Subject:     Private Bachelor Party
Story Codes: MF exhib oral incest father daughter
Diary Date:  August 19, 2007 
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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I’ve done a couple of bachelor parties, both involving rather large 
groups of men.  I was about to learn that not all bachelor parties 
require a dozen horny guys dying to fuck me.  Indeed, when you come down 
to it, all that’s really needed is the groom!

Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 – Dad Gets Horny and Needs Me 
   Chapter 2 – Dad Asks a Favor 
   Chapter 3 – Stripping 
   Chapter 4 – Getting Claire’s Attention
   Chapter 5 – How Far Will They Go?
   Chapter 6 – Clair Finally Reacts

 
Chapter 1 – My Dad Gets Horny and Needs Me
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Bachelor parties can be a lot of fun, especially when you’re the only 
girl there.  How can I possible describe the naughty feeling I get as I 
look around and see a dozen or so guys with their hard dicks in their 
hands, each of them wishing more than anything else in the world that 
they will be the next in line to fuck me?

If you think THAT’S hard to explain, it’s even more difficult to express 
the thrill I get when a man, literally hours away from taking a vow to 
devote his life to one woman, has so much lust for me that he forgets 
about his fiancé for the moment and fucks me.  Really, to think that 
people actually wonder why I enjoy doing these things!

Until now I’d only done two such parties.  Both parties were while I was 
away at college and none of them involved anyone from anywhere even close 
to my home in the Pittsburgh area.  Now that I’d graduated and lived at 
home, I figured the odds of getting involved in anything like that again 
were slim to none.  They were fond memories, though, something to look 
back upon as a part of growing up

As was typically the case, it was my dad that presented me with a new 
opportunity.  For whatever reason, it seemed to turn my dad on to have 
people think his daughter was some sort of prostitute or whore, 
especially if he got to fuck me in front of them.  Of course, they knew 
that that he was my father but the important thing was that HE knew.  
Once he had asked me and my younger cousin Kristi to help out with some 
business clients who had no idea who we really were and how we were 
related.  We all had a great time so I guess I shouldn't have been 
surprised when he came to me one night with a new, but somewhat related 
proposal.

“Hey baby, you busy?” he asked, sticking his head in my bedroom through 
the open door.

One look should have told him all I was doing was chatting on my computer 
but as always, he was trying to be polite, something I appreciated about 
my dad.

It was fairly late and so I was dressed in one of my typical night-time 
outfits.  In this case that meant one of his white t-shirts although more 
often I would steal a dress shirt from his closet to wear around the 
house.  The t-shirt was pretty baggy on me but with me sitting on the 
chair with my legs folded up under me, I suppose it didn't leave a lot to 
the imagination, at least in the downstairs areas of my body.  Actually, 
I caught him taking in a good look at my ass and I just smile as I knew 
he loved to look at it – and usually a lot more as well.

“No daddy, it’s OK,” I replied, a grin on my face., “C’mon in, I was just 
chatting with some horny guys.”

I was smiling because I assumed that he was horny and looking for a 
blowjob or maybe even to fuck me.  My dad is more of a morning sex type 
of man so it was unusual, although certainly not unheard of, for him to 
be seeking me out later in the evening for sex.  Still, there were those 
nights when I knew he got himself worked up watching porn or something on 
TV and needed some “relief” before he went to bed.  My mom was working 
the evening shift so it was just the two of us.  Had she been home I had 
no doubt he would have sought out her talents first but for now it was a 
choice between me or his hand.  Some choice!

My dad came in my room and stood behind me, his large hands working my 
shoulders gently as he looked to see what I was doing on the computer.

“Damn girl, you’re one hell of a tease, you know that, don't you?”

He was right.  I had four separate chat windows up and trying to keep up 
conversations with each of them.  Needless to say, all four were 
expressing in their own way how much they wanted to fuck me and I was 
replying by telling them how much I desired them as well.  It was all a 
game but still, I enjoyed it.  I’d never meet any of them so what 
difference did it make what I said to them?  We both got to fantasize and 
feel good so no harm, no foul.  As he watched me chat for a while, an 
invitation to watch a guy’s web cam popped up.

“What’s that?” my dad asked.  I explained how the web cam thing worked to 
him and then he asked, “Why do they want you to watch them?”

“Probably because they want to show me how they masturbate,” I replied, 
trying to sound nonchalant about it.

My dad chuckled at that and I felt his hands tighten on my shoulders as 
he said, “You’re kidding me, they’re going to jerk off so you can watch?  
Why?  What do they expect from you?  You don’t even have a cam.”

He was right about the lack of a cam.  For years I had asked for one and 
for years he had adamantly refused to buy me one.  It was all the fault 
of some girl down the street that exposed her boobs briefly to tease her 
boyfriend (soon to be EX boyfriend) who captured a few frames and then 
posed them all over school.  It was a lesson for me as well since at the 
time I hadn’t known such a thing could even be done!  Our school didn’t 
allow cams either, citing the battle against temptation as the primary 
reason for the ban.  Well, I have to admit they were right as I’m sure I 
would have caved in sooner or later and exposed myself.

“Sometimes I send them pics of me to cum on,” I explained

“Nothing nude I hope.”

“Oh daddy, I know better than THAT!”

“Well, just wanted to be sure.”

By then the guy’s cam had turned on and sure enough, there he was, seated 
in front of his computer, stark naked with a dick that was already hard 
and pointed upwards to the ceiling.  For the next five to ten minutes we 
chatted while my dad looked on, totally amazed at what was happening on 
the screen.  As it turned out, the guy already had a photo of me that I’d 
sent him earlier and it didn't take long for him to hold his dick over it 
and squirt cum all over a photo of me standing in a green dress, exposing 
my leg and trying to look suggestive.

“Damn, he did it!” my dad exclaimed, “I still can’t believe someone would 
do this live on a cam!  Is he nuts or what?”

As he spoke his hands moved down inside my t-shirt on front until each 
was holding onto one of my boobs.  My nipples reacted to his touch almost 
instantly and I squirmed as he massaged me.

“Does watching him turn you on?” he wondered.

“Yeah, I think it’s cool when guys do that just for me,” I confessed.

“Doesn’t it make you want the real thing sometimes?”

I reached up and felt his hands through the cotton material of my t-shirt 
as they continued to play with my boobs.

“Oh daddy, you already know the answer to THAT!” I giggled.

I felt something on my shoulder and then on the side of my neck.  
Reaching up, I grabbed onto his dick that he had laid over my shoulder 
and then twisted around in the chair, He lifted his hands out of my t-
shirt as I did so I could face him over the backside of my desk chair.

