Subject: Makeup Sex With Daddy
Story Codes: MF oral exhib incest father daughter
Diary Date: February 29, 2008
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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A week earlier I proved that I would do anything for my dad. In order to
convince my horrible uncle to allow my dad have Tammy again, it meant I
had to let him have his way with me. As much as my dad appreciated being
able to have sex again with his cute niece, he felt guilty about what I
had to do to make it happen. Well, if this is how me makes up to me,
maybe I need to make him feel guilty more often!
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Anything For My Dad
Chapter 2 – Showering With My Dad
Chapter 3 – My Dad Takes Me to the Mall
Chapter 4 – Shocking the Store Clerk
Chapter 1 – Anything For My Dad
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Almost two weeks ago I did something that overall I’m extremely proud of,
even though it meant having something that by itself I was wasn't proud
of at all. To make a long story VERY short (read about it in my diary if
you’re really that interested), I allowed my fat smelly uncle to fuck me,
even anally, so that he would let my dad fuck Tammy, his fifteen year-old
daughter, again.
You see, even though my dad had taken her virginity over a year ago, my
uncle had cut my dad off from his daughter after my dad had told him that
he couldn't fuck me anymore. My dad only told his brother that to
protect me after I complained about how my uncle treated me when he
fucked me. I felt so bad that he was being denied Tammy that I offered
myself to my uncle if he would relent, which not surprisingly, he did.
My dad knew what was happening but he was so horny for Tammy that he
allowed me to carry through with my plan. However, he felt extremely
guilty afterward once his lust and cravings had been fulfilled. Even
though I hadn’t complained at all, he knew how I feel about it,
especially the anal sex. My dad has NEVER asked me to do anal, even
though I know he enjoys it with my mom at times, because he knows how I
feel about the subject.
Later when my dad apologized to me, I tried to assure him that he had
nothing to feel guilty about. Even so, for the past week it’s been like
he was some hurt little puppy, moping about whenever I was around and
trying to do anything he could to please me. At least THAT wasn't too
hard to do as all he had to do was fuck me and he made me as happy as he
possibly could!
My birthday was coming up soon. God, it was hard to believe that I was
going to be 23 years old on the first of the month! I felt like I was
becoming so old. It didn’t seem that long ago when I was just sixteen
and anyone in the twenties was ancient! The only good thing now about
birthdays was wondering what my parents would be getting me. A nicer
apartment or a new car would be fine with me but I knew it wouldn't be
anything quite so dramatic. My dad had been hinting at something good
but so far all he’d done was tease me about it without really saying
anything definitive.
A client was in town and needed someone to escort him to lunch at some
conference downtown. It was pretty routine, lasting a few hours and then
I was back home again to find my mom had left a voice mail on my phone
while I was out working. “Hey dear, would you like to join us for dinner
tonight? Since it’s your birthday tomorrow and everyone will be coming
over, I thought you might want to spend some family time tonight before
things got too busy on Saturday. Give me a call when you get home. Hope
you’re having fun! Bye... mom.”
I listened to it again and wondered what she was up to. Since moving to
my own apartment, I rarely spent the night at my parent’s house anymore.
Even if I was over and my dad fucked me, I returned to my apartment for
the rest of the night. Since I can remember my parents have always
considered their bedroom as THEIR sanctuary and even after we started
having sex together, I still rarely saw them having sex. So why was she
asking me to spend the night? There was no doubt in my mind where I
would be spending it – in their bed, so what was up? Did this have
something to do with my birthday present?
I called my mom back to tell her I would be over shortly and quickly
packed a light bag with some makeup and toiletries and clothes to wear in
the morning. I only lived a few minutes away from them so I would
undoubtedly return home in the morning to get ready for whatever birthday
celebration activities they had plotted for me. She seemed excited that
I was coming but she didn’t say much as I would be over there in a short
while anyway.
Before leaving, I took a quick shower and shaved myself, wanting to be
sure I was smooth and clean for my daddy. As the shower rinsed the cream
from my pussy, I leaned back and enjoyed the feel of the pulsating water
as it struck my crotch and felt oh so good. My hand moved between my
thighs and my finger started to press against my clit. God I was so damn
horny! My client this afternoon had been single, handsome, and about ten
years older than me. He was quite polite and I got the impression most
likely quite rich as well. God I would have loved to have had him fuck
me! Something told me he wouldn't have minded if I’d offered myself to
him but we both knew what the rules were for my agency so I just returned
home with the memory of him grabbing my ass a bit but nothing more than
that.
When I got to my parent’s house it was still early meaning my dad wasn’t
home yet from work. My mom was fixing dinner so I sat down at the
kitchen table to chat a bit with her. It had been a while since we had
some quality mom-daughter time. Actually, except for church we hadn’t
really talked since my dad and uncle did their thing.
“You know Kelly, I really appreciate what you did for your dad last
week,” my mom started out, “After hearing what happened I feel a little
guilty since I was the one that asked you to do it in the first place.”
“Oh mom, that’s OK, it was no big deal,” I tried to reassure her. She
knew better.
