Subject:     My Dad's Business Partner
Story Codes: MF oral exhib inc father daughter
Diary Date:  February 4, 2006
Author:      Kelly <pghp_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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Last year my dad asked my cousin Kristi and me to pretend to be whores 
and entertain a few of his clients.  Apparently it turned him on as much 
as me so when he asked me to do the same for one of his out-of-town 
business associates I didn't hesitate!

Note:  This falls sort of in between another diary entry of mine, Super 
       Super Bowl Sunday.  It's just that it was so different from 
       everything else that happened this weekend I decided to write it 
       up on its own.

Table of Contents
=================
   Chapter 1 – Offering Help to My Dad
   Chapter 2 – My Cousin Kristi is Jealous
   Chapter 3 – Getting Ready
   Chapter 4 – The Hotel
   Chapter 5 – Andreas Fucks Me in Front of My Dad 
   Chapter 6 – My Dad Gets His Turn


Chapter 1 – Offering Help to My Dad
===================================

It was an incredible weekend – one I never expected to happen.  The 
Steelers were going to the Super Bowl!  It wasn't that I was personally 
overexcited about it all but when you grow up with a father who is a 
fanatical Steelers fan a little bit can't help but rub off.  

When I left home after Christmas Break just over a month ago I’d assumed 
that I wouldn't be back home in Pittsburgh until Easter.  Then a small 
miracle happened and somehow my dad's favorite team was back in the big 
game for the first time in ten years.  I was only ten years old the last 
time the team had played in the Super Bowl but I can still remember his 
disappointment when they lost.  I was praying for them to win this time 
and so I decided to go home and help him cheer them on.

It was a three hour drive so after classes were over on Friday I quickly 
jumped in my car and headed home.  My dad was shocked to see me when he 
walked in the door late that night from a meeting at work, but not TOO 
shocked to take me right there in the hallway!  It was a great way to 
start off the weekend and I was so glad to be home again.

The next morning at breakfast my dad explained why he had been out so 
late.  Apparently one of his cases involved another law firm in Chicago.  
One of their top lawyers was in town for the weekend so he had agreed to 
arrange for some "entertainment" for the guy tonight.  Until now all he 
planned on was to take him out to some of the strip clubs and such.  Of 
course my dad had no idea I'd be home for the weekend.  He winked at me 
and casually mentioned that since I was home maybe it was something I 
might want to help out with.

I immediately understood what he meant and I felt a twinge between my 
legs as I recalled last spring when he had asked my cousin Kristi and me 
to "help him out" back then.  As it turned out, he had some clients in 
town who wanted to meet some girls in Pittsburgh – and I mean meet in the 
most personal way!  They expected my dad to join in which put him in a 
bit of a predicament since he had never cheated on my mom and wasn't 
about to then.

Well, Kristi and I were both thrilled to provide the entertainment.  I 
still have fond memories of how hot it was to have my dad fuck me in a 
hotel room right in front of two guys who never dreamed that the "whore" 
my dad was fucking was actually his own daughter.  Of course, the same 
applied when they were fucking me I front of him.  I've always wondered 
what they would have said had they known they were fucking my dad's 
little girl!  It was the only time we had ever done anything that crazy 
but my mom confided in me a few months later that he had been incredibly 
turned on and it was all he talked about afterwards.

"Hmmmmmm, well I don't know daddy," I teased him, "Are you sure you want 
your daughter whoring for you again?"

My mom just rolled her eyes while my dad just burst out laughing.  "Oh 
yeah," he said between chuckles, "Like you didn't get off from it too, 
you silly slut!"

Well, what could I really say, my dad was right and he knew it.  Although 
I would never really be a whore, pretending to be one was fun.  I'd tried 
doing some escorting about a year before but had to quit when things got 
out of hand on one of my "appointments".  I wasn't doing it for the money 
though.  Although I was "tipped" when I performed at bachelor parties or 
met guys as part of the escort business, for me it was just for the 
thrill of it.

In reality I would have done it all, the bachelor parties and escorting, 
for free but there was something about them paying me that made it seem 
even more "naughty".  I use to took offense when people tried to call me 
a prostitute when I was escorting.  If I'd been doing it just for the 
money they would have been right and I realized that so far as the guys 
were concerned that I was just that.  In my heart, though, I knew I'd 
never been a prostitute or a whore.

That said, I don't mind being called a slut – if anything I take it as a 
compliment.  That tells me that person thinks I am sexy compared to when 
someone calls me a whore as that implies I have sex just for money – 
something I have NEVER done.

As usual, my mom was the one to bring a sense of reality to the 
situation.  She has always been the moral compass of the family, steering 
us in the right direction to make sure nothing got out of hand.  There 
were times when we were out that my dad would get horny and my mom would 
have to step in and put things on hold before he and I did something that 
might cause problems later.

In this case she looked at my dad with a serious, "I'm not joking this 
time" look and asked, "Are you sure this guy's OK John?  I don't want 
Kelly getting in trouble or anything.  You WILL be there the whole time – 
right?"

My dad let out a deep breath like he always does when he gets a bit 
exasperated.  "Don't worry Mary, you know damn well I would never let 
anything happen to her.  Besides, do you honestly think I would miss out 
on this?"

Well, how could my mom argue with that logic?  If there was one thing my 
dad took seriously more than anything else, and I loved him for it, it 
was the safety of his daughter.  When I was a teenager he would always 
want to know who I was with and where we were going.  He actually 
encouraged me to bring my boyfriends home as he figured I was safer 
having them fuck them in my bedroom than hiding in the back seat of some 
car on a deserted road.  Of course, it also had the added benefit of 
letting him peek in on us.

So it was all set – my dad would take the guy out for dinner and then 
they would go back to his hotel room where I would show up.  I had the 
perfect outfit to wear – the "little black dress" my dad had given me for 
this past Christmas.  I hadn’t worn it in public yet as it was bordering 
on indecent by most standards but in this case it seemed entirely 
appropriate!


Chapter 2 – My Cousin Kristi is Jealous
=======================================

For the rest of the morning all I could think about was what would be 
happening that evening.  I went over to visit my cousin Kristi at her 
house.  My Aunt Linda was out showing homes so the two of us sat on the 
floor in the living room catching up on things.  It was her first year in 
college and it was interesting to compare the differences between her 
public school and my private religious one.

My school was ultra-conservative – bordering on the ridiculous at times.  
While we didn't have to wear uniforms, the dress code was strict and 
nothing sexy or suggestive in any way was allowed.  Skirts couldn't be 
more than a couple of inches above the knee (and even THAT was frowned 
on), swim suits for school events had to be one-piece and no thongs were 
allowed - period.  Supposedly we had to wear bras and panties although I 
tended to break that rule whenever I thought I could get away with it.