“Mmmmmmm, looks like something needs some special love and attention,” I 
murmured softly, stroking his dick slowly with my hand.

“It needs YOU,” he said in a low voice back to me, running his fingers 
through my hair as I reached out with my tongue and just licked his dick 
once, as if taking a first taste of a new popsicle.

“That’s it Kelly... put your mouth on it,” he said hoarsely, as if I 
needed to be told to do that.

Being he WAS my dad, he liked to be in control, even if he knew I was 
already headed in that direction.  It made me feel good to know that my 
father knew that he could ask me to do anything and I would do it for 
him.  In fact, I can’t think of a single time I have ever refused to do 
something he wanted me to do, at least sexually.

Of course, one of the major contributors to that behavior was that I 
trusted him explicitly to never ask me to do anything that he knew I 
would not enjoy or like.  For instance, I know my dad likes anal sex yet 
he has never demanded that I do it with him, even though he knows if he 
did that I would let him fuck my ass, despite any feeling I might have 
against it.  It was only because I trusted him so much and knew that he 
loved and respected me so, that I could submit myself to him totally and 
without reservation.  He is the ONLY man with whom I can say I have ever 
done that with, at least until I get married someday and have a husband 
of my own..

I opened my mouth and he immediately leaned forward to push his dick 
inside without waiting for me to do anything more.  I felt the warmth of 
his semi-hard cock as it filled my mouth and then the feel of his thick 
bushy pubic hair as it pressed against my face.  His crotch odor was a 
strong mixture of sweat from the day mixed with the male musk of his 
growing sexual desires.

“Damn, that feels so good,” he whispered hoarsely as I went to work on 
his cock.

It’s been over six years now since the first time I sucked my dad’s dick 
and I could never even begin to guess how many times I’ve had my head 
between his legs since.  I knew his cock like the back of my hand; where 
it was sensitive, how he liked my tongue to touch him, when he wanted my 
hand to hold it and when he wanted just my mouth on him.  If we were in a 
rush, I could make him cum in a couple of minutes or I could drag it out 
for over an hour, bringing him to the brink of an orgasm and then pulling 
back from the edge just enough to let his precum flow freely but not 
quite to where he would orgasm.

At this point I wasn't quite sure what he wanted so I played it by ear 
and waited for him to give me some idea or signal as to what he desired.

“Do you want me to fuck you baby?” he asked gently.  Actually, I knew it 
wasn't really a question but my dad always loved it when I “initiated” 
things, even if he was the true instigator.  He wasn't really asking me 
if I wanted to fuck him, he was telling me to tell him that I wanted to 
fuck him.

“Oh yes daddy, I want you to fuck me,” I said, stroking his now rigid 
cock in my  hand as I looked up and met his eyes with mine, “Please fuck 
me daddy... Put your cock in me... PLEASE!”

“Stand up and turn around,” he directed me, like I was some whore in a 
porn movie but I knew that wasn’t his intention.  My dad may jokingly 
call me a “little slut” now and then but I knew he respected me as a 
woman and a person more than anyone else.

“Bend over more,” he said, putting his hand on the small of my back and 
pressing on me, “Now spread your legs apart more.”

Once I’d “assumed the position”, he put one hand on each of my butt 
cheeks and pushed them outward to better expose my pussy to him.

“God you have such a beautiful butt,” he sighed, talking more to himself 
then me.

I loved it when he touched my butt and squeezed it the way he was now.  
I’ve always been proud of my ass.  Even as a little girl I use to flaunt 
my ass when my mom would dress me in silly little dresses or a two-piece 
swim suit.  Even though back then I didn’t understand the true nature of 
the looks men would give me, I did realize that I was getting their 
attention and that was what was most important to me back then.

“Ohhhhhh,” I instinctively moaned as I felt his dick pressing up against 
my pussy hole, working its way into me slowly but surely.

I loved it when my dad entered me this way to start – nice and slow, 
allowing me to feel my pussy expand to take him in and then feel each 
inch of his shaft as he slowly but firmly pushed it into me.  As he 
pushed he rotated his hips to make his cock circle in me, almost like a 
drill bit was being forced inside of me (hence the phrase “screwing”?).  
It was one continuous, deliberate slow move as he disappeared inside of 
me a little bit more with each passing second.  Finally his crotch 
pressed against my butt and he jerked forward, pushing himself that last 
little bit into me.

“Mmmmmmm, I love the feel of your dick in me daddy,” I purred like a 
content kitten.

My dad didn’t respond but then he started to slowly stroke his dick in 
and out of me, as if he was trying to savor each moment of his dick’s 
motion as my pussy gripped it and held onto it as it tried to move.  The 
best part was when his shaft pulled out to the point that just the head 
of his dick was in me, the extra thickness of it stretching out the 
opening to my pussy that little extra but that felt so good!  Then he 
would push it back in and I would close down on his shaft as the head 
penetrated me like a mole burrowing its way up inside of me.

As my dad continued to fuck me, we kept moving slightly on the floor as 
his thrusts would push me forward and I had to struggle to maintain my 
balance.  Without his hands on my bare hips I would have surely tumbled 
forward onto my face as hard as he would hit my firm ass with his horny 
crotch.  Eventually I was close enough to my bed that I fell forward and 
caught myself using my hands on the edge while he continued to drill me 
from behind.

“Get up on your bed,” he told me as he unexpectedly pulled his dick from 
my pussy.

What could I say?  I got on all fours on my bed, assuming he would 
continue doggy-style but instead he got up on the bed with me laying on 
my side in front of him as he positioned himself behind me in a spooning 
position.  I could feel his stiff dick poking me in my back as he wiggled 
up closer to me.  His strong arm reached around me and clutched one of my 
boobs, squeezing it and kneading it like bread.  I raised my upper leg 
and rested my foot on his leg while stretching my lower leg straight out.  
Reaching down, I grabbed his magical dick and positioned it back again to 
the entrance of my wet pussy hole.

My reward was the feeling of him thrusting forward, easily driving his 
dick into what was now a soaking wet pussy.  His hot breath was on my 
neck as he nuzzled his mouth against me, kissing and licking my neck and 
ears.  It was an incredible feeling to be in my father’s arms with his 
cock buried inside of me, to be actually physically coupled together as 
he kissed me and licked me.

“Mmmmmmm, you’re such a hot fuck,” he whispered in my ear as his dick 
bored into me.

“And you have a wonderful dick daddy,” I replied, “It feels SO good when 
you fuck me this way.  I love it.”

“God, I’m so close... almost there,” he groaned as his thrusts became 
more extreme and he started to stroked faster and faster in me.

“Cum in me daddy,” I pleaded softly, “I want you to cum inside of me.”