“Kelly, I can’t tell you how much your dad appreciated what you did for
him,” she continued, “I know he has told you about it and such but you
would have had to see the change in his attitude to really understand.”
“Well, I was afraid when I asked him to tell Uncle Jim not to fuck me
anymore that something like that would happen. I know how much Dad love
being with Tammy.”
“Yeah, he’s been horny for her since she was like 11 or 12,” my mom
laughed, “I don’t know how her mother never caught him with that whopping
erection he would get whenever she was around him, especially by the pool
in that hot bikini she wore last summer. How she convinced her mother to
let her wear it I’ll’ never understand.”
“What makes you sure she didn’t see him and just ignored it?”
“OH god no!” my mom exclaimed, “Your Aunt Shari would have killed them
both on the spot if she even had an inkling of what they were doing!”
“So has Dad fucked Tammy since then?” I asked.
“Only once,” my mom said, shrugging her shoulders. “It’s sort of hard to
come up with an excuse for him to be alone with his fifteen year-old
niece.”
“Well, I don’t think I can help him with that problem this time,” I
giggled.
We both laughed together and from there the conversation went back to our
jobs and the typical neighborhood gossip. She steered clear from saying
anything about tonight. I didn’t know if it was because she was just
good at hiding her feelings or honestly didn’t know what was happening.
Chapter 2 – Showering With My Dad
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My dad eventually arrived home and the first thing I noticed was what he
had in his hands – two bouquets of long stem roses. One was red and the
other yellow. I knew who they were for – I got the red ones while my mom
was handed the yellow ones (her favorite color). We both got a nice kiss
before he went upstairs to get out of his suit and take a shower. When
we heard the water running my mom looked at me and shook her head.
“You know, it wasn’t that long ago I remember a girl who would sneak into
the bathroom just about any time her dad was taking a shower and sweet
talk him into letting her join him.”
“Oh mom!” I replied, trying not to sound too exasperated with her.
“What’s the matter, now that you’re turning 23 you’re too old to shower
with your dad?”
Well, she was right. It HAD been a while since I had done that with him.
Sheesh, what was wrong with me? I knew my dad always liked it when I
joined him, even back when I was just a little girl. Of course, as I got
older the showers become more interesting. I winked at my mom and turned
to head upstairs.
My dad was still showering as I passed by the bathroom and he’d left the
door open as usual, allowing me to just make out the outline of him
behind the frosted shower doors. No knowing how much longer he would be
in there, I quickly ducked into my old bedroom and stripped off my
clothes as fast as I could. When I was naked I returned to the bathroom
and walked in.
“That you Mary?” he called out.
I didn’t say anything but instead just slid the door back enough to
squeeze through and stepped into the shower with him.
“Well, I can’t say I was expecting this!” my dad greeted me with a grin,
“Been quite a while, hasn’t it?”
Geeze, I hadn’t realized that it had been THAT long ago for both of my
parents to comment on the matter. Grabbing his wet flaccid cock in my
hand, I grinned at him and replied, “So daddy, have you missed me holding
you like this?”
I felt his dick stir in my hand as he chuckled in response to my silly
question. Between the cascading water and soap it was so slippery that
it was like trying to hold a wet sausage. Fortunately, this sausage was
well anchored at one end! He turned so his back was to the showerhead,
shielding me from most of the water.
Carefully I squatted down until my head was level with his dripping wet
crotch and stroked his growing dick in my hand. It was still covered in
soap and while I appreciated that my father practiced good personal
hygiene, having soap in my mouth was not one of my favorite things. The
more I stroked him the more the soap rinsed off his cock, and the more he
grew and hardened. I gently played with his balls and ran my fingers
through his matted-down pubic hair to clean out any soap that remained.
Finally, there right in front of me, was one of my most favorite things –
a glistening clean hard daddy dick!
Pushing my soaking wet hair back and out of the way, I looked up at him.
Our eyes met and we both grinned, each of us knowing exactly what was
going to happen next. Holding his cock still, I took the tip of it in my
mouth and sucked on it, then the whole head was in my mouth. He still
had just the slight taste of soap but it was nothing unbearable and I
knew it would disappear more as I sucked him. You might say I’ve had
some experience in the matter.
“That’s it baby, suck it,” he groaned as I took more of him in my mouth
quickly until my face was buried in his wet clean crotch, “God I love it
when you suck my cock!”
Well, if he was totally honest he would have said he loved it when his
cock was sucked – period. However, I like to think that as his daughter
it means a little extra special to him to look down and see his dick
moving in and out of my mouth. Personally, I’ve sucked literally
hundreds of cocks over the past nine years or so but there is one that
will always be special to me – my dad’s.
I grabbed the base of his wet shaft and twisted my hand around it as I
sucked on the upper half of his dick. Both my head and hand were turning
on his cock but in opposite directions, my tongue playing on it inside of
my mouth. Then I had just the head in my mouth, holding it like a sucker
as my hand ran up and down his stiff shaft, stroking him like I was
giving him a hand job but with the added bonus that he got to feel my
lips over his cock head.