Our dorms and apartments were segregated by sex for everyone unless you 
were married, no matter how old you were.  Male visitors in our apartment 
were absolutely forbidden and grounds for immediate expulsion on the 
first offense – for both parties involved.  We were suppose to follow the 
rules off campus as well but naturally that was not followed by most of 
the students although peer pressure was high at times.  The one rule that 
stood out among all others was simple – no sex.  Nothing even remotely 
sensual or provocative.  The list was extensive!

By contrast by cousin went to the University of Pittsburgh which sounded 
like a non-stop party from the way my cousin described it.  Her dorm was 
coed and guys were allowed in rooms although the doors were suppose to be 
kept open when they visited.  She could wear just about anything (and 
knowing her, I imagined she pushed even THOSE limits).  As for sex, all 
they cared about was that nothing was done that was illegal.

Kristi was two years younger than me but last year she'd already had sex 
with more guys than I had and while my sex life went ice cold at school, 
hers was wilder than ever.  I had no doubt she was quite popular – with 
the boys AND the girls.  She described things that I could only dream 
about while I was at school.

Although she had not had sex with any of her professors, she said she did 
have a good time teasing them and most of them were more than willing to 
go along with the game even if they didn't actually do anything outside 
the classroom.  If I even batted an eyelash at one of my professors I 
would've been hauled before the ethics review committee and put on 
probation!  Oh well, overall I loved my school and besides, I was there 
for an education, not sex.

After we had chatted for a while I described my plans for the evening to 
Kristi.  She put on a big pout and folded her arms to show her 
disappointment.  

"Aw Kelly," she pouted, "Why didn't your dad ask ME to join in?  Remember 
what an incredible time we had before?"

"Yeah, like you haven't been getting enough cock lately," I laughed.  

"That's not the point Kelly," she replied, "The whole thing, posing as 
whores and letting your dad fuck us in front of them, like, it was one of 
the wildest things we have done!"

I had to agree with her on that one.  We had certainly done some crazy 
things together but that night had been absolutely surreal.  As I said 
before, it's not that I ever wanted to actually BE a whore, but to have 
those guys THINK we were was erotic to say the least.  The more we talked 
the more horny I got thinking about what I'd be doing in just a matter of 
hours.  

"Well... you're going to have to tell me EVERYTHING about it tomorrow," 
she said.  "And be sure to tell your dad he owes me one!"

I laughed at that one – as if she didn't get fucked enough by my dad as 
it was.  I was so horny I was ready to jump her right then and there but 
I knew I had to get home to get ready for the evening and if I let my 
lust get the better of me now it might be hours before I broke free.  I 
got up to leave and just then my aunt came in from the garage carrying 
some groceries.

"Mommmmmm!" Kristi whined, "Kelly's dad's letting her pretend to be a 
whore again tonight and he didn't invite me!"

My aunt just laughed, "Yeah, I already know.  Mary called me to tell me 
about it.  Sorry girl, looks like Kelly gets all the fun tonight!"

Kristi was still pretending to be put out and she probably actually WAS 
to some degree.  After all, I think she probably would BE a whore if 
given the opportunity.  My aunt came over and put her arms around her.

"Awwwwww, don't worry baby," she cooed, "The two of us can have our own 
fun tonight."

I smiled and waved goodbye, leaving them to whatever was going to happen 
next.  My aunt had divorced when Kristi was young and she never knew her 
dad.  The two of them grew up extremely close, even sharing the same bed 
all her life.  I thought it was special for me to have sex with my mom 
when I was sixteen but I couldn't help but feel a bit jealous when I 
learned that Kristi and her mom had been intimate a long time before 
that.

Kristi didn't have a father to fuck her do my dad gladly filled that role 
when she turned sixteen.  She was always a bit wilder than me and I 
shuddered to think sometimes of what she and my dad did when they went 
out!  I wasn't really jealous, though, because I knew I was my dad's only 
daughter and he loved me in a way he could never love Kristi.


Chapter 3 – Getting Ready
=========================

Arriving back home my mom met me in the hallway and wagged her finger at 
me.  "I warned you not to get carried away if you went over there," she 
fussed, "Now you'd better get going if you're want to be looking hot 
tonight!"

My dad stepped in the room and interrupted my mom saying, "Oh give her a 
break Mary, she looks hot waking up in the morning."

He looked at me and asked, "Was Kristi really that peeved that she didn't 
get to come this time?"

"Well dad," I said in a teasing voice, "she DID say you owed her one."

My mom huffed and rolled her eyes as she walked away.  I kissed my dad on 
the cheek and ran up to my room.  Stripping off my clothes, I laid out my 
dress and rummaged through my drawers to find a little black thong.  At 
the bottom of my closet were my favorite heels.  They were just four 
inches high which was more than enough for me.  Anything more and I felt 
like I was walking on stilts.  

As I was taking my shower I started to think about all sorts of things – 
how I would introduce myself tonight, what the guy's cock would taste 
like, what kinds of things he would expect me to do.

Then I thought of my cousin and aunt and I imagined them in bed now, in 
each other’s arms loving one another as only a mother and daughter can.  
I would have loved to have stayed and joined them – it had been ages 
since my aunt and I had sex together.  She was really more into men her 
age and while she fucked my dad now and then, she and I only played once 
in a blue moon.  I know her and my mom still had the close relationship 
they had shared since their early teenage years but they kept that 
relatively private and I rarely saw them do much more than kiss.

All the time I was thinking of these things my fingers had worked their 
way between my legs and my fingers were playing with my clit as the water 
ran down along them.  I heard the bathroom door open and my dad walked in 
just as I was getting close.  He must have heard me panting because the 
door cracked open and he peeked inside.

"Need some help in there?" he asked with a sly grin on his face.

"Daddy, I'm busy!" I said, pretending to be shocked that he would 
interrupt me while I was masturbating, "Besides, you'll be getting me 
later if you're a good boy."

He flashed a grin at me and left me to finish myself off which only took 
a few minutes more.  Satisfied and clean, I spent a while drying off and 
fixing my hair before returning to my room.  Normally not a big one for a 
lot of makeup, I decided to use just the minimal amount although I picked 
out some sexy lipstick that accentuated my lips and smile.

I left my hair loose - a ponytail just didn't seem appropriate with a 
slutty dress.  Looking in the mirror I debated whether or not to try to 
put some curl in.  My hair has always been a source of frustration for 
me.  It's always straight and I've tried every combination of conditioner 
to get anybody to it.  Technically I'm a brunette but that covers a broad 
spectrum of color and over the years I've tried various hair colorings.  
Probably the worst thing I experimented with was going blond for a 
summer.  Looking back at those pics I cringe!

Eventually I had myself ready and I slipped on the thong.  I would have 
loved to meet the sadist who invented the damn things.  Guys love them 
but I tell them they don't have to wear one!  Basically I walk around all 
night feeling like I have a wedgie!  Oh the things girls do to satisfy 
men!