It wasn't like I really had to ask him but I knew he liked to hear me say 
it.  When he was fucking me like this there was no turning back, no 
pulling out, no stopping him.  He loved to cum inside of me more than 
anything and I knew it.  There were times he would cum in my mouth but 
usually that was when all I was giving him was a blowjob.  No, my 
father’s preference was clearly to cum in my pussy.  Just as I had 
wondered earlier how many times I had sucked his cock so far, I also was 
curious how much cum he had pumped into me over that time.  It had to be 
in the gallons by now!

“Oh god Kelly, I’m cumming baby!” he groaned as his body stiffened and I 
felt him push himself into me as deep as he could, depositing his sperm 
inside of me as far as he reach.

“Mmmmmmm, I love you daddy,” I whispered to him as his orgasm finished 
and laid behind me with himself still in me.  I dropped my leg and let 
his cock nestle between my thighs as it barely stayed in me when it 
shriveled back down in size.

“You know you’ll always be my baby girl,” he whispered in my ear as he 
kissed the side of my neck, “You’ll always be mine.”

“Oh yes daddy, I’ll always be yours,” I answered him back softly.

Indeed, I would always be his little girl, his only daughter, the only 
girl in the world he could fuck like this.  No other woman in the world 
could claim to be his daughter, to feel his incestuous cum spill into her 
the way I get to when he fucks me.  


Chapter 2 – My Dad Asks a Favor
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As we laid there backing the afterglow of our sex, I remembered that all 
this has started with my dad wanting to say something to me.

“Daddy, was there something you were going to ask me?” I finally said, 
breaking the silence in the room.

“Oh yeah, there WAS something I had meant to do when I came in your 
room,: he said, and then added, “Besides fuck the most perfect daughter 
in the world that is.”

“Oh daddy, stop that!” I said playfully back to him.

He then explained to me a situation at work that he needed some help 
with.  As soon as I heard it involved his office my ears perked up since 
anytime in the past the subject was raised it ended up in some really 
wild situation.  This time one of the partners had a son who was getting 
married.  His dad was looking to upstage the regular bachelor party by 
bringing in a hooker to spend the night with his son – sort of a private 
bachelor party.

Since my dad had arranged prostitutes for clients in the past (of course, 
the guy didn’t know he was using me instead of some street walker), he 
thought maybe my dad might have some advice on finding one suitable for 
his son.  The biggest concern he seemed to have was that he didn’t want 
to be directly involved.  He just wanted someone to help take care of his 
son.  “Plausible deniability” is the term I believe guys like to use in 
such circumstances.

Immediately I had a ton of questions.  Who was it?  How old was his son?  
What if his fiancé ever found out?  How was I suppose to meet him if it 
wasn't a party?  Was I just stripping for him or was sex expected as well 
– and to what extent?

In the end I knew I would said yes regardless of the answers.  Really, 
what’s a girl to say when her dad’s dick was still in her after a good 
fucking and he asks her to do a simple favor for him?  Besides, it 
sounded like fun!  As we got out of bed and cleaned up, he explained the 
plan he had worked out and how we would pull it off.  It all sounded 
perfect to me and I couldn’t wait until the day arrived.

As it turned out, the only night that worked out close to the wedding day 
was Sunday.  Apparently the night before he was being taken out by his 
best man for a more traditional bachelor party.  The wedding was the 
following weekend and this wasn't the sort of thing you typically did 
during the week with work and all that day.  I didn’t think there was any 
blasphemous with doing it on a Sunday so that aspect didn’t bother me at 
all.  

My dad already had it all worked out for me – the schedule, the timing, 
even what to wear.  He had even gone out and bought me a new black lace 
bra with a matching thong and hose.  Of course he made me model it for 
him to make sure it was OK for the evening’s events!  It didn’t hurt to 
practice stripping it off in front of someone either.  Rather than change 
when I got there, my dad set out a long winter fur coat that came below 
my knees.  I immediately recognized it as one of my mom’s but he swore 
that she had given permission for me to wear it.  Oh well, it’s not like 
I would be wearing it all that much anyway.

In preparation for the evening, I took a long hot shower and shaved my 
legs and pussy until they were as silky smooth as a baby’s behind.  I 
touched my clit with my fingers and instantly felt that sensation I so 
much enjoyed.  I quickly removed my hand as a few more seconds and it 
would’ve been impossible to pry it from my pussy until I had finished 
masturbating.  Well, there was going to be plenty of opportunity to get 
myself off later without doing it now!

When I was finally ready I presented myself for “inspection” to my 
parents.  My mom, who knew everything that was being plotted by me and my 
dad, just smiled when she saw me in my outfit.  She knew my dad had 
bought it for me and how much it must have excited him to see it on me 
that first time.  She was still grilling my dad on his plans, though.  
One thing about my mom, she always was on the look-out for my well-being.  
It’s not that my dad didn’t mean to but she knew that sometimes his lust 
clouded his judgment and he tried to do things that he would have later 
regretted had she not stepped in.

It was about a half hour drive to get to the house and on the way my dad 
didn’t say a whole lot.  I wondered if now that we were getting close to 
actually doing it that he wasn't having second thoughts.  It wasn’t the 
fact that I was expecting to be fucked by some guy I didn’t know, THAT 
certainly wasn’t anything new for him to digest.  I had a feeling that he 
was more concerned about leaving me alone in the house with some strange 
guy.

“OK, now you know what to do if anything goes wrong, right?” he asked me 
for what must have been the third or fourth time.

“Dad!” I finally whined at him, “It’s not like I’m still a kid you know.  
I HAVE had a bit of experience in this sort of thing before, or have you 
forgotten?”

“Trust me, I will NEVER forget.  Sorry but I just want everything to go 
perfect for you.”

I smiled at him and sat silently for the rest of the drive.  Indeed, I 
knew he loved me dearly and would never do anything or allow anything to 
hurt me.  He had to be turned on thinking about what was going to be 
happening to his daughter in the next hour or so.  Like, what father 
wouldn't be turned on to be dropping his daughter off at a strange guy’s 
house to be fucked like some cheap hooker?

We finally arrived at the house and I was impressed.  I didn’t know at 
the time if it was his, his father’s or whose it might be.  It was a huge 
two story colonial with a giant attached three car garage.  The 
landscaping was impeccable and the entire place had this air of wealth 
and expensive taste about it.  My dad pulled into the circular drive and 
turned in his seat towards me.

“Well baby, are you ready?”

I just nodded at him vigorously, unsure of my voice as I prepared to get 
out.

“You know what to do if something goes wrong, right?” he asked yet again.  
This time I just waved at him and ignored him.