“Damn that feels so good,” he kept groaning over and over again, “Here,
get up now so I can fuck you before I cum.”
I gingerly stood up and he held me by the shoulders to ensure I didn’t
slip as I turned around and put my hands against the wall of the shower
opposite the shower head. He had the shower pointed down so the back
wall was quite dry and I was able to plant my hands there and lean
forward, allowing my ass to stick out for my dad’s enjoyment. I was
rewarded by the feeling of his strong hands on my bare hips, gripping me
tightly. I let my feet slide out to each side until they were pushing
against the side of the bathtub and made it easier for me to keep my
balance.
“Have I ever told you that your ass is fucking incredible?” he mused,
saying it just loud enough for me to hear over the noise of the shower.
Well, maybe a thousand times before but of course, he could tell me a
thousand time more and I would never tire of him telling me.
I lowered my head and concentrated on standing up without falling down
while I felt his cock press up against my wet ass and slide up my crack
until he was pressed against my butt with his cock on top my ass, almost
like a hotdog on a bun. He rubbed himself up and down between my butt
cheeks, stroking himself like he would do sometimes between my boobs but
using my butt this time instead.
Eventually my dad pulled back more and his cock dropped down between my
legs, passing over my puckered asshole as it did. My dad didn’t even
make an attempt to press it in my ass and let it just glide by. As much
as he probably wanted to push it in, he knew how I felt about anal sex
and my dad would never do anything to me that he knew I didn’t like –
sexually at least. When his dick dropped it then slipped down to between
my legs. I started to reach for it with my hand but I almost slipped and
so he took his dick by himself and positioned it so it was now at the
entrance to my pussy.
“Fuck me daddy,” I said softly to him, trying to look back over my
shoulder at him, “Please fuck me now... Show your daughter how much you
love her.”
Of course it was totally unnecessary for me to tell him that but from the
smile on his face I knew it was music to his ears. Actually, it would
probably have been harder to convince him NOT to fuck me at this moment
than anything else. My dad gets horny just like any other man and just
because the pussy in front of him was his own daughter’s, that didn’t
mean he didn’t want it with the same animal-like lust he would get for
any other pussy. No, you could bet the bank that he was about to push
that dick in me – and I was counting on it.
He gripped his stiff cock with one hand and rubbed it up and down my
pussy slit, working it between my lips more with each pass I wanted him
in me, wanted to feel my father’s stiff cock stretch my hungry pussy open
and force itself deep inside of my body. I wanted to feel him penetrate
me, to feel him join his body with mine. Actually, you could sum it up
by simply I wanted my dad to fuck me!
“Now daddy,” I urged him, holding his dick still at the entrance to my
pussy, “Push it in me now... Give me your love!”
My father’s hands gripped my hips even tighter and he pulled me back into
him while at the same time thrust his hips forward. I gasped as his dick
slide easily into my wet pussy, driving inward non-stop until he was
quickly buried inside of me. God it felt so good in me! He immediately
started to pump himself in and out me, driving himself in until his
crotch met with my wet ass and then pulling back until most of him was
out of me and then immediately back in again. I was in heaven!
“You love this, don’t you?” he asked rhetorically, “You just love a dick
in that nasty cunt of yours, don’t you? God you’re such a fucking sexy
slut!”
I loved it when he got a bit carried away and started talking to me that
way. Under the circumstance I didn’t take it as anything bad or
demeaning but rather as a sign of how much I was turning him on. When he
got so horny that his lust consumed him to the point he didn’t worry
about what he said to me, it was then that I knew I was making him feel
really good.
“Yes daddy, I’m your fucking slut... fuck my cunt daddy, shove that
fucking dick in me harder!”
He responded by simply banging me harder, slapping up against my ass so
hard it make a smacking noise.
“Almost there...,” he groaned, driving himself deep into me.
Any other time I would have gripped his cock as hard as I could with my
pussy and wait for his to orgasm and fill my pussy with sperm. For some
reason, I FELT like a dirty slut and I wanted him to be nasty to me so I
suddenly straightened up, causing his dick to drop out of me. I quickly
turned around and before he could protest I squatted down and grabbed his
dick with both hands, stroking his and jerking on his dick as fast and
hard as I could to make him cum.
“What the...,” he started to say and then his orgasm hit and he just
groaned loudly.
I had his dick aimed at my face and the first shot struck me on the
forehead right between the eyes, quickly followed by another that hit my
nose and upper lip. Again and again he shot his cum at me like a water
pistol. After the first few I opened my mouth and took the remaining
loads inside, my lips wrapped tightly around his dick as I literally
sucked the last drops of incestual sperm from his cock. God I loved the
taste of my dad’s cum! When he was finished, I continued to stroke his
dick and suck on his cock. I felt him shudder as my tongue explored the
tip of his dick, pressing in against the tiny slit where he had just shot
out his cum.
“Christ that felt good,” he gasped, taking in deep breaths as he panted
from the exertion.