I dropped the dress down over my head and worked it downward, pulling it 
to get it to at least cover my ass at least a little bit.  This dress 
should have been advertised as being good for your posture because unless 
I stood up perfectly straight it pulled up and revealed my butt!  Sitting 
down and bending over to put on my heels it lifted up and I found myself 
basically sitting on my chair bare-ass as the thong didn't provide any 
coverage in the rear.  Oh well, it's not like I was going to be wearing 
it to the mall or anything.

One last look in the mirror and I smiled.  Yep, I definitely looked like 
a streetwalker tonight!  If only my roomies could see me now!  Of course, 
Jen wouldn't mind but my other roomies had no idea what Jen and I did 
behind our door.  I'm sure they would have been totally shocked at my 
current appearance considering they usually saw me as the mousy school 
girl.  I giggled as I tried to estimate how many milliseconds it would 
take for me to get kicked out of chapel if I showed up in his outfit!

I grabbed a small purse that was just big enough for a tube of lipstick 
and headed downstairs where my parents were waiting.  My dad was dressed 
up in a suit – men have it soooooo easy, they can wear a suit to 
anything.  My mom was drinking some coffee at the dinner table and when I 
arrived she looked up and smiled approvingly at me.  My dad saw her eyes 
look up and turned to see me and a huge grin broke out on his face.

"Mmmmmmm, now THAT is what I call an outfit," he said with a tinge of 
pride in his voice.  Looking at my mom he boasted, "See, I CAN pick out 
clothes despite your lack of confidence in me."

My dad had bought me this outfit for Christmas and although it didn't 
stay on me very long when I modeled it for him, he never failed to remind 
my mom that HE had picked it out all by himself.  I hated to burst his 
bubble but in all honesty it didn't take a tremendous amount of fashion 
taste to pick out a simple black dress.  It was the fact it was so short 
and cut so low that is what made it sexy.

My dad looked at his watch and said, "Well, time for me to get going and 
pick up Andreas."

I looked over at him with a questioning look.  "Andreas"?  Instantly 
visions of some exotic Frenchman came to mind and I started to ask him to 
tell me more about him.  Actually until then he had not said a word about 
the guy so I was curious.  My dad just grinned and shook his head.

"Nope," he said defiantly, "You'll just have to see for yourself."

My mom grinned and I had a suspicion she was in on something which made 
me all the more curious.  Just what was going on here that had her 
looking like the cat who just caught the mouse?

"Don't look at me girl," she said, "my lips are sealed.  Don't worry, I 
think you're going to find tonight a bit interesting." 

Damn, now just what did THAT mean?  Both of my parents looked entirely 
too pleased with themselves so I knew something was going on that my dad 
had not told me about.  Oh well, I trusted him that he would never do 
anything that would be bad for me so I guess I would just have to find 
out for myself.

My dad gave my mom and me a kiss and off he went.  My mom and I sat down 
(or at least I tried to without splitting the dress apart) and tried to 
talk about school and church as if it was just a typical evening.  


Chapter 4 – The Hotel
=====================

I kept on eye on the clock and finally the time came for me to leave as 
well.  My dad had arranged for a taxi to pick me up so I wouldn't have to 
ride the T downtown and he was right on time.  My mom loaned me her 
evening coat which was long and black and she helped me slip it on before 
I went out to the taxi.

I gave the driver the address of the hotel and he gave me a look as if 
wondering just what was going on but he remained discreet and didn't say 
a word to me the entire trip.  I crossed my legs in the back seat and 
felt my clit tingle just a little as the motion caused it to rub against 
the tight thong just a little.  God was I so horny!  I couldn't wait to 
get there and have some fun.

My taxi dropped me off at the hotel entrance and the doorman held the 
door open as I entered.  I noticed he gave me the once over as I passed 
through and I flashed a smile at him as I went in.  I was sure he was 
thinking that someone was getting lucky tonight and he was right!

Once in the hotel lobby I couldn't resist myself and I took off the coat 
and draped it over my arm.  There were several guys checking in at the 
time and it was all I could do from smiling a huge grin when I noticed 
every eye turned towards me.  I could feel the edge of my skirt just 
under my ass and I knew every one of them was hoping I would bend over 
just a bit and reveal what I was wearing underneath – or not wearing if 
that be the case.  It was more fun to tease them though and I slowly 
walked through the lobby leaving them to wonder.

Stepping into the elevator, I kept my aloof look on until the doors 
closed and then let out a deep breath.  It was about to happen now and 
this was really my last chance to back out.  In reality, there was no way 
I would even consider such a thing though and as I went higher my pussy 
just got hotter with anticipation.

Finally the door opened and I stepped into the hallway.  Although not a 
suite, my dad had told me they were going to be in an "executive" room 
which had more space than the typical room.  There was nobody else to be 
seen and I walked down to where the room was.

Just as I was about to knock the door opposite opened and what looked 
like a businessman stepped out.  He closed the door behind him and then 
saw me standing there.  I smiled at him but his eyes never went above my 
chest.  He quickly walked down the hall, shaking his head.  No doubt he 
assumed I was NOT there for a restful night's sleep.

Alone once again I straightened out my dress and took in a deep breath 
and let it out slowly.  I knocked lightly on the door just twice and 
waited.  Within a few seconds the door opened and there was my dear old 
dad.

"Hi, you must be Kelly?" he said with a wink at me.  "C'mon in, we've 
been waiting for you."

I stepped in and quickly took inventory of the room.  There was a huge 
bathroom just as you walked in with a large king size bed, a couch, and a 
glass-top desk with the usual phone and lamp.  A TV set was hidden away 
in a tall wooden structure with an ice bucket chilling what looked to be 
some sort of white wine in it.  Of course what grabbed my attention was 
the person waiting for me.  Sitting in the stuffed chair next to the 
couch was older-looking man who must have been in his forties or early 
fifties.  His head was shaved although it looked like he would have been 
partially bald anyways.  His suit was definitely NOT off the rack and I 
would have guessed probably cost well over a thousand dollars judging by 
the tailored fit and material.

The guy stood up and I guessed him at about six feet tall with a build 
that suggested an athletic past if not present.  The one thing though 
that stood out the most though was perhaps the thing I had least expected 
– he was black!  Not brown or light tan but a deep, dark black you rarely 
saw.  His skin was almost shiny the color was so deep.  He smiled and his 
pearly white teeth were in sharp contrast to his face and made his grin 
almost seem to glow.  I'd had sex with a black man before but not as 
BLACK as this guy was.

My dad introduced me saying, "Kelly, this is Andreas... Andreas, this is 
Kelly, the girl I told you about."

Andreas held out his hand and lightly shook mine in a polite manner.  
"Good evening Kelly, I must say you come highly recommended."

