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For D.

By: Make_My_Day



It is almost the twenty second. The thought of seeing you then, the possibilities it brings, sends a certain electricity through my body. Do you know that feeling when the water is very hot, not hurting you just yet, but nearly. Your body is tense and alert, it's ready for the pain but it is not coming. I feel like that. My body is excited with the prospect of you, my skin is tinkling and I can faintly feel my heartbeat down in my groins.

On the twenty second you will be in The Hague. It will be a nice, mild Sunday. You will have dinner with the other six members of the council as well as the board of directors. You will gather at the restaurant bar and you will have a few beers at about five. You will share one or two remarkable tales regarding developments in the industry. This is where you are in your element. Here, in an intellectually stimulating crowd, with a beer in your hand. 

You will all have dinner here. You will be served five small courses and a cool white wine. A Sauvignon Blanc to start with, building it up to a woody Chardonnay with the main course.

I will catch the train at about seven in the evening, I will not want to wait at home any longer, I will prefer to wait in the hotel room. I will have taken a light meal and a long, hot shower. The ritual of applying body lotion to my smooth skin will be tantalizing to me, like foreplay. I will undoubtedly be tempted to slide my hands down, from my breasts, over my belly, down to my clitoris, but I will not. I know I would not be able to stop until I have finished it and that would be a waste. It would be like eating plain bread before an exquisite meal. But my body will be on fire then. It is already heating up as I am writing this.

I will put on the suspender belt. You told me you found them very sexy, so I will wear it on the twenty second. A black suspender belt, a black bra, no panties. Just as you suggested. With care I will slip my legs into the stockings and attach them, while I will be sitting on the edge of my bath. 

I will look into the floor to ceiling mirror and will find that suspender belts are indeed quite sexy. I will turn around, and look over my shoulder to see what the back looks like. Two big round cheeks will look very inviting. I will bend over slightly and think of the old fashioned pin-ups, albeit they would have worn panties, black satin panties.

I will slip into a simple black t-shirt with a V-neck and a black skirt that reaches just above my knees. A wide skirt that dances around my legs as I walk. I will have already dried my hair and will have applied my make up. I will have sprinkled some CK One behind my ears and between my breasts, thinking of how you will cup them and bury your face between them. Your tongue will greedily move from one hard, pink nipple to your left to the one on your right.

I will be ready in the bathroom at about six thirty. I will return to my living room where I will put put on my high heels, the ones with the little strap around my ankle. On my large wooden table I will have laid out the items I will need to bring tonight. Among them will be the silk pouch holding the vibrator Durex Play Inspiration. We have been jokingly referring to it as Mr Inspiration and you mentioned that you are anxious to meet him.

I will need to bring make-up and deodorant as tomorrow I will come back and go straight to work. Will I bring panties and trousers or shall I go to work like this the next morning? Perhaps let my skirt slide up my thigh a little on Monday afternoon? What do you think our colleagues would say? Do you think they would even notice?

I will put on my red leather jacket. The sun will go down soon and the evening will be a bit chilly. I will loosely wrap a blue silk scarf around my neck. I may use it later that night to tie your wrists together when you lay naked on your back and I will ride you like a pony. I like that expression almost as much as the act. Ride you like a pony.

I will look at myself one last time in the mirror over the fireplace and apply some lip balm. The balm will make my lips look moist and slightly pink. They will be even fuller than normal that evening because they swell with my arousal, just like the lips of my vagina. I will cast one more glance around the house, grab my bag and head for the train station. At the shop at the train station I will buy myself a small bottle of white wine to keep me company while I will be waiting for you.

Walking in evening breeze, sitting in the train and in the taxi, all this time I will be very conscious of the fact that I am not wearing my usual briefs.





I am at the hotel. I walk to the reception desk in the lobby. My heels sound dramatic on the white marble floor.

"There's an envelope for me here" I say confidently to the young man behind the counter. You have left the small pouch for me with the second key card to your room. The guy rummages around a little before he hands it to me. It says 'For D.' You have sent me the room number by text this afternoon.

