made my dad shoot his load twice in one evening, and to say I was
thrilled was an understatement. I glanced at the clock and realized we
had been on a while, so in spite of the way I was feeling at that
moment, suggested we had better call it an evening. Dad agreed, and we
parted after a few special words for one another.
My body was
absolutely soaking wet, so I peeled off the babydoll and headed for the
bathroom. I stood on rubbery legs, but still felt the need for one more
orgasm. I moved the massager head between my legs and let the water
caress my sensitive clit as the fingers of my other hand toyed with my
hard nipples. Within two minutes I surrendered to another wonderful
climax.
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by WayneWATSON » Sat Mar 09, 2013 6:06 pm I was looking forward for our next Thursday evening chat session, but even more so to seeing him again the following weekend. The thought of seeing him did however fill me with some apprehension. Playing so lewdly online was one thing, but could we really let go like that in person?
The following Tuesday, my mom called to say Grammy was ill again. Her voice quivered, so I knew she was more upset than she was letting on, and my heart went out to both her and my grandmother. Mom said that she and Dad were heading off to Gram's to spend a couple of days. I felt a momentary pang of jealousy when she brought up Dad, but I quickly straightened out my head and focused my attention more appropriately.
The more I thought about Mom, the worse I felt about myself. I loved her dearly, and I was suddenly wracked with guilt. How could I try to steal the love of her life, the man she was married to for thirty years? I simply wanted to crawl under a rock and die.
Dad called to check in a couple of times, and our conversations were anything but flirtatious. I had great concern for Grammy, so he updated me on her condition, which apparently was much better than expected. My grandmother was a bit of a hypochondriac, so I assumed that maybe she had blown things out of proportion as she was wont to do. Even after hearing Dad and Mom would be heading home soon, I still felt like a heel.
Since I was alone for the weekend while my parents were out of town, I worked on a few small projects around the house that I could handle on my own. I also ran out to my local hardware store to pick up a few things I needed, some of which I'd need Dad's help to complete.
When my mind wandered to thoughts of my father, I was deeply conflicted. On the one hand, the previous few weeks were by far the most thrilling of my entire life. I walked around all day on cloud nine, felling like a giddy schoolgirl as I had never done before. Truth be told, a huge part of me wanted things to remain that way with Dad. On the other hand, I felt like I was stabbing my mother in the back, which just killed me. What could I do?
Dad called a couple times during the next week, and though his voice instantly made me wet, I tried to stay calm outwardly. I think he could sense my unease, so he kept things fairly formal and didn't push anything sexual. On Wednesday evening, he sent me an e-mail and asked if he'd be seeing me online the next night. I responded with a brief note telling him I was going out for drinks with colleagues at work and would miss him. Truth is, I was not going out but was afraid of what I might do alone with him.
Mom called on Friday to let me know Dad would be coming down alone for the weekend to finish the painting, but gently I tried to decline. "Mom, I think we may get showers this weekend, so maybe some other time would be better," I offered, hoping Mom could make it the next time to keep me safe from myself.
"The forecast changed and your father is itching to finish, Brooke. He'll be down first thing Saturday morning," she replied flatly. I realized there was no use fighting her.
As I lay in bed Friday night, I couldn't help but think about how my dad would be arriving in a matter of hours. In my mind's eye, I could see his handsome face and strong body. In spite of myself, I kept picturing his impressive cock and wondered what it would feel like buried deep inside of my pussy. My legs opened slowly and I slid my hand atop my groin. In spite of myself, I found my fingers dancing over my wetness, and shouted, "Oh, Daddy," as I came.
I awoke early and took a long shower, trying to clear my head. I was determined to resist any of Dad's advances, yet I found myself pulling on a skirt and light top, without a bra or panties. A shiver ran down my spine when I heard his car pull into my driveway. I saw him walking confidently towards the door, looking handsome in his jeans and crisp tee.
When I opened the door, Dad walked in and gave me a big hug. As soon as we were inside, he embraced me again and kissed me like a lover. I almost gave in as my knees went weak, but I pushed him away. "No, Daddy We have a lot of work to do today," I snapped and turned away before I could change my mind. I wondered what the look on his face would have been, but tried not to think about it.
It was overcast, so Dad said we should work on things inside until the weather changed. I had a number of projects I wanted addressed in the basement, so I led him downstairs to start at it. I purchased new lighting I wanted him to install, so before long he was atop a step ladder. I stood nearby to stabilize the ladder and hand him tools as he asked for them. My face was near his groin and I couldn't help but stare at the bulge in his jeans. Deep down I wanted to lean over and pull his pants down to take his cock in my mouth, but I refrained. I could feel my pussy growing damp and I instantly knew that going without panties was a mistake.
After the lighting was done, Dad began to set up the shelves I bought to use for storage. He needed assistance holding pieces as he screwed them together, which once again put us in close proximity. I noticed him glance my way a few times, so I looked down to see what he was looking at. Bent over the way I was, the tops of my breasts were clearly on display below the low neck of my blouse. I should have adjusted my position, but didn't move, purposely allowing dad to peek. My resolve was slowly slipping away.
Once Dad had finished the last shelf, he set about securing them to the wall. When the first one was attached, I began stacking things upon it while Dad went to work securing another. I found myself bending over at the waist with my bottom pointed Daddy's way as I picked up the boxes. Deep down I wanted him to look, but I tried to act as casual as possible.
I didn't hear him approach, but as I placed a box on the top shelf, dad wrapped his arms around me from behind and held me in a tight embrace. "Let go," I squealed and tried to shake him off, but he held me firmly.