I blushed slightly and looked down before looking him in the eyes again.  
"Thank you sir, I hope to live up to your expectations."

God, it was like some Victorian novel!  Everyone was being so polite and 
acting as if this were just some typical business meeting.  I wondered 
just how to get things moving along when my dad broke the ice.  

"Why don't you tell Kelly a bit about yourself Andreas," he said, "You've 
had quite an interesting career.

I sat on the couch and crossed my legs.  In doing so my skirt slid up and 
basically revealed my ass.  With my legs crossed he couldn't see my thong 
and I suppose he had to wonder if I was wearing anything underneath my 
dress.  Andreas' eyes were locked on my legs and butt as I put my hands 
in my lap and listened as if there was nothing at all unusual going on.

For the next ten minutes or so he described how he had come to the USA as 
a child with his parents, worked his way through school and various law 
firms.  My ears really perked up though when he casually mentioned 
getting married when he was young.  He described his four kids – two 
girls and two boys all in their twenties now and living on their own, as 
if he was talking to just anyone.  He mentioned that he was still married 
and he must have picked up on my eyes widening just a bit.

"Sorry, does it bother you that I'm married?  he asked.  "I must say I 
usually don't do this sort of thing but lately our sex life has cooled 
off a bit so when you dad made me this offer I decided it was time to 
finally look out for myself."

God, if he only knew how many times I'd heard THAT line before!  
Practically every married guy who hit on me claimed his wife was the 
problem and wasn't giving him enough sex.  Of course, it was never THEIR 
problem!

That said, of course it didn't bother me that he was married and I looked 
over at my dad briefly who just smiled.  I could have reached over and 
kissed him right then and there.  He knew how much I loved fucking 
married men and someone I had a feeling that setting me up with Andreas 
was partly driven by the fact he knew I would be turned on because he had 
a wife back home.  

"It doesn't matter to me one way or the other Andreas," I said softly, 
"After all, tonight is about YOU, not your wife."

I stood up at that point and didn't bother pulling my skirt down so as I 
faced him he could see my thong as it barely hid my pussy.  I slowly 
swayed my hips as then asked him in a seductive voice, "So tell me 
Andreas, can your wife fit into a dress like this?"

I slowly turned in front of him as if dancing to a slow soft song.  
Meanwhile my dad turned on the television set and set it to one of the 
porn channels.  A couple was fucking and he turned down the volume so it 
was just their images on the screen.  

"Just something to help set the mood," my dad explained with a grin.

I turned so I was facing away from Andreas and leaned over so my dress 
pulled up completely over my ass.  The thong pulled in tight between my 
butt cheeks essentially giving him a bare-ass view of me.  I slowly 
dropped the thong and spread my legs apart just enough so he could see my 
glistening pussy, wet from the anticipation of being fucked by his hard 
black cock.  Reaching between my smooth legs, I traced one finger from my 
ass, over my pussy hole and through my pussy lips until it glided over my 
sensitive clit.  

"Damn Andreas, what do you think of that pussy?" my dad exclaimed.

"Mmmmmmm," Andreas replied, "I thought you were exaggerating about her 
but now I see you were actually not doing her justice!  That's the 
sweetest looking cunt I've seen in a long time!"

"Go on," my dad encouraged him, "she's all yours – at least she damn well 
better be for what she charges!"

We all laughed except Andreas who really did not understand just how much 
this WAS costing my dad.


Chapter 5 – Andreas Fucks Me in Front of My Dad
===============================================

Feeling incredibly horny and hot, I leaned over the bed to support 
myself, keeping my legs straight and spread apart.  This was one of the 
few times my dad's porn magazines come in handy – they can teach you all 
sorts of sexy poses!

Andreas's hand gingerly reached between my legs and gently cupped my damp 
crotch.  His middle finger began to explore my pussy, pushing it into my 
pussy and then wiggling it inside of me.

"Nice pussy – good and tight," he said approvingly to my dad.  "God my 
wife hasn't felt this tight in twenty years." With his finger now wetted, 
he pulled his hand upward and ran little circles around my asshole.  Then 
I felt his finger began to push against my asshole and I turned my head 
around to him to say, "Sorry, that's not for play." 

Andreas kept pushing his finger into my asshole though, as if he never 
heard a word I said.  I looked over to my dad for some support.  He knew 
I hated anal sex and I was hoping he would step in and defend me – or 
least my asshole!  I was surprised then when he didn't say a word and 
instead he just watched as Andreas slipped his finger into my ass.

I had played with my asshole in the tub and shower before but never much 
more than that.  During my last escorting gig I had been forced to do 
anal which was a big reason for why I quit the escorting business after 
that night.  I might put up with his finger but he had better not try 
anything bigger than that.

"God her ass is tight!" he exclaimed.  I didn't know what to say – should 
I protest and piss him off or just him go?  This wasn't exactly the way I 
had figured the night would start out, that was for sure.  The amazingly 
he stopped and went back to playing with my pussy.

"Don't worry, I'm not in anal myself.  I was just curious how tight your 
asshole was."

Whew!  I was relieved to hear that.  I have never figured out the 
fascination some people have for assholes.  I guess when I think about it 
all I imagine is my crap coming out and for the life of me I could never 
lick a guy's asshole.  I didn't mind if a guy licks me – that's his 
business although I don't let him kiss me or coming near my face again 
afterwards.

The one time I'd been fucked in the ass it hurt like hell and I never 
wanted to try it again.  I've had guys try to tell me I just needed more 
lubricant, etc.  but the bottom line (pun intended) is that I have a 
perfectly good mouth and pussy that can handle a cock quite well, thank 
you, so why mess around with my asshole?

In the meantime Andreas was doing a nice job of fingering my pussy and as 
his fingertips toyed with my clit all thoughts of my near anal disaster 
disappeared.  Andreas pulled his finger out of me and put it up to my 
lips.  I opened my mouth and he slipped his finger in and I sucked it 
like a binky, savoring the flavor of my wet pussy on his finger.

"Ahhhhhh, you like the taste of your pussy don't you?" he said, "Well I 
can't blame you for that one."

He slapped my playfully on the butt saying, "OK, time to get down to some 
business.  See that girl sucking cock in the screen?  Well, I bet you can 
do better than that."

I stood up and glanced over at the TV.  Some porn whore was sucking a 
huge cock but all she was doing was just going up and down on it – no 
imagination whatsoever!  To think this girl was suppose to be a "pro".  
Hell, I could suck a cock twice as good as she ever dreamed.  This was 
also a classic example of why I hate porn.  It not only objectifies 
women, it leads men to think that it represents what women want from sex 
and what men expect from them.  It was just like what Andreas had asked 
for – do it "like her".