Chapter 3 – Stripping
=====================

Walking up the entranceway, I arrived at the large double doors and rang 
the doorbell.  A young guy answered the door and looked at me with a 
curious expression.  I guess it’s not every day a girl on al long fur 
coat and heels shows up at your door.

“Ummmmm, can I help you?” he asked politely but not opening the door for 
me to enter.

“Hi Brad, I’m Kathy and your dad sent me along with this.”

I handed him his dad’s business card which had a note scrawled on the 
back of it.  It simply said I was a gift from the “old man” and his for 
the night to do with whatever he wanted.

“So let me get this straight,” he asked me with a look of bewilderment on 
his face, “Are you some kind of hooker or what?”

I tried to look a little crestfallen and then looked back up at him and 
smiled.

“Well, I like to think of me more as your entertainment for the evening,” 
I said as seductively as possible, “Do you mind if I come in Brad?”

He seemed hesitant and if anything, a little distracted.  Then I heard 
something that chilled me.

“Honey, who is it?”

Oh crap, his fiancé was there!  This was one situation my dad hadn’t 
prepared me for, that was for sure.  Just as I was about to bail out and 
run back to the SUV, a girl appeared behind Brad.

“Brad... who is she?  What does she want?”

Poor Brad looked a little stressed to say the least.  He didn’t seem to 
know what to say so he handed her the business card.  She looked at it 
and then flipped it over and read the back of handed the business card to 
her.  As she read it, she looked at me and then back at the card and then 
back at me again.  Her eyes widened a bit but surprisingly she didn’t 
seem to be nearly as shocked as her fiancé was.

“You know, this sounds like something your asshole father would do,” she 
said accusingly to him, “I guess last night wasn't enough?”

“Honey, let’s not start into that again,” Brad said, trying to somehow 
extricate himself out of the mess his dad had put him in, “Don't worry 
honey, I’ll just tell her to leave.”

“The hell you will,” she protested, much to my surprise – and Brad’s.  I 
was frozen in place, standing there feeling very much like I wanted to 
crawl under the nearest rock.  This wasn’t exactly how I had envisioned 
this at all.  Just as I was about to turn around and just leave without 
another word, she called out to me.

“Well get your ass in here girl and do your thing.  We wouldn’t want to 
disappoint his rich daddy now, would we?” she said in a tone that was 
definitely not a reflection of her words.  “We wouldn’t want to piss off 
your precious daddy and have him cut you out of the will, would we?”

“For crying out loud, what are you doing Claire?” he grimaced, looking at 
me and then back in her as if he was now totally confused.  I didn’t 
blame him.  I was confused as hell myself!

“Your daddy’s already paid the whore so let her in and make her earn the 
money.”

“What?” he whined, “Are you serious Claire?”

His fiancé pushed past him and opened the door for me, motioning me to 
come in.  There wasn't much politeness in her eyes, though, the way she 
was glaring at me.  Brad was starting to look like he might be happy with 
the way things were going.  You could almost see the letter he was 
writing in his head.  “Dear Penthouse, you would never believe what my 
fiancé let me do the week before our wedding...”  Well, he was pretty 
naïve if he thought it was going to be THAT easy.

“Oh no Brad, don’t think you’re getting off the hook THAT easy,” she 
continued as I stepped inside and she closed the door behind me, “You get 
to watch her do her thing, BUT I get to watch too.”

It was like a balloon deflating as Brad’s shoulders dipped and his face 
was almost comical in the way he was looking so distressed.

“Well, you don’t think I’m going to trust you with her alone, do you?  
Especially after what happened last night, do you think I’m stupid or 
what?”

Whatever had happened at his bachelor party the night before, it must 
have been pretty good as he grimaced again, as if she had sucker punched 
him squarely in the stomach.  Something told me that he had been a bad 
boy at his bachelor party and someone had squealed on him to Claire.

Claire herded us into what looked to be the family room or at least some 
sort of entertainment center.  There was a huge flat-screen TV, what 
looked to be an incredible sound system, chairs and couches along with 
games tables and pinball machines plus an assortment of other games and 
flashing lights.  She pushed Brad back into a large brown leather couch 
in the middle of the room which looked to be the primary seating location 
for watching TV.  She took a seat at the end of the room on a bar stool.  
That left me standing in the middle of the room with my mom’s fur coat 
still wrapped tightly around me.

“Well?” she huffed, staring at me like I was a lab rat in some bizarre 
experiment.  “I’ve always wondered what a stripper does for these type of 
private performances... let’s see it.”

Oh well, it could have gone worse so I pulled out a CD from my coat 
pocket and handed it to Brad.  He put it in the player and started the 
music.  As he took his seat again as the music started.  The first song 
was one of my all-time favorites when it came to teasing men.  Simply 
stated, “Doncha” by the Pussycat Dolls has got to be one of the most 
played songs in every strip club in the world!  My heart started to beat 
faster as the music started.

As surreal as the situation had become, at the same time I couldn't help 
but feel a little horny having the two of them watching me.  Obviously he 
WANTED to enjoy watching me but with his fiancé seated right behind him I 
figured he would be a little muted in his reactions. 

Claire, on the other hand, was a lot harder to read.  She just sat there 
like a statue with one foot on the floor and the other propped up on one 
of the crossbars of the stool.  She sat up straight with her arms folded 
tightly in front of her, almost defiant.  Her face didn’t give a thing 
away as to what she was thinking.  Was she doing this to make her fiancé 
suffer by forcing him to watch a hot stripper and not be able to openly 
enjoy it?  I really didn’t know what was going to happen as my mind raced 
to try and figure it out.

Now that the music had started, I started to sway back and forth with my 
coat still on and then slowly allowed it to fall open, revealing my 
lingerie underneath.  Poor Brad!  He kept looking at me and then back his 
shoulder at Claire.  It was if each time he was hoping she wouldn't be 
there so he could enjoy his dad’s gift, only now it was turning out to be 
a nightmare for him as he was torn by his lust for me and his guilt.

I dropped the coat and tossed it aside to one of the chairs and stood 
there in front of him in my lingerie and heels.  I then gave him my best 
imitation of a strip club dancer, moving about slowly and seductively, 
teasing him that I might take more off and then backing away from it just 
as it was about to come off.  The music blared out and I loved listening 
to the words.  “Doncha wish your girlfriend was hot like me...” I 
wondered how many girlfriends absolutely HATE that song when they look in 
the mirror and then think about the bitch singing the song.  They knew 
the song was as true as it was seductive.  Claire was pretty but a little 
overweight.  She had to know what was going through Brad’s mind at that 
moment.  There was no way he could be thinking anything BUT he wished 
Claire was hot like me!