"You've been teasing me again, haven't you Brooke?" he whispered in my ear.
"No Daddy, we have work to do," I whined as I felt his hands cup my breasts.
I could feel his hardness pressed firmly against my ass as he mauled my tits. My nipples were hard as diamonds as he began rolling them between his thick fingers. "You know you want this, baby," he grunted as he began kissing my exposed neck.
I just whimpered, "No, Daddy," but it was without conviction.
He began to rock his crotch into my bottom and guided me against him in a slow rhythm. "Tell me what you want," he whispered in my ear.
I couldn't say it and tried to pretend this was all somehow against my will, so I remained silent.
"Tell me, Brooke," he repeated louder.
"No, Daddy, please leave me alone," I whined softly, yet pressed my bottom back into his crotch.
"If you don't tell me what you want, I'll leave right now," he stated firmly.
I couldn't help myself, and cried, "Please."
"Please what?" he asked.
"Please don't," I moaned. One percent of me meant don't touch me, but it was ninety nine percent of me meant don't go.
"Don't what?" he replied.
"Don't go," I sobbed.
"Then tell me what you want."
All my will was gone, and I mumbled, "Fuck me."
Dad slid one hand down my tummy and cupped my mound through my skirt, pulling us more firmly together. "Say it louder," he groaned.
"Fuck me," I repeated just a bit higher.
He moved his lips to my ear and stated, "Doesn't sound like you really want this. Maybe I should leave after all."
"No," I whined, and then shouted, "Fuck me Daddy"
Dad didn't waste any time as he moved his hands to my blouse and pulled it up over my head. He traced his fingers down my arms and grasped my wrists, guiding them to the shelf before me. "Don't move your hands unless I tell you to," he commanded. With that, he grabbed my hips and forcibly moved me back a foot or so, then pressed my shoulder, bending me at the waist.
A moment later I saw his shirt land on the floor next to me, which was soon joined by his jeans and boxers. My knees knocked as I realized my father was standing behind me, completely naked. My wildest dreams were about to come true. I was about to get fucked by my own dad.
I felt him grasp my skirt and ease it atop my naked bottom. "No panties, Brooke? I think you need a spanking," Daddy teased.
I would have loved him to spank me at any other time, but I needed to feel his cock inside me without delay, and I told him so, "Please Daddy, please just fuck me."
Dad went to his knees and without a word pulled my legs apart. I suddenly felt warm breath on my pussy, just before his wet tongue slid up and down my groove. I really wanted to be fucked, but loved the feeling of his mouth on my sex. He pressed his face against me and swiped his tongue across my sensitive clit, making me moan in ecstasy.
He stood after a minute or two, and then moved up close behind me. I felt his warm skin against my bottom as his hard cock glanced my thigh. Dad began running the head of his prick up and down my slit, when slowly eased it in. I let out a long sigh as inch after inch of his cock invaded my body.
In all my life I had never experienced anything like what I felt at that moment, not even close. My pussy had never been so stuffed, but it felt simply amazing. The fact that it was my dad's cock made it all the more thrilling.
Dad broke the short silence and asked, "So baby, how do you want it, soft and slow or hard and fast?"
Maybe he wanted me to say soft and slow, as his little girl might be expected to want it, but I needed it the other way. "Hard, Daddy," I whispered and readied myself for action.
Dad grasped my hips and began rocking my body back and forth firmly into his own, his big cock penetrating me like no other. My moans echoed around the dingy old basement as I took the pounding of my life. I felt his hands slide up my torso to grasp my breasts as he continued to thrust away. He cupped my tits and drove in and out of me relentlessly, and only moments later I felt an orgasm approaching.
I was grunting, "Oh," over and over as his body slapped against my own. I began huffing to catch my breath as my climax hit like a freight train. Dad kept thrusting insistently through my entire orgasm, and did not relent. My body was still on fire as he continued to ravage me.
Dad once again grasped my hips and began fucking me even more rapidly. I found my feet almost being lifted off the floor as he hammered me continuously. No more than two minutes later, I felt the telltale tingle that another orgasm was on the way. I came again and felt my knees go weak, but Daddy held me in place.
Unbelievably, he had not shot his load and pummeled my pussy even more. I was weak from the over-stimulation, and slumped my head to rest on the shelf. Dad reached a hand up and grasped my hair at the nape of the neck and pulled my head back. I felt sweat trickle down my brow as my head was forced upright.
Daddy began grunting in my ear and I knew he must be close. Even though I had experienced two amazing climaxes, the idea that my own father was about to cum in my pussy drove me wild. I pushed my ass back at him firmly, trying my best to give him a measure of the pleasure he had given me. Dad started huffing in my ear and grunted, "Gonna cum, baby."
My own body rocked as another orgasm washed over me as Dad emptied his big balls deep inside of me with a loud roar. I felt him fall upon my back as he pressed my chest and shoulders onto the shelf for support. Our sweaty bodies heaved against one another as we gasped for breath.
I have no idea how long we stood there, clinging together for dear life, but we finally broke apart and Dad turned me to face him. His face was red and his hair was soaked with sweat, but he smiled widely and leaned in to kiss me softly. I welcomed his tongue into my mouth as we embraced tightly. Daddy reached down and scooped me up into his strong arms and carried me upstairs. He gently laid me down upon my bed, and then climbed in next to me. He pulled me into the spoon position, and within seconds drifted off to sleep, more satiated than I had ever been in my life.
As I slept, I dreamed of making passionate love to a dashingly handsome man. It seemed amazing that my reality was far better than any dream could ever be.
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