Will the other male members of the council and the board have a much younger mistress or a call girl waiting for them as well? Surely the women at the table will not, but the men? How many have been put up in a hotel like you? How many will find their manhood stiffening by the thought of returning to their room and the promise of what awaits them there? Look around the table, D. How many will tower over a moaning body later tonight? How many will feel warm breasts heaving with ecstasy? Can you imagine any of them with their lips slightly parted, breathing heavily while they drive their throbbing member into the warm, luscious depth of their companion?

You know you will.

I enter the room and look around, drop my bag next to yours. I take off my jacket and hang it over a chair, together with the blue scarf. I take off my shoes. The temperature in the room is perfect. When I use the restroom I wash myself rather than use the toilet paper, thinking of how your tongue can quickly and masterfully bring me to an orgasm every time. Like the very first time you came to my apartment. You had pulled down my pants, they were still around my ankles, my sneakers were still on my feet and you had buried your face in my lap. The tip of your tongue was working on my clitoris and although I wanted to resist you, afraid of all the terrifying consequences this may have on my job and my visa, I couldn't. I came quickly, hard and unexpectedly. I came without wanting to come, it was truly overwhelming. It is hard to believe it has been more than two years already.

I take out my book and the bottle of wine. Screw cap, naturally. I pour myself a glass, take a big swig and then put it on the night stand. I take Mr Inspiration out of my bag and out of it´s pouch. My fingers trace it´s smooth, velvety surface. I position it on the night stand as well, together with the lubricant I have brought. 

When everything is set up, I lay down on the bed. Fully dressed aside from my shoes and my panties. I stretch out and sigh. I am so ready to feel your thick, hard cock deep inside of me, but it will be at least another hour before you will be able to get away. My crotch is screaming to be touched. My lips and clitoris throbbing, I clench my fists. Just.. just a touch. I stick my index- and middle finger in my mouth, lick them and bring them to that pulsing little nob that seems to be the on- and off button to my brain. It feels so good, I close my eyes and let out a grunt. Not yet. Not yet.

I have to practice a lot of self control to take my fingers out of between that warm, wet slit. I turn myself around, lay face down, sigh and take another big sip from my wine. Frustrated, I grab and open my book.

Almost two hours pass. You have felt your dick swelling, and have occasionally touched it briefly under the table. Just fleetingly. You too have considered going to the restroom and masturbate, but you are saving it up. You have so much more self control than I have. The CFO to your right is normally a very engaging woman, but tonight you are just not the complete one hundred percent there.

When dinner is over and coffee has been served, you decline the offer for another drink and excuse yourself. The hotel is a five minute walk and you walk it quickly. You quietly stick the key card in the door, your heart is beating fast, from the brisk walk and partly from the excitement. It is silent, I am dozing and do not hear you come in.

I'm still face down, my face is turned away from the door, my head resting on the opened novel. My right leg is pulled up slightly and you can see the clips from my suspenders protrude from under the rim of my skirt. You noiselessly undress while you watch me lying there, available and for the taking.

You stand naked by the side of the bed and finally you wrap your fingers around your club. You have been wanting to do this for hours now. Your erection is solid and you can finally give it the attention it has been asking for all during dinner. 

You take the hem of my skirt between the fingers of your other hand and lift it up to my waist. You are savoring the site of my naked ass framed by the suspenders. An image to remember for the next time you find yourself with a hard on, in a hotel room by yourself. The pulled up leg exposes the glistering cleavage of my cunt. You could just penetrate me now, the throbbing head of your cock would part the juicy flesh and find its way to the narrow opening of my cavity. You could simply have your way with me. No foreplay, no questions asked. I would wake up when you are well inside of me, thrusting your member in the wet warmth until you unload deep into this off guard pussy.