I stood up and grinned at him. I could only imagine what I looked like
with his cum all over my face. As it turned out, I didn’t have to
imagine it, he told me.
“You look so fucking hot with my cum all over your face,” he said with a
big grin on his face.
“Oh? So you like me to look like a cumslut, eh daddy?” I teased him,
“And here I always thought you preferred to cum in my pussy.”
He sighed and smiled at me. Then he surprised me by kissing me and
sticking his tongue in his mouth. As much as my dad loved sex, he was a
typical guy in that he treated cum like it was radioactive. For him to
kiss me with my mouth still lined with his cum, and then to let the cum
on my face stick to his as we kissed was unusual, to put it mildly.
I have to admit that one of the reasons I so easily allowed him to defile
me with his cum this time was that we were already in the shower and so I
could wash it off quickly before it dried like glue in my hair and on my
face. I grabbed the soap and washcloth and moved past him to get to the
full power of the shower and scrubbed my face. A generous amount of
shampoo in my hair helped to rid it of the little bit of cum that had
managed to get on it.
In the meantime, his lust had drained from him along with his sperm count
and he slipped out of the shower to dry off. I heard him gargle with
some mouthwash and grinned. He had made a good effort to be loving by
kissing me but I’m sure the taste of his cum had been revolting to him.
By the time I was finished he was already out of the bathroom and in
their bedroom getting dressed. I dried my hair and when I finally was
finished and left the room, he was waiting for me out in the hallway
holding one of the roses he had brought home for me before.
“Thanks sweetheart, you were great – as always,” he complimented me and
then reached down to kiss me. He put his arms around me with one up high
around my shoulders and the other reaching down where he could grab my
ass. He pulled me in tight to him as our kiss intensified.
“I love you so much,” he said softly as we finally split apart but he
kept me up against him as tight as ever. I loved the way his hand felt
on my butt, almost lifting me off the floor. “You’re the best daughter a
father could ever ask for.”
He put his head beside mine and we just hugged, our bodies pressed tight
together. Even though I was nude and he was fully clothed, it was still
extremely sensual.
Chapter 3 – My Dad Takes Me to the Mall
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Everything seemed perfect but then to my shock it sounded like he was
crying. I pulled back and looked at him. He may not have had a flood
running from his eyes but they were definitely watery and he looked so
sad all of a sudden.
“Daddy, what’s wrong?” I asked, concerned that there was something
bothering him that I didn’t know about.
“Oh baby, it’s just that you’re so good to me,” he said, his voice
threatening to crack at any moment. I waited quietly, not sure how to
answer, hoping he would say more without me having to figure out what to
say.
“You know, what you did with your uncle last week was the most loving and
unselfish act I can ever imagine,” he continued after a moment, “I can’t
believe I allowed myself to let my own needs come ahead of yours…. I
feel so guilty about it.”
I took his hand from my ass and led him into my room and sat down on my
bed, patting the covers next to me to indicate I wanted him to take a
seat next to me. He sat down and put his arm around me.
“Daddy, you know I would do anything for you,” I told him, “There’s
nobody in the world more important to me than you.”
He started to say something but I wasn’t through.
“Besides dad,” I said, changing my tone to be less soothing and more
naughty, “I know you have loved fucking Tammy the past week, haven’t
you?”
It was more a statement than a question. Of course he did. What
heterosexual male in his forties wouldn’t give most anything for the
opportunity to fuck a fifteen year-old teenager, especially one as cute
and sexy as my cousin Tammy?
My dad’s face looked a little sheepish, like a little boy caught with his
hand in the candy jar.
“C’mon dad, admit it, you love fucking her, don’t you?” I pushed him,
adding little giggle to my voice to take any edge off of it.
“Well...,” he said, rolling his eyes.
“Exactly,” I said, as if concluding a point in a debate, “So no more of
this guilt crap, OK? Besides, if you DIDN’T enjoy it, THEN you should
feel guilty.”
“Whatever,” he said, conceding the debate, “But in any case, I just
wanted to make it up to you somehow. How would you like me to take you
out shopping this evening?”
Well duh! What girl would ever say no to such a question?
“We can go anywhere you want,” he continued, “But just so you know, I
want it to be more than just buying you things. I want us to have a fun
father-daughter night out. What do you say?”
Had any other father said that to his daughter, I would have thought it
to be sweet and just an innocent evening at the mall. However, when my
dad uses the word “fun”, it has a special meaning to it that most fathers
wouldn’t intend. As an example of me having “fun” with my dad, I ended
up fucking a couple of his clients from work right in front of him. (Of
course, they had no idea I was his daughter.) My pussy suddenly tingled
and I got that feeling I get in me when I know I’m going to have a good
time soon.
“Oh????” I responded innocently, “So what should I wear?”
My dad just laughed, knowing full well I was just teasing him, and then
he got up and said, “Well, since you’ll be trying on clothes I guess
something that comes off easy would be appropriate.”
“Appropriate” my ass! I knew the LAST thing my dad would want me to wear
was something appropriate.
“Well, get going and we’ll go as soon as you’re ready.”
