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Oh Daddy!
by Scorpio00155 (scorpio00155@MailAndNews.com)
***
Gennie had always been a daddy's girl, but then one
night, she became more, much, much more... (MF, inc)
***
I suppose my life was fairly good, at eighteen I had a
good job, which at that time was a miracle, enough money
to keep me in fashion clothes wise, parents who loved
me, and boys fawning over me. Having boys and men
humming around me like bees was something I liked, not
that I always gave them what they wanted, I wasn't that
easy you know, but it was flattering to be in such
demand.
It was cheap too as I never went Dutch, if a man wanted
to go out with me he paid for it, sometimes he got a
return on his investment, sometimes he didn't, just like
the stock market there was always a risk and I knew that
I had something they wanted and used it to full
advantage, mine of course.
As for my home life I had no complaints there, neither
of my parents were overbearing, they were proud of my
achievements and always encouraged me in whatever I did.
Mum was a social animal, between her clubs and events we
rarely saw her in the evenings, but it kept her happy
and didn't give her much time to pry into my sexual
activities. Her one wish was that I would find a 'nice'
man and settle down, but it was not one of my priorities
in life so the less time she had to raise the matter the
better I liked it.
I was actually closer to my father than my mother, at
fifty he was still an active and, according to the girls
I worked with, an attractive man, naturally I had never
looked at him this way. My father had taken early
retirement after a fortuitous win on the pools and spent
his time either at golf, gardening or in DIY projects;
when he wasn't involved in any of these he'd be curled
up with a book.
Very early on I had found that it was easier to talk to
my father about my problems than to my mother,
especially when I became aware of sex, mum would 'um'
and 'ah' about the subject whereas dad would give a
straight answer if he could, I soon found myself
confiding my secrets in him and though he tutted at some
of the things I did he always did it with a grin. Maybe
we were closer than most fathers and daughters, I don't
know, but if I had a problem I at least knew who I could
turn to for a sympathetic ear.
One evening I went out with a dishy guy from the office,
mum had gone off to one of her clubs before I went out
and dad was reading in the living room when I left. The
early part of the evening went quite well, the guy took
me to a posh restaurant and I had just about decided to
let him have me as a reward when the idiot went and blew
it.
Right there at the table he slipped a hand under the
table and tried to get his hand under my skirt, dishy he
may have been, but I was not having that, not in public
and not without a little preliminary courting first.
What had started out as a pleasant evening ended with me
slapping him round the face and storming out of the
restaurant. The worst part was that I was feeling randy
and had actually been looking forward to letting him
take me back to his place for some fun.
When I got home dad was still in the living room, he
looked up as I entered, smiled, frowned then laid his
book to one side. "Want to talk about it Virginia?" he
asked.
"Is it that obvious?" I sighed.
"Only to your old Da'," he grinned.
So I sat down and told him about what had happened, he
laughed then patted my knee.
"I suppose he was so used to women swooning over him
that it never occurred to him that one would say no."
Dad laughed.
"If he'd played his cards right," I grinned, "he would
have got what he wanted anyway, I'd just made up my mind
when he went and spoilt it."
"What a silly boy," dad grinned, "but I can't really
blame him you know, you are too pretty for your own good
my love, the temptation gets too much sometimes, after
all that's all we men are good for isn't it."
"Oh dad," I laughed, "you do have one or two other
uses."
After talking with my father I felt a hell of a lot
better though no less randy, the prospect of playing
with my vibrator did not please me, but it was too late
to find another decent date so it looked as though I was
left with little choice.
It was just after nine and I knew that my mother would
be out until one in the morning or even later so at
least I could let myself go, I hated having to hold back
my cries so that my mother wouldn't hear them, dad just
laughed when he heard the noise coming from my room and
ribbed me about it later on. With a sigh I got to my
feet and headed towards the living room door.
"BZZZZ." Dad laughed.
Poking my tongue out at him I went off to my room, it
took me only a few minutes to get undressed, it took
longer to decide which of my vibrators to use, but in
the end I settled for a ten incher and lay back on my
bed to enjoy myself as best I could.
It really wasn't my night, I'd played with my large
tits, fingered my pussy and was getting a good high from
the vibrator when the damned thing died on me, with a
little whimper of frustration I grabbed one of the
others out of my cupboard only to find that the
batteries were dead.
Needing to get off I flopped on the bed and dug my
fingers into my burning pussy, with fast, almost
desperate strokes I tried to make myself climax, but it
just wasn't happening, even tweaking my clit did no good
and I felt tears of frustration running down my cheeks
as I frigged myself desperately.
"OH DAMN!" I cursed pulling my fingers from my pussy,
"DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!"
There was a knock at my bedroom door followed by my
father's voice asking if I was all right, throwing a
robe around myself I called out to him to enter. My
pussy felt as though it was on fire as my father stepped
into the room, he noted the vibrator I had thrown aside
lying near the door and stooped to pick it up.