Andreas was still standing with his suit coat off now, draped over the 
chair behind the desk.  He stood there with his hands on his hips, 
obviously waiting for me to "service" him.  Well, what could I really say 
as that's what a whore does so I went to "work".  Standing in front of 
him, my eyes level with his chest, I reached out and undid his belt and 
pants.  Kneeling down, my dress creeping up practically to my waist, I 
pulled his pants downwards to his ankles followed quickly his boxer 
shorts.  His dress shoes were still on which kept his clothes bunched 
around his ankles.  His white dress shirt had long tails which came down 
past his crotch and hid his cock from my sight.

I could already smell his manhood as nothing tweaks my nose like the 
strong scent of a male crotch.  Pulling his shirt aside, I got my first 
clear view of his cock and my first thought was, "God, they're right!".

OK, I hate to admit to stereotyping people, but everyone jokes about 
black men having big cocks.  In my own limited experience, I would say 
skin color doesn't matter but in the case of Andreas, the stereotype 
certainly fit.  Damn, he was hung like a horse!  His cock was still 
relatively soft but it hung down and looked to be over six inches long 
already.  Not only that, he wasn't circumcised so his cock head was 
hiding behind the covering of his foreskin.  His cock was as jet black as 
the rest of him and surrounded by am incredibly thick thatch of stiff 
curly pubic hair which, from the length of it, he apparently never shaved 
or trimmed.  

All in all, his dick looked absolutely delicious!

I took his cock in one hand and held it so it faced me.  Looking up at 
him first and then back at his cock, I leaned forward and slipped the end 
of his cock into my mouth.  His musky odor filled my nose as my tongue 
ran over the end.  My hand pulled back on his foreskin and the head 
popped into my mouth which I promptly started to lick with my tongue.  It 
wasn't long before I was rewarded with the feeling of his cock twitching 
and the pulse in it veins promised that it would soon be hard as a steel 
pipe.

Andreas put his hands on my head and pulled my face tightly into his 
crotch.  He ran his hands through my hair, pulling on it just slightly, 
just enough to make it tingle and drive me crazy.  My had bobbed on his 
cock while my tongue ran over it.  While I stroked it with my one hand, 
feeling it growing inch by inch in my mouth, my other hand cupped his 
balls and massaging them, rolling them gently between my fingers.

"Oh yeah, John," Andreas called over to my dad, "This little whore 
certainly knows how to suck a cock!

I turned my head to look over at my dad and saw he was sitting on the 
couch with his pants unzipped and his own cock sticking out while he 
masturbated, watching his daughter sucking this guy's growing cock.  I 
loved watching my father masturbate, especially when I knew he was 
thinking about me.  It gave me this incredibly sexy feeling knowing my 
dad thought about me that way.  If my own father could masturbate 
thinking about me, I could only imagine what other men thought about me!

Andreas grabbed me by the shoulders saying, "Shit, I need to taste that 
pussy.  Lay back on the bed and spread those gorgeous legs.

I got up and backed into the bed.  Keeping my dress on, if you could call 
it that considering it was now riding around my waist allowing him a 
clear view of my bare pussy, I let myself fall onto the bed on my back.  
I put my feet up on the bed and let my knees fall to the sides so my 
pussy was spread open for him.  Andreas stood over me and just looked 
down at me with his cock in his hand as he slowly stroked himself.  

"Damn, that is one sweet looking cunt," he said to me.  I smiled as I 
used both hands to spread my pussy lips apart for him.  He kneeled at the 
edge of the bed and put one hand on each of my inner thighs, pushing my 
legs even farther apart as his face lowered itself down between my legs.  
I gasped as his tongue lightly touched my swollen clit.  

"Mmmmmmm, I think she likes that," my dad said.  I looked over and saw he 
had risen from the couch to stand at the end of the bed not far from my 
head.  "Well, let's see if she can handle another cock while you’re 
taking care of her pussy."

My dad dropped his off and got up on the bed.  He kneeled above my head 
and leaned forward over my face.  I looked up and saw his balls hanging 
above my face and then he pushed his cock down into my mouth so while I 
was sucking his cock his hairy balls were rubbing against my cheeks and 
nose.  As much as my pussy was enjoying Andreas' efforts, taking my dad's 
dick in my mouth right in front of this guy was turning me on even 
faster.

In the meantime my pussy was indeed getting quite the workout from 
Andreas.  He had a long tongue and when he pushed it in my pussy he could 
stick it in a ways which felt incredibly good.  Speaking of long, he 
could hold his breath a long time as well which meant he would smash his 
mouth firmly against my pussy and push his tongue into me as deep as he 
could.  It was like being fucked by a tongue!

All the while I was squirming from my pussy being licked by Andreas, I 
was also trying to suck my dad's cock as well.  It was difficult to 
concentrate on both ends but my dad helped by stroking himself in and out 
of my mouth.

"Shit Andreas, you must be doing one hell of a job eating her pussy," my 
dad said, "she's having a hard time concentrating on my cock!"

Andreas looked up and although I couldn't see him I imagined he had a big 
grin on his wet face.  He was good - and he knew it!

"Well, your cock looks pretty good in her mouth right now," he said, 
"Hmmmmmm, I think she's ready now.  Mmmmmmm, what do you say John, time 
to fuck this whore?"

My dad pulled out of my mouth and I lifted my head up and looked first at 
him and then at Andreas with a smile.  "I say go for it, Andreas!" he 
said, "Fuck her."

How can I describe how it felt to hear those words from my father.  My 
own dad had just told a guy I had never met before to, "Fuck her".  My 
own father was encouraging this guy to screw his only daughter, to stick 
his dick in her, to maybe even cum in her and leave his seed.  

What kind of father would ever do such a thing to his daughter?  Well, 
the kind of father my dad is – a loving, wonderful man who knows what his 
daughter enjoys and what turns her on.  The kind of father that is 
concerned about what his daughter wants more than he does.  It made me 
feel so wonderful at that moment, realizing how much he must love me to 
do this for me.

Andreas stripped off his shirt, motioning for me to do the same with my 
dress.  I sat up on the bed and started to lift it over my head.  My dad 
was still behind me and he helped me take it off, leaving me naked then 
except for my heels which I decided to leave on.  Once again, it was the 
influence of the porn industry at work.  Why in the world would a real 
woman want to wear heels while she was being fucked?  Well, guys see the 
whores wearing them in porn licks so they think girls like me should do 
it too.

Andreas sat on the couch, stroking his massive cock which was now hard as 
pole.  I walked slowly up to him with my hands on my hips and watched him 
masturbate.  Damn I wanted that monster in me!  It was hard not to just 
jump on his lap and drop my pussy down onto it.  Well, that would happen 
soon but first I owed them a show for what they "spent" to get me for the 
night.

Licking my lips seductively, I turned around and rubbed my ass with both 
hands.  My hips gyrated my hands wandered over my ass and in front to my 
pussy.  Leaning over with my legs straight and spread apart, I ran my 
fingers over my pussy slit, letting one finger slide between the wet lips 
and dip into my pussy.