He walked out and headed downstairs while I hurriedly scoured through my
closet for something to wear. Fortunately I had left a few outfits at
their house when I moved to my apartment. I frowned as noted that some
of the outfits I would have loved to wear were over there now but I did
have one that looked to be perfect for the occasion. It took me about
half an hour to get my hair looking a little less disastrous, put a bit
of makeup on, and then get dressed. One last look in the mirror to check
things out and I was ready to go.
I rushed down the stairs with all the bounce and enthusiasm I use to have
going down these same stairs as a little girl on Christmas morning. When
I went into the kitchen, my mom and dad were sitting down with some
coffee and my dad turned to look at me. His eyes opened wide and let out
a soft wolf whistle.
“Wow, you look fabulous,” he said, mimicking the tone of some TV comic.
I smiled and twirled about, giving him a 360 view of my outfit. It
wasn’t exactly original but it was perfect for tonight. The short
pleated white denim skirt hugged my ass like a glove before it descended
down legs just barely enough to hide the black thong underneath. About
the only thing the thong hid was my pussy itself and then only barely.
From the rear, unless you saw the strap that went around my waist, you
would’ve probably thought I was naked as the one that went down my ass
crack was so thin it just hid inside my crack like a wedgie (which it
also felt like to be honest).
A wide black belt contrasted nicely with the white skirt. On top I was
wearing a black tube top with a sheer white blouse over the top. The
blouse was only buttoned half-way up as it was one or two sizes too small
and never would have stretched over my boobs. This caused it to be tight
and showed off the curvature of my bust under the tight tube blouse. My
mom looked at me and smiled, giving me her non-verbal approval while my
dad just acted like a teenage boy seeing a stripper for the first time –
and I was fully dressed!
“Well, ready to go daddy?” I asked, wiggling my hips suggestively.
My dad looked at my mom and I could tell he was about to change his mind
and just take me then and there but as always, my mom, the conscience of
the Wells family, set him straight.
“You’re not getting off THAT easy dear,” she admonished him gently, “You
promised her a shopping trip so get going and take her.”
It was only a short drive to the mall. There were several we could have
gone to and had I been intent on simply buying some new outfits, the
closest one would actually have been my preference. It was made up
primarily of boutique stores with a great selection of the latest, and
most expensive, fashions. However, something told me tonight the
shopping was just an excuse for having “fun” with my dad so the larger
mall was the our destination. I behaved myself the entire way there,
something which I wasn't sure if he was all that happy about to be
honest. Oh well, if he wanted to have “fun” he was going to have help
out a bit.
We entered the mall through the food court entrance. There were lots of
people sitting around and I felt that tingle I get when I noticed some of
the guys staring at me. Most of them tried to make it appear they
weren't but a girl can always tell. I was sure my dad had to feel proud
to have me on his arm as we walked in. At 22, all but a few hours away
from being 23, it wasn't like I was obviously his little girl any more.
Anyone that knew us (and I didn’t see any) would have seen me simply
holding my dad’s arm as we walked through the food court. As for the
rest, they undoubtedly had to be thinking that here was an older man
going through a mid-life crisis, dating a younger girl or maybe even an
escort.
Since we hadn’t eaten at home, I asked him if we could grab some Chinese
which we did. Sitting at one of the tables, I had to be careful to keep
the skirt around me as it wanted to ride up to my waist when I sat down.
There’s a fine line between showing off and getting busted for indecent
exposure and I like to think I’m a pro at nudging right up to the edge of
that line. I smiled to myself as I saw several guys deliberately taking
a path that allowed them to get a better view of my legs, probably hoping
I would part them a little more so they could see what, if anything, was
hiding underneath the skimpy skirt. My dad grinned at me as he realized
what I was doing.
“You’re really bad, you know that?” he said admiringly, “We’d better get
going before you draw too big a crowd.”
As we walked thought the mall, my dad put his arm around me. He didn’t
exactly grab my ass but put his hand on my hip so he was touching more
the side of me than my butt. Again, there’s a line between being
suggestive and outright flagrant.
“So dad, where to first?” I asked him.
We were right in front of a jewelry store and he led me inside. It was a
smaller store, not like the big chains that dominated the corners of the
mall, and empty except for us and a lone girl behind the counter. No
sooner than we walked in than an older couple came in behind us. The
girl started to serve us as we were the first to arrive but my dad smiled
and offered to wait while she took care of the older couple. The guy
thanked my dad and they started talking about it being their 50th
anniversary and such. Boring!
I leaned over the counter as if to get a better view of the diamond
necklaces under the glass. As I did, my skirt rose up and I could feel
it starting to just barely pass over the bottom of my ass. Needless to
say, I didn’t make any effort to pull it back down. My dad moved in
beside me and this time, instead of putting his hand on my hip, planted
it square on my ass cheek, his bottom finger just off the edge of the
material such that it touched my bare flesh. I could see the other
couple and the girl in the mirror in front of me and I just pretended to
point out some of the more interesting pieces below us. Actually, I was
looking in the mirror more than anywhere else.