Instead you wet the tips of your finger and seek out my clitoris, alternatively dipping your fingers into my tunnel. I moan and squirm under your touch and my ass comes up to meet your fondling. I push the book off the bed and bury my face in the pillow, heaving with the delightful sensations with which you wake me. You always push the right buttons, instantly turning me on like a flashlight. 

I'm about to come, having built up this tension for weeks, when you pull your hand away. I turn around with a bewildered grunt. You are still standing by the side of the bed. 

"Hello" you say smiling down at me.

"Hello". I smile back. You bend over and give me a kiss.

Your hefty mast points straight ahead, your hand slowly moving up and down the length of your shaft. 

"Touch yourself" you say, and I immediately obey. I bite my lip and watch you standing over me, jerking off while you watch me masturbate. It is intoxicating.

I lick my lips. You lay your other hand on my head, and I eagerly follow the hint. Turning back on my stomach, I lay across the bed and take you into my mouth. I love giving you head, I love to hear you groan like now.

"Oh... this feels good. Hmm.. you do it so well". 

It turns me on. Your dick grows larger still between my lips and I am convinced you are about to ejaculate in my mouth when you tell me to stop and to turn around.

I get on my knees on the bed, quickly turn and longingly position my pelvis in front of yours. I shiver and say what I have been thinking all day "Oh God.. I want you to fuck me so badly".

"Is that so..?" you say while you slowly penetrate me. I let the air out in a deeply satisfied sigh, as a heroine junky who just put the needle in. My muscles can finally relax, I close my eyes while you slowly move in and out, your hands comfortably on my ass cheeks. Holding me in position while you thrust, lazily but very deeply inside of me.

"Just do this all night long" I sigh, drunk with pleasure.

"Lay down" you tell me after a while. I am dazed. In a state where you can do absolutely anything with me. I am enslaved with rapture. You have noticed the purple and white vibrator on the night stand.

"Mr Inspiration I presume?" you say jokingly. I just smile and nod as I rosily look up to you. You turn it around in your hand. "Hm."

Operating your new found friend is easy. Left and right for intensity of vibration, up an down for different intervals. You push the buttons and have figured it out in seconds. 

"Hm" you express again.

I have taken the opportunity to take off my shirt and bra. Throw them in a corner.

You're holding the vibrator up in your right hand when your eyes turn to me again and you smile devilishly. I actually blush. I am on my back, wearing only the suspender belt, stockings and the skirt pulled up around my waist. You take some of the lubricant and apply it to the head of the purple joystick. You rest one hand on my knee and I longingly part me legs. You push the button for medium intense vibes and bring it down to my pussy. I gasp for air as you move the vibrating rod up and down between my swollen lips and circle the head around my clitoris. I arch my back, I am breathing heavily. Fascinated you watch my expressions as you probe me with this tool.

I clench my fists in ecstasy.

"Is that good?" You breathe into my ear. 

I can only moan affirmatively. "Oh yes" I managed to formulate.

"Yeah? You like that? Hm?" You sound so extremely turned on as well. "It's like watching another man fuck you. Ravaging you." You whisper.

I seek out your lips and kiss you, my tongue hungrily finding yours. I am so unbelievably horny.

"And when he's done.." you continue "it's my turn to have my way with you".

My dam breaks. That thought, that slight threat in your voice, just puts me over the edge. I grasp your wrist firmly as my entire body tenses in a violent climax. When the waves subsides I fall limb. You gently pull out the vibrator and turn it off. I kiss you once more.

"That was amazing" I sigh, beaming gratefully.

"I would say Mr Inspiration and I are getting along quite well" you reply smiling and fall back on the pillow, I turn on my side, my head on your shoulder. My fingers run through your chest hair. I adore your wide, hairy chest. It's so sexy.

I lift up my torso, your hand is on my back, while my hand finds its was down your belly, slides down left thigh and comes up to cup your balls, then your dick. I bend over and engulf your member with my mouth again. With one hand behind your head, the other resting in my neck you lay back and indulge wholeheartedly in this delight. You close your eyes. My tongue plays around with the tip, my lips massage your shaft, my fingers are wrapped around the base. 