After teasing him a bit I started to head towards Claire, curious to see 
if she wanted a show for herself as well.  She quickly realized what I 
was doing and pointed me back to the center of the room, shaking her head 
as if to answer my unspoken question to her.

Instead of dancing for her, I decided to start out with a lap dance for 
Brad.  I was still wearing as much clothing as I would at the public 
pool, perhaps even more depending on which bikini I had on.  Of course, 
my bikini wasn’t made of sheer black lace!  I may have been covered, but 
I certainly wasn't hidden.  As I stepped up onto the couch I thought for 
a moment about removing my heels so they wouldn’t poke through the 
leather but then decided the heck with it.  They didn’t have THAT pointy 
of a heel and I knew guys loved it when girls kept their heels on so I 
decided to risk it.  Heck, it wasn't MY couch anyway so who cared?

As I straddled him and started to dance in front of him, my boobs moved 
in close to his face and I had to put my hands on his shoulders to keep 
my balance.  His hands were laying on the couch to his side with the 
palms down flat and his arms stiff.

“You know Brad, you ARE allowed to touch me,” I said to him seductively, 
openly inviting him to fondle and grope me, “Go for it.”

Brad looked back again at Claire who just tilted her head to one side and 
raised an eyebrow.  Brad HAD to be getting pretty horny by now and it was 
if he just assumed that her silence implied permission.  His hand reach 
up and he grabbed my lower calf on each leg.  I just grinned at him and 
kept moving, wondering if he had the courage to do more or if I needed to 
provide more “encouragement”.  Once again he looked back over at his 
shoulder towards Clair.  This was getting old fast.

“You know, why don't you have her sit next to you so you don't have to 
keep straining your neck?” I suggested to him.  Claire must have 
overheard me as she stood up and grabbed the stool.  She walked over to 
the other side of the room so she was close to the TV but still about ten 
feet away from us.  Brad now had a great view of her and it was my turn 
to have to look over my shoulder to see her.  Obviously she wasn’t 
interested in getting THAT close to him while I was dancing.  So much for 
my hopes in getting her to join in!  Oh well, that meant I just had to 
make Brad forget about her, a task that would now be harder given her new 
position in the room.

Even thought my thong wasn't covering much of my ass to start with, it 
still managed to barely hide my pussy.  Whereas most girls seem to prefer 
to strip by taking their tops off first, and in some cases not going any 
further, when you grow up with tiny boobs you learn to show off other 
parts of you.  In my case, it was my ass and I found early in my teens 
that I loved to run around bottomless and flirt using my butt.  To this 
day I never wear anything on my bottom around my apartment at night.  
Sure, over the years my boobs finally developed but habits and prejudices 
are hard to break so I still find that I enjoy taking off my bottoms 
before my top.

I quickly dropped my thong and stepped out of it, hanging it over his 
head such that the smelly crotch was positioned over his nose.  He didn't 
seem to mind the scent of my pussy so I left it there as I stood up and 
pulled his face into my crotch.  I don’t think he was expecting me to do 
that and so it was easy to get his face into my pussy but he quickly 
pulled back.  He pulled off the thong from his face and set it down 
besides us.  I could see his eyes were looking past me towards Claire.  
Damn, she really WAS ruining this for him – and me as well.  Then again, 
I think that was her intention in the first place.


Chapter 4 – Getting Claire’s Attention
======================================

Determined to get Brad’s undivided attention, I started to play with my 
pussy as my hips moved suggestively to the music.  My pussy was now only 
a couple of inches in front of his face as I ran my finger over it and 
then pushed it up inside of me.  After I finger fucked myself for a bit.  
I pulled out my wet finger and placed it on his lips.  At first he 
resisted but then his instincts took over and he parted his lips to let 
my finger push its way in.  I felt his tongue run over my finger, tasting 
my pussy.  Now that he had a taste of it, it was time to try again so I 
grabbed the back of his head and pulled it forward into my crotch.  This 
time he didn't resist and I rubbed my pussy against his face, feeling his 
nose press against my sensitive clit.

“Lick me Brad,” I said, leaning down so he could hear me better.  “It’s 
OK, you can do it.”

He undoubtedly wanted to see what Claire’s reaction was to my words but I 
held his face tightly into my crotch, refusing to allow him pull it away 
this time.  His reaction was as quick as it was predictable.  What male 
in his early twenties would NOT lick a girl’s pussy when she was shoving 
his face into it and asking him to lick it?  Well, unless he was dead or 
gay, none I had ever run across!

At first his tongue just barely touched me, landing lightly on my pussy 
and hardly even getting in between my pussy lips.  The more he licked me 
though, the fewer inhibitions he seemed to have and he became more 
aggressive.  His hands went up from my calves to my bare ass, squeezing 
my firm smooth butt cheeks and pulling me tightly into his face.  His 
right hand dropped down and reached around further, pressing between my 
legs as he searched for my pussy.  His fingers pushed up into me as his 
tongue played over me, making me moan from the feelings he was creating 
deep inside of me.

Although he may not have realized what I was doing, I turned my head to 
look back at Claire and grinned at her, making it obvious that I was 
enjoying her fiancé’s tongue.  For a girl who was planning to marry this 
guy in less than a week, she being incredibly calm about it all so far.  
Claire’s face was expressionless as she watched Brad eating what she must 
have thought of as a prostitute’s pussy.  If only she had known who I 
really was!  For that matter, imagine if Brad ever found out that he had 
licked the pussy of one the senior partner’s daughters!  For me, the 
thought of that just made me all the more horny if that was possible.

As Brad kept licking me (once that boy gets started, he doesn’t quit!), I 
unhooked my bra and took it off, tossing it on top of the thong.  I bent 
my knees until my boobs were smack in the middle of his face, burying him 
between my cleavage.  His hands moved up to my boobs, squeezing them like 
he did earlier with my ass, sucking on each nipple a bit before moving to 
the other.  He was being a little rougher with them than I would have 
preferred who could blame him?  After dealing with Claire’s sagging 
boobs, he must have been thrilled to feel and lick breasts that didn’t 
hang to a girl’s belly when she took off her bra.  I grinned to myself as 
I thought that it would have been a great line in the song, “Doncha wish 
your girlfriend had boobs like mine?”

All I was wearing now were my heels, hose and a smile.  There was no 
reason to remove the hose as it just made my legs look all the better.  
Brad seemed content to continue fondling my boobs but I wanted more.  So 
far this was all most likely what both of them had expected to one degree 
or another.  Claire probably hadn’t figured I would be so aggressive in 
getting him to lick my pussy while he was probably thrilled that I had.  
For both of them, a naked lap dance was probably about the extent of what 
they were assuming would be the paid entertainment for the evening.  
Well, I had news for them if that was the case.  This girl had plans to 
do more – a LOT more.