“Now Kelly, I see what you’re doing. You want them to see your cute ass,
don’t you my little slut?” my dad whispered in my ear so softly I could
barely hear him.
With that he pulled his hand up slightly, just enough to pull my skirt up
to where it exposed the bottom of my butt on that side. I could see in
the mirror that the couple was facing away from us but the clerk was
definitely aware of what was happening across the aisle from her. She
seemed to be having a hard time paying attention to her customers for
some reason!
“She sees you,” my dad whispered again, “Does it turn you on to show her
your hot ass?”
“Yesssssss,” was all I could say back.
My pussy was tingling so bad it was all I could do to keep standing up.
What I REALLY needed was to lay down on the floor, spread my legs, and
rub myself like crazy! It didn’t make it any easier when my dad pulled
up my skirt even more – a LOT more this time. My entire ass felt the
coolness of the air against it as he lifted my skirt up completely. The
couple were both leaning over several pieces of jewelry the girl had
brought out for them and never even threatened to turn around. The
clerk, however, was now openly staring at me. A few times they would ask
her a question and it was like they had to say everything twice to get
her attention. I looked at the store entrance a little nervously but it
didn’t appear anyone was even thinking about entering the place.
“Let’s give her a REAL show,” my dad continued. He put his hand on my
all but bare ass and squeezed my butt a bit before moving it down between
my legs.
As my dad pulled the thong aside, I spread my legs apart a bit to make it
easier for him, not to mention giving her a better view as well. My dad
pushed his middle finger up and into my pussy. GOD! I was about to cry
out but somehow managed to just keep it a minor gasp, but it was still
loud enough for the others to hear. My dad quickly pulled his finger out
and dropped my skirt and not a moment too soon. The woman turned her
head to see what was wrong with me. I tried to pretend that I didn’t
notice that she was looking at me and pointed to something in the case
and gasped again, saying something to my dad about how beautiful it was.
Apparently she bought the ruse as she turned back and started talking to
her husband again.
She wasn’t even all the way turned around before my dad was going for my
ass and pussy again. I think he was as turned on as I was and he
couldn’t wait to get his finger in me again. He wetted his finger in my
pussy and then pulled it out and reached up further to my clit. OMG, I
was about to cum any second! As he touched my clit it was like my legs
were getting weaker and I leaned more on the counter to keep my balance.
My orgasm was so close I could almost taste it. Just then the couple
straightened up and once again my dad pulled his finger out from my
crotch and yanked down my skirt. It was even closer this time and I
don’t know if he got it all the way down before they saw us. The guy
didn’t seem to have a clue but the wife certainly seemed suspicious. She
gave me a look that clearly sent the message that she was disgusted with
me, and my dad, and took her husband by the arm and led him out of the
store without another word.
Chapter 4 – Shocking the Store Clerk
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The poor clerk looked both disappointed and yet relieved at the same
time. It was a shame she didn’t make a sale to the couple but then
again, now it was just the three of us in the store.
“Sorry about that,” I said to her contritely, “We didn’t mean to make
them leave.”
“Don’t worry, they’ve been in here a dozen times now and still haven’t
spent a penny,” she said as she shrugged her shoulders indifferently.
Then she gave us both a funny look as she started to say something but
then seemed to think better of it and stayed quiet. Then she changed her
mind again and came over to us on the other side of the counter.
“Ummmmm, I don’t know how to say this but was all that just a tease or
what?”
“That depends. Would you like it to be more?” my dad said, taking the
lead.
Her face flushed and she seemed again to be uncertain what to say. She
glanced at the entrance but business was certainly slow as nobody was
even looking in the windows. She was a cute girl, maybe in her early
twenties. More the girl- next-door look than fashion model. Her blonde
hair was pulled back rather severely into a bun and her clothes were that
of a girl trying to look business- like. It’s a shame so many girls
think they have to dress like a man to be accepted seriously when there
are so many feminine outfit choices today.
Seeing she was tongue-tied, my dad continued with, “Is there someplace in
back where we can be a little less conspicuous?”
What he was inferring without actually saying it was that he wanted to
fuck me but even he knew better than to do it in the middle of a store
open to the public. It as naughty enough to feel me up where anyone
walking in would have gotten an eyeful but to fuck me was another matter
entirely. She was pretty sharp and I could tell from the way she looked
at me that she got the message, loud and clear. Now it was up to her.
“Well, we have an office in back where they do the paperwork,” she
offered.
“Do you mind?” my dad said, taking me by the hand and leading me to the
back even before she could respond. There was only one door at the rear
of the store so it wasn’t like we needed directions. My heart was
pounding as we stepped into a cluttered office and the girl followed
behind us. She stood in the doorway, as if wanting to watch what was
going on inside but at the same time allowing her to keep an eye on the
store.
“By the way, I’m Kelly,” I introduced myself She simply replied, “Cindy.”
“And this is my dad. You can call him John.”
Until now she had been looking at us with a mixture of curiosity and
trepidation. All that disappeared from her face as her mouth dropped
open and her blue eyes widened.