He was wearing a dressing gown and it flapped open a
little to reveal his cock hanging between his legs for a
moment. "The modern marvel not doing the job?" he asked
laying the thing on my dressing table and adjusting his
gown.
"The bloody things broken and the damned batteries have
died in all the others!" I said in frustration, "Fuck
it!"
"Come on Ginnie," dad said soothingly, "calm down."
"I wish I bloody could1" I retorted.
"Listen," dad smiled, "I've just run a bath, you hop
into it and relax, I think you need it more than I do."
"It's not a flaming bath I need," I muttered.
Dad must have heard me because he grinned, I squirmed a
little on the bed to try and ease the heat of my pussy,
my robe flapped apart without me realising it and my
father drew in a sharp breath.
Oblivious to the fact that I was displaying my body to
him I saw him lick his lips then turn his eyes away from
me, thinking I had offended him in some way I stood up
which made my robe flap around me, but I didn't notice
it.
"Dad," I said quietly as I touched his shoulder, "are
you all right?"
He turned his head and nodded, his eyes were unusually
wide and his breathing seemed a little fast to me,
through the burning of my pussy I was concerned that he
was coming down with something. His eyes turned away
from me again and I heard him take a shuddering breath
then sigh.
"Go and have that bath love," He said in a voice that
sounded unsteady.
I turned to do as he asked knowing full well that I'd
not get any relaxation from anything until I had at
least one orgasm, it was then that I noticed that my
robe was hanging open and it dawned on me why my father
had suddenly started acting so strangely.
A sudden thrill of excitement ran through me that
brought me near to a climax, it shocked me to think that
I could get turned on at the thought that my father had
been able to see my naked body, it was an even bigger
shock to realise that he had been turned on by what he'd
seen. The next moment a pair of hands came under my arms
and cupped my tits.
I gasped and froze as my father pulled the material of
the robe to one side and began to play with my nipples,
a moment later he turned me towards the bed and leant me
over it. His breathing was harsh in my ear as he tugged
my robe up over my back, then his hands were back on my
tits and something hard yet soft was pushing at my
burning pussy, my pent up orgasm ripped through me as
his cock surged into me in one motion, I cried out and
shook in his grasp. "Oh daddy," I gasped in a weak
voice, "no!"
Whether he heard me or not didn't seem to make any
difference, like a man possessed he began to fuck me
with heavy thrusts that literally drove me wild, all
thoughts of who was doing me went out of my head as he
drove me to another orgasm. I must have been crying out
to him to stop, I'm sure I was, but all I was really
aware of was the pleasure I was getting from his long
hard prick as it slid in and out of my pussy.
Explosions of ecstasy rushed through my body like a
solid blow, my knees buckled under me, but my father's
strong hands at my tits and his cock in my pussy stopped
me from falling to the floor. Then I heard him groan and
felt him push hard into me, his cock digging deep into
my body as a hot glow spread inside me, it was his seed
filling me with its heat and I cried out from the sheer
bliss it was giving to me; my body shaking
uncontrollably against him as he leant over my back
making deep sounds in his throat.
A few moments later dad pulled his prick from my pussy
and lowered me down to the bed, twisting my head around
I looked up at him, tears of sheer pleasure were
streaming down my cheeks, but my father must have
thought the tears were for another reason and it snapped
him back to himself. His face went deathly pale as he
stared down at me, I knew that he could see his juices
starting to leak from my pussy as he took a step away
from where I lay trembling in post orgasmic bliss.
"Oh Jesus... what have I done!" dad gasped.
With shame and guilt written in his eyes my father
turned and ran from the room, I would have followed him
immediately, but my legs felt rubbery and I was still
shaking like a leaf from the excitement inside me. Maybe
if I had followed him that would have been the end of
the matter, but as I lay there recovering I was thinking
about what had happened. I'd been raped by my own father
yet I had enjoyed it so much I'd had more than one
orgasm, by god he had fucked me better than most of my
recent lovers and he'd been hurrying at that.
As I finally managed to sit up I realised that I was
getting randy again and the only reason there could be
for this was the thought of my father fucking me, it was
all that was filling my mind, I felt ashamed of myself
for the sudden desire I had for him to fuck me again,
but the more I thought about it the more I wanted it to
happen.
Getting off the bed I let my robe slip off my shoulders,
stark naked I stepped out into the hall and hesitated, I
was unsure where my father had gone until I heard sounds
coming from my parent's bedroom so I headed that way.
The door was open and I could see my father, still in
his gown though now it was hanging open as he sat on the
edge of the double bed with his face in his hands,
whatever he may have been feeling his cock was of a
different mind as it lay in his lap looking half erect.
Quietly I stepped into the room and closed the door, my
father didn't seem to notice my entrance and I stood
there for a moment watching him in his remorse. He must
have been going over and over what had happened for his
shoulders were sagging ever lower, yet at the same time
his cock was growing harder, and even as I stood
watching it began to stand to attention.
"Dad?" I said softly with desire burning hotly inside
me.
"I'm sorry Virginia," he sobbed without raising his face
from his hands, "I don't know what the hell came over
me."