I pulled away from Brad and to his apparent surprise, got off the couch 
and stood in front of him, dancing slowly and seductively to the music.  
He watched, seeming to be curious as to what I was going to do as I 
played with myself, fondling my boobs and then running my hands slowly 
down my body until I was barely touching my hungry pussy.

Pushing a finger up in me, I then removed it and sucked my pussy juices 
off of it right in front of him like it was a pacifier.  As always, I 
loved the taste and smell of my pussy and it knew it would get even more 
tasty as the evening went on.  Brad’s dick was pushing up against his 
pants, looking as if it was about to burst the seams.  Yep, the boy was 
turned on and barely paying any attention to Claire any more as I danced 
nude in front of him.  He was getting ready so I figured it was time to 
up the ante a bit.

“Hmmmmmm, shall we see what’s trying to get out of there Brad?” I teased 
him, pointing down to his crotch with the obvious bulge.  

THAT made him look again at Claire and so I turned to see her response as 
well.  While she seemed to avoid looking directly at me, she maintained 
her impassive look and just shrugged as if to say she didn't care.  God 
she was a cold-hearted bitch.  Either she should be storming out of the 
room, demanding I leave, or joining in with us.  For her to just sit 
there solemnly and allow her fiancé to have his way with me without 
expressing any emotion at all was just weird.

“Do you need me to help?” I offered, starting to move forward towards 
him.  

Brad shook his head and quickly unzipped his pants and pulled them, along 
with his boxer underwear, down to his ankles and then off his feet, 
leaving them in a pile in front of him.  Sure enough, his dick WAS hard 
as a steel rod, standing straight up and pointing to the sky like some 
Titan missile ready for takeoff.  Almost immediately he grabbed it and 
instinctively started to stroke his dick in front of me.  Mmmmmmm, it 
looked SO delicious.

As tempting as it was to just jump on his dick and feel him fuck me, 
instead I let him watch me dance for him as he stroked his dick almost 
absentmindedly.  He was hot to watch and I LOVE to watch men masturbate 
for me, seeing them getting all hard and excited just because of me.  
When they make themselves cum, I like to think that they’re dreaming of 
fucking me, their hand taking the place of my pussy.  For a moment I 
wondered if he had ever masturbated in front of Claire before?  Did she 
enjoy seeing her fiancé jerking off now, knowing his mind focused on me 
instead of her?  She simply had to realize that he was dreaming of what 
it would be like to fuck ME, not her.  How could anyone just sit there 
like nothing was happening?

Slowly I advanced and then kneeled down between his legs, grabbing his 
dick from his hands.  It felt so warm and stiff but yet smooth and 
enticing.  God I wanted it so badly and I wasn't going to bother asking 
him if he was ready for a blowjob.  I mean, like he was going to say no?  
I can’t say I‘ve ever been in this position (literally) where a man 
turned down a blowjob, regardless of the situation.  Brad wasn't going to 
be an exception, of that I was certain.

I put my elbows out so they rested on his legs and leaned forward to take 
the tip of his dick in my mouth.  I could feel his dick quivering with 
excitement as I took a little bit more of it inside of my mouth each 
time.  Finally my head was buried deep in his smelly crotch, his coarse 
pubic hair spread out against my face.  He was only about five or six 
inched long when erect so he fit easily in my mouth without me having to 
do anything theatrical.

“God DAMN that feel so good,” he groaned, finally starting to talk more 
to me.  Hopefully that meant he was starting to forget that Claire was 
there.

From his reaction I had to wonder if Claire ever gave him head.  If so, 
did she suck his cock very well or was she one of those girls that did it 
because she had to and not because she enjoyed it?  Had other girls 
sucked Brad’s dick before?  Wow, maybe this the first time he was 
experiencing just how good a girl’s mouth can feel on his dick!

Claire was now behind me so I couldn’t see her reaction to Brad’s 
response.  What I would have given for a mirror at that moment.  What was 
she thinking as she watched me on my knees between Brad’s legs, my bare 
ass in plain view as my head was planted in his lap, bobbing up and down 
it as I sucked on her fiancé’s cock?  “Christ Almighty, I’m gonna cum!” 
he gasped as I tasted the first drops of his precum that emerged from his 
dick.  I wasn't ready for him to cum yet, I had more plans for him.  I 
took my mouth off his dick and squeezed the base of his cock, hard enough 
to be just a little painful to him and stop the countdown to his 
eruption.  It was just in time as I was sure a few more seconds and he 
would have been past the point of no return.

“Not yet Brad, you can’t cum until you fuck me,” I said to him, making 
sure I was loud enough for Clair to hear.

I stood up and turned to face Clair.  My ass was right in front of Brad 
and he must have been dying to get his cock in my wet pussy but I was 
curious to see how far I could push things.


Chapter 5 – How Far Will They Go?
=================================

“You want to help put his cock in my pussy Claire?” I said, almost 
taunting her in the process, daring her to help her fiancé get fucked by 
the whore her soon- to-be father-in-law had hired.

Actually, I honestly thought she would say yes.  I mean, if it had been 
me watching my fiancé getting blown by a naked prostitute, I know I would 
have been horny as hell by now and ready to get involved in the action.  
Instead, Claire was just sitting there with her hands in lap, not even 
close to touching herself or otherwise looking turned on.  It was almost 
like it was clinical to her, like when you discuss sex as fornication at 
church or at school with all the lust and desire stripped away.  Claire 
didn’t even respond to my query but just sat there looking almost bored.  
It was like she was thinking she just wanted to let Brad get this out of 
his system and the sooner the better.

Despite her lack of response, I decided to sit back on Brad’s dick so I 
could face Claire and hopefully catch some form of excitement or even 
lust on her part.  Reaching between my legs, I grabbed his dick and 
positioned myself over him.

“Ready to fuck me Brad?” I asked, turning my head back over my shoulder 
to look at him.  He just nodded so I asked him again.

“You can do better than that Brad.  Do you want to fuck me or not?”

Oh he wanted to, that was for sure.  You could see it in his eyes, feel 
it in the throbbing of his dick, hear it in his rapid breathing.  Oh 
yeah, Brad wanted to fuck me and fuck me badly.  Yet despite everything 
so far, I still saw him look around me so he could check for Claire’s 
response.  I turned my head back to look at her too and grinned at her, 
smiling to let her know I had her fiancé right where I wanted him – well, 
almost; a few inches more and he would be there.