I could suck on your dick all night, but when you are absolutely rock hard and so thick, I cannot resist but to mount you. I throw one leg over you, hold your club while I impale myself on it. You take advantage by cupping my breast, take my nipples in your mouth. After a little while you tell me to turn around again, to sit on you with my back facing you. You pull off my skirt, over my head, and slap my ass. I like a bit of spanking. I moan.

Instead of moving up and down, I move my hips around, like I am slowly dancing with your pulsing cock inside of me. This is my idea of pole dancing. There is no question you are enjoying it, your hands on my hips, the occasional slap on my ass, the deep groans behind me. This feels so good. My passage is extra sensitive after the orgasm, I feel your hot rod burning inside of me. I can easily come again.

You are getting close too, I can feel it, the way your cock throbs just a bit harder and gets just a little fatter. A particular pat is enough for me to understand I should get off. You come to your knees as well, get behind me and bend me over. One hand pushing me forward, the other pulling my hips toward you. Now you will fuck me hard, I know it, I love it. You penetrate me none too gentle this time and indeed fuck me hard and deep. You take me in the most literal sense. Like an animal, with no regard for my pleasure, now you just want to come deep inside of me. Unload, ejaculate, spew, erupt, release. 

I lean on one elbow to reach down to my clitoris, rubbing it feverishly while you pound me hard. Thrust deep. Your fingers are digging into my hips. I grunt into the pillow as I come again, on your thick, hard cock this time. My muscles contract uncontrollably. You must feel the spasm as you let out a deep, deep "Oohhhh" and erupt forcefully. 

"Ohh.. yes.." you breathe. 

I can feel your warm cum spread deep inside of me. We drop to the bed, panting, limp with this incredible release.

It is almost the twenty second, D...



XxD.

For Daddy







For Daddy with Love



If you are reading this expecting a conventional incest story you will be disappointed. If you are hoping for a long bout of sex, same again. This perhaps over long story is about how one man comes to review the relationship he has with his daughter and the questions her actions create within him. So it is a relationship story with some sex. 

For those of you with the patience to read this piece I hope you enjoy reading the second story about Harvey, the seaside artist and his continuing attempts to rebuild his sex life. I welcome comment, but please be open and don't hide behind anonymous.



Harvey had been surprised when his daughter telephoned on the Thursday night to stay for the weekend.

'The double bed is ready for you and Philip, I'll collect you at the usual time 6.30.'

'Dad, can I come in the morning, Phil is working and won't be down till Saturday? We can have dressed Crab for lunch in that nice pub just down from the station. My train should arrive around 11.00, time to quickly drop off my things and then the PUB!'

'Well this is a pleasant surprise, I can organise a Chilli for supper.'

'Can we talk about that over lunch? I have something I want to run by you first.'

'Can't we talk now?'

'No dad. Tomorrow in the pub. It is nothing to worry about, I just want to talk face to face.'

The worst thing anyone can say to you is not to worry, especially when you are a father. Harvey went through a whole series of scenarios, from money problems to pregnancy. Hayley was a sensible girl, but even sensible girls can slip in a long term relationship. Harvey sat with a coffee, then a Brandy going through the full gamut of possibilities. He obviously could not resolve it that night. It did not sound like she was upset or ill. So it could not be that bad. Maybe there was something wrong with her mother, Harvey's former wife. He still loved her and had concern for her, even though she did leave him. It doesn't stop you having concerns for the mother of your two beautiful children.

Harvey was awake early. The brandy had not been a good sedative, his system needed delicate treatment, so he sat with a pot of tea, looking from his artist studio in the loft of his house out across the bay. Over the years many had derided the English coast but it was here that Harvey felt at home, here he drew the inspiration for his work. On a summer day like this there was nowhere in the world anyone could wish to be. He looked at the canvas that was his work in progress. He considered putting in a couple of hours, then decided against it. He did not want to be late for Hayley. He sat for another hour, the tea having the desired calming effect on the hammer inside of his head. He made toast, and more tea, then walked around the house making sure everything was ready for the arrival of his daughter.