I don't think he was even aware that his gown was wide
open or his cock was erect let alone that I was standing
there in the nude, crossing to the bed I knelt in front
of him and leant against his legs.
"You must hate me for what I've done," my father sighed.
There was only one way to show him that I didn't hate
him at all, at the same time I would satisfy the burning
desire in me. Smiling softly to myself I pushed his
shoulders until he was lying back on the bed, I stood up
and straddled his body before he could realise what was
happening.
His hands fell to his side as I thrust down on him,
taking his whole cock into my pussy in one go, his red,
teary eyes went wide and his mouth opened in dismay as I
leant forward onto his chest. "VIRGINIA!" He cried.
"Daddy?" I smiled at him.
I think he was so shocked that he couldn't respond,
leaning down I kissed him gently and felt him stiffen
then relax, as I sat there with his cock buried deep
inside me I felt happy and wildly excited. His cock
filled my pussy to stretching point and though I was not
moving on him just the feel of him inside me was pushing
me towards a climax.
"God Ginnie," dad gasped when I raised my head again,
"what are you doing?"
"I'm fucking you," I grinned, "what does it look like
I'm doing?"
"B-but..." He gaped at me, "for god's sake, I raped
you!"
"Did you?" I sighed as I started to move on his cock, "I
thought you were giving me just what I needed and God
did I need to be fucked!"
"B=but..." he tried to speak.
Delicious thrills were running through me as his cock
slid in and out of my pussy as I rode him slowly, I knew
that in a few minutes I'd be too far gone in my pleasure
to think let alone talk so I hurried to explain how I
felt.
"I admit," I cut across his words, "that it was a shock
at first, but the way you made me feel, God the way you
made me feel had me climaxing so hard that I could
barely breath. You know what a randy bitch I am, how
could I resist what you were doing to me?
"Dad, when you left me I was so high I couldn't move and
while I lay there I was thinking about what you'd done
to me, I liked it, hell I loved it and thinking about it
was getting me all hot in the pussy again. I don't give
a damn whether it's illegal or not, whether it's wrong
or not, all I want is for you to fuck me and to keep on
fucking me."
I fell silent as my passion rose to such a level that I
could no longer concentrate enough to form the words, as
I had spoken my father had started to move with me, his
cock surging up to meet me as I thrust down on him. Then
his hands were on my tits, I felt his fingers teasing my
nipples and sending me even more over the top.
"Ginnie," dad breathed, "god help me, but I want you as
much as you seem to want me."
"Shut... up... and... fuck... me!" I gasped out just
before I screamed my way into an orgasm.
Dad's head twisted down as he took one of my nipples
into his mouth, my orgasm intensified and I flopped
helplessly on top of him, my body bucking on his as he
continued to slide his prick in my pussy. Then I felt
myself falling to one side, his weight coming onto me as
his cock thrust back into my pussy and continued
thrusting in a deliriously slow stroke that drove me
totally crazy.
I know I was shouting and swearing, though I haven't a
clue what I was saying, blast after delicious blast of
ecstasy and bliss exploded through me as my father
fucked me in a way I had never been fucked before, he
ground his body on mine with each thrust, crushing my
clit and increasing my pleasure until I thought I would
die.
As if from a great distance I heard my father cry out,
his body bore down on me mercilessly and a sudden burst
of heat filled me as he shot his seed deep inside me,
but this time my father didn't pull out of me. Instead
he began to thrust again, his cock still hard inside me,
his breathing harsh and laboured in my ears as he leant
his head on my shoulder. I must have deafened him with
my cries of enjoyment, but all it seemed to do was make
him fuck me faster and harder than before.
Once again he crushed me delightfully with his body, his
hot seed flooding into me as he came again, then, after
a few slow thrusts, he pulled his slowly shrinking prick
from my pussy and rolled off me.
God knows how long we lay there, it seemed ages before I
could even comprehend what was around me let alone sit
up and take note, but at last our bodies recovered and
we sat up. I hugged my father to thank him for giving me
so much satisfaction.
"We must do this again," I sighed happily.
"Give me half an hour and we will," Dad said quietly.
"Oh no, I didn't mean now!" I gasped looking at him.
Then I laughed as I realised that he was winding me up,
he looked as tired and as satisfied as I felt. I knew I
would have to return to my own room soon or my mother
would catch us together, but I really didn't want to let
go of him.
"Did you really mean what you said?" dad asked, "About
doing it again that is."
"Whenever you want to," I smiled. "Why do you ask?"
"Oh nothing," dad grinned boyishly. "I was just thinking
that I might take you to a restaurant somewhere and
shove my hand up your dress under the table."
"If I was in a restaurant with you," I grinned back,
"you can be sure I won't be wearing any panties."
A few weeks later my father did take me to a restaurant,
one well away from where we lived of course, I wasn't
wearing panties and he stuck his hand up my dress under
the table, the waiter must have thought I was having a
fit when I climaxed as he served the food.
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