"Alright, enough teasing.  Get over her and sit on my cock," Andreas 
demanded.

He didn't have to ask me twice.  I backed into him, straddling his legs 
which were tight together.  Then I slowly lowered myself down onto his 
waiting dick.  My dad who was still on the bed and I winked at him as I 
felt Andreas' cock press against my pussy.  As usual, my pussy resisted 
the intruder at first.  Then finally, almost begrudgingly, it split apart 
to allow him entrance.

The weight of my body forced my pussy to accept more his thick cock and I 
could feel my thighs split open as his big cock disappeared inside of me.  
It kept going deeper until I started to wonder if it was ever going to 
never stop moving further into me when finally my ass was on his lap.  I 
lifted my legs off the floor, holding myself steady with my hands on this 
legs to cause my full weight to press his dick into me as far as it would 
go.  I wiggled and squirmed, making his cock move around inside of me.

Andreas put his hands on my hips to steady me.  Once again my feet were 
planted on the floor and I started to slowly rise and fall on his cock.  
First I would lift myself up slowly and then, after teasing him with just 
the head of his cock still in me, I would drop as fast as I could back 
down on his lap.  Each time the sudden drive of his fat cock into my 
pussy would make me gasp as it felt like my pussy was going to explode 
from the huge thing that was in me.  

Faster and faster I went, fucking his hard black cock.  Looking down 
between my legs I could see his dick moving in and out of me, the 
darkness of his cock contrasting sharply with the light skin of my thighs 
and crotch.  When I was down on him his thick pubic hair covered my 
pussy, hiding everything from view until l rose up again when I could see 
his shaft as it entered my pussy and then was out of sight.

Meanwhile my dad had stripped off his clothes and was laying back on the 
bed, stroking himself slowly as he watched his daughter being fucked by 
this huge black cock.  Looking at his nude body, I was proud of him for 
the way he kept himself in shape.  He looked so sexy laying there on the 
couch – no beer gut or flab like the fathers of most of my friends.

"Turn around," Andreas said in a firm voice.

Dutifully I lifted myself off his cock reversed my position.  It was a 
little tricky keeping my balance with the heels but he held my legs and 
kept me from falling over backwards as I kneeled down and once again 
allowed Andreas to fuck me.  He leaned forward and sucked on my boobs as 
I ground my ass into his crotch, the coarse pubic hair of his cock 
rubbing against my bald pussy like a thick hairbrush.

A moan escaped as my hands tightened their grip on the back of the couch.  
I was leaning over him, hands on both sides of his head as he used his 
own hands to lift me and then let me drop back down on his cock.  His 
mouth sucked one nipple and then moved to the other, making my boobs feel 
like a furnace was raging inside of them.  Mmmmmmm, I loved my boobs to 
being sucked when someone is fucking me!

Once again I looked back and saw that my dad was still in the same 
position, still slowly stroking himself.  He really wasn't masturbating 
per se, it was more like when I get horny driving or something and I rub 
myself through my clothes.  At those times it's more like scratching an 
itch then an overt effort to cum.  It was the same with him, just as I 
have seen him absentmindedly fondling his dick when we watch TV and 
there's hot actress on the screen (his favorite being Amanda Tapping of 
StarGate fame).  He was just enjoying seeing his daughter being fucked, 
no different than any proud father at his daughter's recital or school 
play.

"Alright, get up and kneel on the couch," Andreas commanded me.

He was being a little bossy but I sort of like it when a man tries to be 
in control.  It’s not that I want to be submissive in a master-slave sort 
of way, I just like it when a man takes charge.  Andreas was certainly 
fitting the bill for me today in that regard.  He knew what he wanted and 
he was taking it.  Of course, ultimately it was ME that was always in 
control but it didn't hurt to let them think they were.

Following his "orders", I kneeled on the couch with my feet hanging over 
the edge and leaned forward so my folded arms were on the top edge of the 
couch.  Andreas pushed my legs apart and with one hand he spread my wet 
pussy open and with the other he guided his stiff cock back into my empty 
pussy once again.  It felt so good to have him back in me again.  Andreas 
immediately went to work, slamming his cock into me and banging up 
against my ass like a pile driver.  He fucked me for what seemed like an 
hour but was certainly a lot less time.  Hey, my pussy didn't care; it 
was loving it.

"Shit I'm getting close," Andreas gasped.  He suddenly pulled out of me 
and didn't say anything but just grabbed me by the waist and literally 
flipped me over on my back.  My legs hung over the side of the couch and 
my head rested up against the back.  I watched intently as he quickly 
stuffed his cock back in me again and started banging me again.

"Damn Andreas," my dad said, walking up beside us with his hard cock 
standing out from his crotch, "How long you going to fuck that bitch?"

"Don't worry John," Andreas laughed as he kept fucking me without missing 
a beat, "You'll get your chance soon... Watch now, I'm going to COVER 
this slut with cum!"

He pulled out of me yet again and started stroking his cock furiously.  
It only took a few seconds before a gigantic load of cum erupted, leaving 
a trail from the top of my head, down my face and over my boobs all the 
way down to my stomach!  Damn he could shoot some cum!  The first shot 
was followed by another almost as big, this time some of it falling into 
my open mouth and the rest over my torso.  He still had several more 
loads in reserve and he leaned over me to shoot them on one boob and then 
the other.

"Hey, now how's that?" Andreas said triumphantly to my dad, "God, just 
look at the little cum slut.  You know, I love seeing a girl with cum all 
over her."

He turned back to me and put one knee up on the couch next to me and then 
took his cock in his hand and used it to spread his cum all over my boobs 
and stomach until I was literally coating with cum.  The cum in my mouth 
tasted bitter, more so than most, but I still managed to smile and pushed 
it forward to my lips so he could see it bubbling from my mouth.  I used 
a couple of fingers to wipe the rest of it from my face into my mouth and 
then swallowed it all in one big gulp.

"Wow Andreas," my dad exclaimed, "Looks she likes your cum!  Look at her 
swallow it down like candy."

I looked at my dad and grinned saying, "So what about you.  Are you going 
to just stand there or fuck me?"

Andreas laughed and sat on the end of the couch.  "Yeah, she's a genuine 
cum slut all right.  I can spot 'em a mile away.  Look at the way she's 
eying your dick.  Yeah, she wants more."

My dad took control and smiled at me.  It was sort of weird being in this 
situation as you might expect.  Suddenly it was like he was just another 
guy, not my father.  The look in his eyes was the same I've seen in 
dozens of other men as they approached me with the intent to fuck me.  It 
was almost animal- like, his male instinct and lust combined to create 
this intense desire to have sex with the female in front of him as his, 
to take her as his mate.