“Yes,” he groaned as softly I felt his dick swell even more in my hands.

“Yes WHAT Brad?” I pushed him, “Speak louder so Claire can hear you.”

“Hell yes, I want to fuck you, alright?” he finally blurted out, starting 
to sound frustrated now as I knew he wanted in me a lot more than he 
wanted to say in front of Claire.

“That’s more like it Brad,” I purred, “You know, I want you to fuck me 
too.  I want you to fuck me in front of Claire.  Show her how good you 
can fuck me.”

Alright, maybe it was a little over the line but I wanted to get SOME 
reaction from the ice queen.  She didn’t waver, just staring at us so I 
carefully lowered myself down, feeling his cock head pressing up against 
my wet pussy hole.  For a brief moment the pressure built up and I could 
feel his cock straining in my hand but I kept it straight and pressed 
down harder.  Then I gasped as his head stretched my pussy hole open and 
he slipped into me, his entire head popping into me.

“Mmmmmmm, you dick feels so good in me Brad,” I moaned softly, holding 
myself there for just a moment to savor the incredible rush of emotions 
that I felt whenever a man entered me for the first time.  The fact the 
girl he would be marrying shortly was watching was just icing on the 
cake!

At that moment it didn’t matter that Brad was someone I’d never even met 
before and never would again after today.  Right now he was simply a man, 
a man who lusted for me and desired me more than anything else.  His 
erect dick was now inside of me, penetrating me and moving ever deeper 
into me as I put more weight on it.  I could feel his stiff shaft sliding 
into me, inch by inch it rubbed against the sensitive inside of my pussy 
as it entered me, stimulating the millions of nerve endings that created 
such an incredible sensation between my legs.  It wasn’t limited to my 
crotch.  Imagine throwing a rock in a still pond and seeing the ripples 
spread out across the lake.  The feelings in my pussy emanated outward in 
the same way, washing over me like waves crashing onto a beach, 
incredible surges of pleasure rushed through me as Brad started to fuck 
me.

“God you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned as his dick pushed hard each 
time to get deeper into me.

I smiled at that, wondering if Brad was comparing my pussy to Claire’s.  
Even though I would have bet the lottery that I’d been fucked by at least 
a hundred more guys than Claire, my pussy was still damn tight, probably 
even tighter than hers.

Leaning forward, I let his cock withdraw from my pussy until if flopped 
out, all nice and wet from me riding him.  Turning around, I straddled 
him with my knees on the couch and once again, lowered my pussy to meet 
up with his waiting dick.  This time I put my hands on his shoulders and 
wiggled my hips around to get his erect dick in me without touching it.  
My pussy hole was more open now after his initial fucking and so it was 
easier to do that now.  Once I felt the tip of his dick entering me I 
leaned back and quickly let him push up and into me all the way until I 
was sitting on his dick.  I looked into his eyes and grinned at him 
mischievously.

“I bet you never dreamed you’d be doing this today, did you Brad,” I 
teased him as slowly I rotated my hips in a circle around his dick.

Then I turned my head back and looked at Claire and grinned even more 
saying, “So what do you think Claire, is your guy fucking me good enough 
for you?”

Claire just frowned (hey, at least she reacted) and then leaned back into 
the chair more.  She wasn't going to give me the satisfaction of a 
response but I could deal with that.  After all, who was the girl with 
Brad’s dick planted in her pussy at the moment?  I was definitely getting 
the better deal.

My point made, I turned back to Brad and started to hump his cock.  Damn 
it felt good in me.  Brad may not have had the biggest dick but he was 
hard as a steel pole and I loved the way it would stay in me regardless 
of how close it came to flopping out of me, just by virtue of how stiff 
he was.

“Get off, I‘m gonna cum soon,” he gasped, his hands tightening on my hips 
where he had been holding me like a bucking bronco on his cock.

I knew what he was worried about.  For whatever reason, some guys seem to 
think that by cumming in a girl that somehow that is cheating more than 
just fucking her.  Well, give me a break.  Either way his dick is 
violating me so the only thing he is doing by pulling out of me is 
depriving me of the wonderful sensation of his dick spewing his cum 
inside of me.  Yet in some ways, it was more an emotional high for me to 
have a guy cum in me as it WAS more like cheating.  Brad was about to 
take one step beyond fucking me, he was about to MATE me.  E even though 
I was on the pill and the actual act of impregnation would never occur, 
it was the symbolism of the act that mattered to me.

There WAS one factor that I hadn’t taken into consideration, Brad was a 
guy and a lot stronger than me and in the end, he had the power of veto 
in this house.  He put his hands on my waist and then literally lifted my 
up and off his dick!  Then he stood up (the guy was pretty strong) and 
all but threw me back to the couch on my back.  His dick was dripping 
precum and I knew he wanted to finish himself off badly.  With my left 
leg hanging over the side, he lifted my right leg up in the air and 
twisted me onto my side.  The he put his left foot on the couch while 
standing with his right on the floor.  With my legs split apart, he had 
an easy shot at my pussy and I was thrilled when he pushed his dick back 
into instead of jerking himself off and spraying me with cum as I had 
thought he was going to do.

As Brad began to pump his dick in and out of my wet horny pussy, I could 
literally feel the urgency in him to cum.  He had both hands on my right 
ankle, holding my leg up in the air as his cock thrust in and out of me 
like a car piston at Daytona.  Then he slammed himself into me, arched 
his back, and groaned so loud I thought for a moment he was hurt!

“Fuck!  I’m cumming now!” he cried out as his ass clenched and he spewed 
his first load of cum into my pussy.

As I felt his dick thrust into me as deep as he could force it in, a 
gentle feeling of warmth erupted inside of me and I knew what it had to 
be – his sperm was filling my pussy.  Each time he pumped himself into 
me, I felt it again and I tried to imagine how his dick was shooting it 
out and forcing it into my pussy like a syringe in a vein.

Laying on my side as I was, I could see Clair watching intently.  For the 
first time her hard veneer cracked.  She knew what Brad was doing.  She 
could see her fiancé consumed with lust for another woman, completing his 
wanton act of sexual desire as he filled her with his cum.  She could see 
how much he loved it, how much he was enjoying fucking this girl he had 
never seen before, this intruder in their lives, and a prostitute at 
that.  As nasty as it may have been of me, I couldn’t help myself from 
smiling at her.

“I can feel his cum in me Claire,” I said in a low voice, sighing as I 
did.  “God Claire, it feels so good when Brad cums in me.”