“He’s your... father?” she asked, her voice almost failing her.
“I guess you could say I’m a daddy’s girl,” I teased her and then reached
up to kiss my dad on the lips. He responded by hugging me tight and
sharing his tongue while Cindy just stood there and stared.
“You mean you’ve never wanted to fuck your dad, Cindy?” I continued to
tease her as I dropped by thong to the floor and stepped out of it,
leaving it there for the time being. “NO!” she gasped, “I would NEVER do
that!”
“Well Cindy, you don’t know what you’ve been missing,” I said in a sultry
tone, switching my gaze between my dad and her. “Show her how you fuck
me daddy.”
“Whatever you want baby,” he replied, undoing his pants in the process.
He dropped them the floor and left them by my thong, leaving on his shirt
which hung down and partially covered his ass and crotch, but not enough
to hide his dick from sticking out between the flaps. I reached down and
held his cock in my hand, slowly stroking it with one hand.
“So Cindy, what do you think of my daddy’s dick? Isn’t it just awesome”
Something told me Cindy wasn't going to be saying much from here on out.
Her mouth was stuck in a partially open position and her eyes were
riveted to my dad’s crotch where my hand held his stiff dick.
“Do you want to watch me suck it Cindy?” I asked her, not expecting a
reply but happy with just a further widening of her eyes at the
suggestion of me giving my dad a blowjob.
There was no sense waiting for a response that was never going to come so
I bent my knees and squatted in front of my dad and took his dick in my
mouth. Since basically this was a show for Cindy, I went straight at it
and took his entire dick in my mouth, burying my face in his thick pubic
hair with my nose pressed into his crotch. My dad, realizing what I was
doing, kept Cindy involved.
“Oh god that feels good! What do you think of my daughter Cindy? Look
at her taking it all.”
I bobbed my head back and forth, sucking his cock like a cheap porn star.
His cock was just long enough that the final inch or so had to go down my
throat but that wasn’t difficult compared to some of the longer ones I’ve
sucked over the years. I turned my head to look at Cindy, keeping my
dad’s dick in my mouth the entire time. She was looking at us with an
almost blank look on her face, as if she couldn’t believe what she was
watching. At the same time, she wasn't making any effort to stop us or
even look away.
“Didn’t you ever want to suck your daddy’s dick Cindy?” I asked, letting
his dick flop from my mouth to catch my breath. I stroked his wet shaft
with both hands as I grinned at Amy. Actually, at the moment I was more
turned in by her watching us than the actual BJ I was giving my dad. She
just shook her head violently back and forth.
“You mean you’re daddy never got hard when you sat on his lap Cindy?” I
teased her some more, “Didn’t you ever catch him staring when you wore a
sexy bikini?”
Although she didn’t say yes, at the same time she didn’t shake her head
at these questions.
“Looks like my daddy’s ready now Cindy,” I continued, “Would you like to
watch him fuck me?”
The poor girl, I almost felt sorry for her. It was obvious she had never
been involved in anything like this before and she was way out of her
comfort zone. Yet at the same time it was like watching a horrible car
accident, you know you shouldn’t watch but at the same time you can’t
tear your eyes away.
I stood up and turned around, putting my hands on the edge of the desk.
Stepping back a bit so I was leaning over onto the desk, I spread my legs
shamelessly to give my dad, and especially Cindy, a clear view of my
shaved pussy. Again, this was more for the fun of seeing Cindy’s
reactions than intimate sex so my dad didn’t waste any time when it came
to his turn. He lined himself up with my pussy and shoved his dick in
me, pushing it in to the hilt until I could feel his lush pubic hair
pressed between him and my bare butt. I gasped, a little
melodramatically to be sure, at the pure pleasure that rippled through me
as he drove his cock in my pussy.
“Oh God Cindy, he feels so good!” I gasped again, looking over at her to
see her reaction to my father fucking me. I had a feeling she thought we
were just teasing her before when I mentioned him fucking me. To see a
girl’s father actually drill his daughter’s pussy right in front of her
had to be quite a shock.
“Fuck me daddy,” I said to him, making sure Cindy heard me. I made sure
to include the “daddy” part because I wanted to emphasize that my own
father was fucking me.
“Oh yeah baby, your pussy is so damn tight!” he groaned as he thrust
himself over and over into my pussy, driving his stiff shaft as deep as
he could into me and pulling out most of the way before driving himself
back in again. There wasn’t a whole lot of technique involved, but I was
sure it had to look hot as hell for Cindy.
“I bet your daddy would love to do this to you too Cindy,” my dad said,
not slowing a bit as he continued to pound my pussy. “I bet your daddy
still masturbates wishing he could fuck you… just like I’m fucking my
daughter now.”
Cindy maintained her “deer-in-the-headlights” stare. I noticed her
licking her lips more and she shifted her weight about as if something
was itching inside. I had a pretty good idea what was itching!
“Do you want my daddy to fuck you too?” I offered with a naughty grin as
my dad’s dick continued to pound me.