"Lay down girl and suck my cock while John fucks you," Andreas cut in, 
breaking my concentration.  "Damn bitch, I would have thought that little 
pussy would've had enough by now!"

I looked at Andreas and then smiled at my dad saying.  "Well, I think it 
can handle a little more," I responded with a bit of a smirk.

I laid on my side and put my head in Andreas' lap where I started to suck 
his cock slowly.  The scent of my pussy was on him, mixed in with the 
bitter flavor of his sperm.  It was an intoxicating mixture and I loved 
the taste of it in my mouth.

As I sucked Andreas, my dad lifted one of my legs onto the top of the 
couch and pushed the other off the side, revealing my pussy to him like 
some pole dancer on stage.  He straddled my lower leg and guided his cock 
into me.  It was like being in heaven as I felt his hard dick slide into 
me, joining father and daughter once again.  Yes indeed, my dad was 
finally fucking me – and with this guy watching who didn't have a clue 
that I was his daughter.

"Looking good John!" Andreas called out to him, "Shit, that reminds me.  
Isn't she about your daughter's age?"

"Yeah but my daughter's not a whore," he replied with a grin.

Andreas laughed and then patted me on the head like I was a good puppy or 
something.  

"Well, can you imagine what her daddy would say if he saw his little girl 
now?"

"Probably be pretty proud of her for being such a good fuck!"

Andreas laughed even harder at that one responding with, "Oh yeah, 
right."

Andreas was in a chatty mood it appeared.  He laughed some more and then 
asked my dad, "So you think she fucks her daddy this good?  You know, it 
wouldn't surprise me if this cute little whore was a daddyfucker.  She 
has that look or whatever.  What do you say girl, do you fuck your daddy?  
Probably your brother too."

It was all I could do to keep from braking out in laughter.  I didn't 
dare look at my dad as I am sure we would have never been able to keep 
from giving ourselves away.  Instead I let go of Andreas' cock and looked 
up at him with a grin on my face.

"Of course my daddy fucks me," I said in teasing tone, "Besides, who else 
would my mommy use to teach me to suck dick so good?"

My dad nearly choked trying to keep his composure but Andreas totally 
misread his reaction.

"Ha!  I knew it.  Shit, don't be such a fucking conservative lawyer John, 
he taunted my dad.  "Don't try to tell me you never dreamed of fucking 
your daughter.  Hell, I have two of them and I can't tell you how many 
nights I've spent masturbating about them."

He pushed my head down deeper into his crotch as he continued.

"Of course, my girls aren't in the same league as our little whore here 
and God knows, I would never touch them for all the world." From the way 
his cock was quivering, Andreas seemed to be getting off on all this talk 
about me being fucked by my dad and so he just kept going on and on about 
it.

"So tell me daddyfucker, what would he say if he saw you now?  I bet 
daddy would be pretty pissed off knowing his personal piece of ass was 
out hitting the streets – or does he pimp for you?  Yea, I bet that's it, 
daddy gets off from it doesn't he, sending you out to fuck other men and 
then coming home to satisfy him with their cum in you."

My dad was still fucking me slowly but I could tell from the tense grip 
of his hands on me that he wasn't exactly thrilled with where this was 
all going.

"C'mon Andreas, you don't have to humiliate her."

Andreas chuckled and replied, "Sorry John, didn't mean to hit a sore 
spot.  Someday you'll have to let me meet your daughter though.  You 
know, I've heard guys talk in the office about her and she has quite the 
reputation for being the hottest daughter in the firm!  What was all this 
about her costume at the last Christmas party, anyway?"

My dad just shook his head and kept fucking me, "Yea, she's pretty hot 
Andreas.  Although after hearing you now, I wouldn't let her get within a 
hundred yards of you!"

Andreas laughed and held his cock under my mouth.  "Well, I'll say one 
thing, whoever's daughter she is certainly did one hell of job teaching 
her to suck cock.  God look at her, she can take the whole thing – my 
wife could never even get half it down before she gagged."

Deep-throating was my specialty and I had held it in reserve until now 
but it worked to get him to change the subject.  I didn't mind talking 
about being fucked by my dad but it was too surreal to be fucked by my 
dad at the same time he was pretending to talk about his daughter at 
home.  Andreas groaned as his cock went down my throat.  I could only 
hold it there for a few seconds and once I almost did gag but I managed 
to hold it all in despite it all.

"You ready to cum yet John?  Andreas asked, "Looks like she needs another 
coat of cum if you ask me."

My dad normally never came on me, almost always either doing it in my 
mouth or pussy.  The few times he came on my face or boobs was when he 
would masturbate while I was sleeping.  Then he would cum in my hair, 
face or boobs so when I woke up later I knew he had been there right next 
to me as I was asleep, masturbating as he dreamed of fucking me and then 
spraying me as I slept.

I think tonight he had been planning to cum in my pussy but Andreas was 
expecting him to spray me and it would have been hard to explain how I 
preferred to have my dad leave his sperm inside of me.  My dad groaned 
and I could feel his cock in me getting ready to explode.

At the last second he pulled his dick out of me.  Actually it was a 
fraction of a second late as it was spraying as it came out of my pussy, 
leaving a little cum in me as it left a trail in the reverse order of 
Andreas' first shot – starting from my pussy and working its way to my 
boobs.  He let the rest of it cover my tits and I used my hands to 
spreads it over me like lotion, licking the rest off my hands when I was 
finished.  My dad's cum tasted so much better than Andreas' did but I was 
going to say anything about it.

"NOW she looks like a good whore," Andreas crowed, "Yes sir, nothing like 
a nice covering of cum to complete the look."

Both cocks were now in front of my face and I alternated between the two 
of them.  Andreas was back to being hard again – not a bad feat for a guy 
his age.  I had not expected him to go on but he was apparently ready to 
get his money's worth although technically it was my dad who had "paid" 
for me tonight.  

"What do you say John?" he asked, "Let's take this party outside."

"Outside?" my dad questioned.  "I meant outside of the room," Andreas 
said.  "I always wanted to fuck a girl in an elevator and she's the 
perfect one."

My dad looked at me and I just shrugged.  It really didn't bother me and 
after all, I'd never been fucked in an elevator before either so why not?

I grabbed my dress and thong and was going to head for the bathroom but 
Andreas grabbed me by the arm and stopped me.

"Hang on there slut.  Now just where do you think you're going?" he 
asked,  "Forget the dress, just throw on a coat and leave the cum on you.  
I want a dirty whore to fuck in the elevator."

Once again I looked at my dad who just shrugged his shoulders.  The cum 
had pretty much dried on me already and frankly it was itching just a bit 
so I would have preferred to have washed it off but I could live with it.  
I put on my mom's coat and the guys dressed quickly although I noticed 
Andreas didn't bother with his boxer shorts.

When they were ready we headed to the elevators.  There weren't that many 
people using them at the time and one came almost immediately when we 
pushed the buttons.  As soon as we got in my dad hit the button for the 
top floor and off we went.