It was the straw that broke the camel’s back.  The veneer wasn’t just 
cracked, now it was shattered.  Claire began to cry, the tears streaming 
down her face as she tried to cover her face with her hands to hide them.  
The act she had been putting on, the air of indifference, the “I don't 
give a damn” attitude, it all melted away instantly as the tears flooded 
her eyes and she began to sob uncontrollable, her body shaking.

Well, call me what you may for feeling this way, but for me it was the 
hottest thing to watch in the world at that moment.  Between the final 
thrusts of Brad’s dick in me, the feeling of his cum in me, and now 
Claire’s tears of remorse as she clearly regretted letting any of this 
happen, I was struck with the most amazing orgasm.  My pussy cramped and 
gripped his now empty dick, squeezing down on him like I was trying to 
milk the last bit of cum from him.  My back arched up high and then I 
flopped down and lifted my hips to meet his crotch, loving the feel of 
his dick in me.  Even my hair felt like it was tingling at the roots!  I 
looked back over at Claire who, as much as she probably wanted, couldn’t 
seem to tear her eyes away from us.

“I’m cumming Claire,” I moaned, trying not to scream from the incredible 
pleasure filling my entire body at that moment, “Oh god, watch me cum 
Claire!”

My hips thrust up again up against Brad’s dick, keeping him in me even as 
he began to dwindle.  My hands gripped the coach, squeezing the cushions 
as I felt like I had been hit by a truck, but in a good way.  It was like 
my entire body was being tickled and lit on fire at the same time.  
Between Brad’s lustful fucking and now Claire’s tears at seeing the 
pleasure he had derived from fucking me, I was so horny only an orgasm 
like this one had a chance of addressing the needs that had been building 
up inside of me, making me ready to explode.

Finally, Claire couldn't watch anymore and she turned her head away, 
twisting in the chair in a fetal position so she didn’t have to watch the 
decadent scene that was playing out in front of her.  Obviously she never 
really expected THIS to happen.  Perhaps she had thought that should 
could control it, make it a test of Brad’s fidelity.  Had she really 
expected him to turn me away at the last minute and proclaim his undying 
love for her with my naked body available for him to do anything he 
wanted?  Well, if that had been her game plan, had played her cards about 
as badly as she could be and it was backfiring big time on her.

My orgasm eventually dwindled and I laid back, totally spent.  Brad 
pulled his cock from my pussy, making a wet slurping sound as he 
withdrew.  God I was soaking wet down there!  The couch must have been a 
mess underneath me.  He let my right leg down which was good as all the 
blood had drained from it and it started to tingle fiercely as the blood 
flow resumed.  I looked up at him and grinned mischievously.

“Happy Wedding Day Brad,” I said, “From you father... and me.”


Chapter 6 – Clair Finally Reacts
================================

Being a man, it shouldn’t have surprised me that once his dick was spent, 
it was like Brad’s lust had been behind in my pussy with his sperm.  He 
looked over at Claire and suddenly his expression changed from satisfied 
pleasure to one of unease and worry.  He walked over to Claire but his 
dick was still semi-hard and glistened with the moistness of my pussy and 
cum.  He reached for her but she pushed him away in disgust.

“Don’t touch me!  Wipe off your dick and put your clothes on you 
asshole,” she practically spat at him.

I was already gathering my things, realizing I had better leave before 
the real fireworks started.  I didn't bother trying to dress but instead 
just put on my coat and was about to leave when I looked back at the two 
of them.  Brad was trying to pull up his jeans and I could hear him 
trying to rationalize what he had just done, assuring Claire that I meant 
nothing to him and he only did it because his dad had sent me over and 
Claire made him do it.  Yeah right, like THAT was going to get him off 
her shit list!  I had seen the look on his face and the gleam in his eyes 
when he was cumming in me.  Don’t try and tell me that he didn’t want to 
fuck me just as bad as I wanted him to.  Nobody had to talk him into it, 
THAT was for sure.

Smack!  I was shocked as suddenly Claire practically decked Brad with an 
open palm slap to the face that must have left a mark!

“You goddamn fucking bastard.  You whore-mongering piece of shit.  I SAW 
you.  You enjoyed it, didn’t you,” she accused him, “You didn’t do it for 
your precious daddy, you WANTED to fuck the bitch.  I saw it in your face 
– you loved every minute of it, didn’t you.  God you’re such an asshole!”

Yep, time for me to leave without further ado!  Without another word I 
quickly left them in room, her voice getting even louder and her language 
filthier.  Just as I was about to close the front door, I heard another 
loud smack.  Damn, he was going to be bruised in the wedding photos – IF 
there was still a wedding.

Thankfully my dad had never left so I didn’t have to hang around waiting 
for him.  I quickly walked to the SUV and slipped into the passenger 
seat.

“Better get moving daddy!” I said with a naughty tone to my voice, 
“Things are about to explode in there!”

“What do you mean?” my dad asked me, the curiosity clear in his voice, “I 
take it he fucked you?  Why would things explode now when it’s over?”

I giggled and then told him the entire story as we drove out of the 
neighborhood.  When I told him that Brad’s fiancé had been there and that 
she watched the entire thing, he looked at me incredulously.

“Oh come on Kelly, give me a break, stop embellishing things,” he 
chastised me, clearly not buying my story.

“Daddy, I’m telling you she was there!” I whined, a little perturbed at 
his disbelief.  After everything else I’d done in my life, he wasn't 
going to believe me NOW?

“That’s incredible... God, that is so hot,” my dad said, shaking his head 
as he tried to imagine what had gone on inside the house while he sat in 
the driveway.  No doubt he wished he had peeked in through the windows 
now.

I looked over and I could see he must have been getting really turned on 
about it.  His jeans were bulging up like some Alien movie except in this 
case the monster was about to burst from his crotch instead of his chest.  
I leaned over and put hand on top of it and I could feel the hardness of 
his cock.

“Mmmmmmm, I think someone’s turned on,” I teased him, rubbing his dick 
playfully through his jeans.

“Now Kelly, don't go getting any ideas,” he laughed, “Damn girl, didn’t 
you get enough in there you little slut?”

I loved it when he called me that.  “My little slut” had been his 
nickname for me since I started sucking and fucking all the boys in 
school and I always got a kick out of it when he called me that.  I also 
noticed he didn’t do anything to push my hand away either.  Unzipping his 
pants, I freed his dick from its prison and held the firm shaft in my 
hand as he held onto the steering wheel with both hands.

“You’re something else, you know that?” he chuckled.

As I started to suck my dad’s cock while he drove home, I thought about 
what he had just said.  In his own way, I think my dad was trying to say 
he was really proud of me and loved what I had done for him today.  As 
much as I enjoyed sucking Brad’s cock, feeling my own father’s dick in my 
mouth was special and I hoped he would take his time driving home!

THE END