It was a calculated risk. Of course my dad would never actually fuck her
as that would be adultery for him, but she didn’t know that. From the
way she acted I knew she would never say yes but I just had to see how
she reacted. I wasn’t disappointed. She gasped and her mouth dropped
open. She didn’t say anything but from the way her face flushed and she
shook her head it was perfectly clear that the idea turned her on but was
WAY she would actually do it.
For whatever reason, seeing her reaction was the final straw. Between
everything my dad and I had done so far, the feeling of him inside of me,
and now the way Cindy was staring at us as he fucked me, was more than
enough to get me off – and hard!
“Oh God daddy, make me cum!” I cried out softly. Thank goodness nobody
was in the store because odds were they would have heard enough to arouse
their suspicions. The way my pussy was feeling though, I wouldn’t have
given a damn who heard me.
“Oh Cindy, my daddy’s making me cum!” I called over to her, wishing she
would join us until I suddenly gasped and moaned as this tremendous
feeling of pleasure and lust suddenly overwhelmed me. God I felt so
good! I wasn’t faking it, not in the least. Cindy was getting to see me
cumming for real – and really hard at that!
It was all I could do to stand on my two feet as my dad helped steady me.
I dropped my head and sagged as my legs felt like Jell-O and my entire
body was tingling like one giant funny bone had been hit.
“Oh daddy, that feels so damn good!” I exclaimed as my pussy tightened
down on his dick like a vise.
“I cumming too baby,” my dad suddenly announced.
Normally we would have stretched this out a lot longer, maybe until my
second orgasm, but that wasn't going to happen under these circumstances.
Besides, I was getting almost as worked up over the show we were putting
on for Cindy as I was about my dad’s cock inside of me.
Although my dad loves to cum in my pussy more than anywhere else, for a
brief moment I thought he was going to pull out and squirt his cum on my
ass for Cindy’s benefit. He pulled his dick out of me but instead of
shooting his cum on my butt, he grabbed my hips and spun me around. To
my surprise, he pushed his dick to my mouth and I opened my lips without
even thinking about what I was doing, reacting totally on instinct.
“Oh fuck!” my dad groaned as he stroked his cock a few time until he
started squirting his cum into my mouth. I leaned forward to make sure
his dick was in my mouth and I could feel the warm loads of cum stroke
the back of my throat. The sharp taste and slimy feel of his cum in my
mouth was so nice. He finally gave it one last jerk and then held still
as I tried to swallow the cum they had collected at the back of my
throat.
When he was finished, I turned to Cindy and opened my mouth so she could
see my dad’s cum that remained on it. I felt so proud of my dad! Then I
closed my mouth and swallowed the rest of it down, turning back to Cindy
then and showing her my empty mouth.
“Mmmmmmm, my dad’s cock and cum taste so good. You don’t know what
you’re missing Cindy,” I teased her some more.
With that I grabbed our clothes from the floor and stood up. I handed my
dad back his stuff and he quickly dressed while I slipped my thong back
on. When we were ready I led the way back out to the store. Cindy took
her position behind the counter, acting as though nothing had happened.
A closer look at her would have dispelled that rumor. Her face was beet
red and I could have sworn I smelled her sex. She was really turned on!
Just then a couple of guys walked in, one with what looked to be a
girlfriend. Hmmmmmm, pretty hot! Too bad they hadn’t come in a little
earlier! My dad looked at Cindy and smiled.
“OK, so where were we? I think I like the ones in this case.”
At first I thought my dad was just playing along but then I saw what he
was referring to – some of the most beautiful Leo diamond earrings!
“What do you think Cindy, does my daughter deserve these?” he asked,
pointing to one of the pairs.
Cindy looked at me and then smiled demurely at my dad saying, “Oh I think
she deserves THESE even more.”
I could have kissed her. She held out a pair of 1 caret earrings (each)
and handed them to my dad.
“I think she would great walking out of the store in these, don’t you
sir?
My dad looked at me and smiled. He nodded at Cindy and pulled out his
wallet to buy them for me. My dad is SO wonderful! After he had paid,
Cindy put the earrings in my ears and I winked at her, quickly licking my
lips for her benefit.
“Well, I hope this was your best sale today Cindy,” I said to her softly.
The others may have overheard me but there was nothing in what I said
that would have told them WHY I thought it would be her best sale. Note
that I didn’t say her “most expensive” sale (although they DID cost a
fortune.
“Oh I don’t know,” she said, almost giggling like a school girl passing
notes in class, “It may be my all-time best!”
We said goodbye so she could serve the other customers. As we walked out
my dad gave me a hug.
“Well Kelly, does that make-up for everything?” he said with a grin.
“Oh daddy, I LOVE the earrings!” I exclaimed. The look on his face as
priceless! “Oh daddy, you know I am teasing you. I love the earrings
but I LOVED how you fucked me before. That was SO hot!”
I couldn’t wait to get home to tell my mom all about it. My mom always
told me that makeup sex was the best. Well, I bet she never had great
makeup sex AND an expensive pair of earrings, all at the same time.
THE END