Andreas didn't waste a second as he turned me to face the wall and pulled 
my feet back and spread my legs apart.  He lifted the coat sand I heard 
his pants unzip.  For an old guy he sure could maintain an erection!  
Within five second of the door closing he was fucking me again!  I can't 
say I was getting all that much from the fucking itself but there was 
something about doing it in such as public place that was a turn-on.

The elevator soon reached its destination and my dad stood in front of us 
as the door opened.  Nobody seemed to be there so my dad checked and saw 
nobody was on their way either so he held the "door open" button and kept 
watch while Andreas kept on fucking me in the back of the elevator.

Whether it was the location or what but unlike most men who take much 
longer to cum the second time, Andreas was surprisingly fast this time.  
It was only a few minutes and he was ready to go!  My dad was having a 
fit with the door as it kept wanting to close, but he managed to keep it 
open and fortunately not a soul had tried using the elevator on that 
floor.

"Mmmmmmm, take my cum whore," Andreas panted, "tell me you want it."

I actually did so it wasn't hard to respond.  "Oh yea, cum in me……God I 
want you to cum inside of me!"

Well, cum in me he did although his load was noticeably smaller than his 
first.  As big as he was I could feel his cum emerging from his cock much 
deeper in me than when I was with most guys.

"Oh yea," Andreas moaned, "take my cum baby!"

He emptied himself in me and then pulled out and let my coat drop back 
down.  My dad let go of the door button and pressed the button for our 
floor.  Back on our floor the door opened and several people were waiting 
there.  Although they had no idea what had just happened in the elevator 
I'm sure they had to wonder what a girl my age was doing heading for a 
hotel room with two older guys in tow.  Oh well, who really cared?

Back in the room Andreas plopped down in the chair and let out a big 
breath.  "Damn, that was hot!  It's been a long time since I came twice 
in one evening!"

He laid his head back and suddenly it was like someone had turned off a 
light switch and he was asleep!  Now I had a lot of guys want to just 
roll over and go to sleep after cumming but this had to be the world 
record.  I walked over to him and look at him – he was passed out and I 
had a feeling wouldn't be conscious again for the rest of the evening.


Chapter 6 – My Dad Gets His Turn
================================

Turning to my dad, I hugged him and looked up at his eyes with a grin on 
my face.

"So I'm some sort of daddyfucker, eh?" I tease him.

"You know it baby.  Damn you were hot tonight by the way." he said with a 
soft voice.  "Why don't you head home and when I get back you can fuck 
your daddy again tonight?

I dropped my coat and put my hands on my hips, "Why not fuck me now?" I 
asked, "After all, you DO know I haven't cum yet tonight?"

My dad's mouth opened and he looked a bit surprised at my revelation.

"Damn baby, I'm sorry.  I guess I was more worried about what he was 
doing to you and didn't think about you that way." He kissed me and then 
pulled back laughing a bit.  "You know, you really DO need a shower.  
What do you say we share one?"

I smiled at that and slipped off the heels – damn THAT felt good!  My dad 
quickly undressed and we headed for the bathroom, leaving Sleeping Beauty 
behind.  The shower was smaller than ours at home and had a curtain 
instead of doors which were a pain but I wasn't worried about 
technicalities.  I adjusted the water temperature and stepped inside with 
my dad close behind – literally!

I stood up straight as my dad soaped me down, scrubbing the crusty cum 
that covered my boobs and face.  In return, I stroked his wet and 
slippery cock with my hand as he rinsed me off, feeling him swelling in 
my hand a little more with each stroke.  By the time I was clean he as 
hard enough to fuck me and I turned around to lean against the end of the 
shower away from the spray.  Turning my head, I looked at my dad with a 
loving look.

"Fuck me daddy," I said softly, "Fuck me the way a daddy fucks his 
daughter.  I want to be your little girl again, not a whore."

My dad reached between my legs and pushed a finger up into my cunt.  "Ah 
baby, I love you," he said softly, "You'll always be my little girl."

He positioned his cock under me and closed my eyes in anticipation.  
Slowly his cock pushed it way into my cum soaked et pussy as I felt the 
spray of the shower strike me in the back and run down through the crack 
in my ass.

"Mmmmmmm, Kelly," my dad said gently in my ear, "This is how I want you, 
slow and gentle, like when you were a little girl and I wanted to show 
you how much I loved you."

There was just something different now as he fucked me, something more 
intimate and loving than before.  This wasn't playacting anymore.  I 
think that is why I didn't cum earlier.  I wanted my daddy to fuck me, 
not have my daddy pretend he wasn't my daddy and then fucking me.  I 
loved fucking other guys but this was special, intimate, loving.

My dad finally pulled out of me and turned off the shower.  Carefully he 
lifted me in his arms and set me down on the sink counter top.  Spreading 
my legs apart he pulled me to the edge so my pussy was right on the edge 
of the counter top.  He stepped between my legs and I then lifted them up 
and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him into me.

I looked in my dad's eyes and softly said, "Oh fuck me... please fuck me 
like my daddy."

I felt a tear form and next thing I knew I was balling my eyes out as I 
put my arms around his neck and lifted my hips up to him.  He entered me 
and for the next few minutes we just held each other close, not moving or 
saying a word.  I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me and I felt 
so secure in his arms as he mated with me.  It wasn't really right to 
call this moment fucking, it really was more like a mating ritual.  Not 
that I wanted to bear his child or anything – god no!  Yet what we shared 
was more than just physical, there was an intimacy and respect involved 
that I would expect some day when I make love to my husband with the 
intent to truly mate and bear his child.  My dad was definitely NOT my 
lover, he was my dad and I never felt him as anything else but I knew 
only one person could ever make me feel this way when we were joined and 
that was going to be my husband.

Slowly my dad began to slide in and out of me.  We stayed holding each 
other while his hips swung in and out, forcing himself into me and then 
out again.  It was so gentle, so loving, so much better than what 
Andreas' had done to me earlier.  Oh sure I liked him fucking me but my 
dad was making me feel loved – something Andreas certainly didn't do.  It 
took a while but my dad eventually came in me that way – slow and soft.  
I welcomed his cum inside of me, a symbol of his love for me.  After he 
came we held each other again, still in each other’s arms, just holding 
on to the moment.  I think I will always remember that moment, when after 
an evening of pure sex and fucking my dad showed me how simple it was to 
demonstrate his love and respect for me.

We dressed and my dad left a note for Andreas saying he would meet him 
Monday morning at the office.  There was no need for me to take a taxi 
home with my dad there.  I rode next to him and massaged his cock gently 
though his pants the entire trip home.  I wasn't trying to get him off, I 
just wanted to feel him and remember how wonderful he had made me feel 
tonight.

I love my Dad!

THE END