Harvey was relieved to be greeted by the happy smiling face of his daughter as she ran from the ticket gate to meet him. It was hard to believe this beautiful young woman of 23 was his little girl. Dressed in jeans, pink vee neck tee shirt, with a little denim jacket looped into the handle of her carry all. Her bare arms were tanned with little wisps of blond hair. Her hazel eyes and dark hair reminded Harvey so much of his former wife at that age. The young woman kissed her father lightly on the lips and looped her arm into his resisting his invitation to carry her bag.

'It's okay Dad I am a big girl now.'

'So I noticed and half the men on this platform too.'

Hayley had an ample 36C Bosom, which filled her low vee coat top, made more revealing by the platform bra, which shaped her cleavage into a tantalising deep valley.

'It saves buying a rail ticket, and it does guarantee us a good service at the pub. That young South African couldn't keep his eyes off my tits last time we were there.'

'Hayley I do wish.....'

'Don't, Dad! Anyone told you, you look terrible this morning?'

'No they haven't. and I rather hoped you would not point it out either. I didn't sleep too well last night. A certain young lady was rather vague about her reasoning behind this father and daughter get together.'

Hayley leant her head against her father's shoulder. 

'Dad you can be such a silly old thing some time. I just have something I want to run past you. That is all. Don't worry, I am not pregnant, I am not getting married, and Phil and I are very happy.'

'How's your mother?'

Harvey said placing Hayley's weekend bag into the boot of his car.

'Fine. Just fine, in perfect health, currently enjoying a few days on the Amalfi coast.'

'I'm jealous.'

'Don't be here is much better and you have me for company. What more could a father ask for?'

'Nothing.' Conceded Harvey. 'Nothing at all.'

Harvey drove back to his home, still gently questioning about this unexpected desire to meet and chat. Hayley dodged his questioning, running up to her room, she changed from her jeans into a pair of yellow shorts, open toed sandals, and a yellow and white halter top, with integral bra cups. Her flat tanned midriff caused a few turned heads as she and her father walked along the promenade to Victorian fronted public house. Hayley chose the outside table and whilst Harvey sheltered under the shade of the sun umbrella Hayley sat back sunglasses perched on her head soaking up the warmth of the day.

'Got to work on my tan don't want too many pale patches.'

'You know it is unhealthy, skin cancer is the fastest growing disease in the young.'

'Only if you over do it, go mad like that couple earlier walking around pink and blistered. When did you get so old? You know I defended you the other day with mum she said you were boring and old. I said no.'

'Good for you.' Said Harvey lifting his beer glass.

'I may change my opinion. Come on dad finish that one up and I will buy you another.'

Harvey looked at the pint glass in his hand with a third of its contents remaining. Hayley had finished hers. 

'Where did you put that? He said in light accusatory tone.

'Into my tits Dad. That's why all the men love them, because they are big and wobbly and when you suck them they taste of beer.'

'Hayley really.' Harvey did find himself colouring when his daughter lifted her bosom within her top and shook it with her hands. 'No one would know you were the step daughter of a government spokesperson..'

'And the daughter of a very old prudish artist. Are you finishing that off or are you leaving me to drink alone?'

'I am drinking, but could we slow down on the second one.'

'Done deal dad, I just need you a little mellow for our talk.'

'What?'

Hayley rapidly disappeared into the dark interior of the pub the sway of her hips attracting at least ten pairs of male eyes. Her shorts were so tight into her ass, Harvey was concerned if she was wearing any panties underneath. Whilst Hayley was buying the drinks their order of dressed Crab arrived. Harvey by now hungry began to pick at the salad, before his daughter returned.

Hayley placed the full pint of beer in front of him, drinking the head from her own pint leaving a little white moustache on her top lip.

'Hayley you need to shave.'

She looked down to the front of her legs then to the crotch of her shorts

'I meant your lip. You have a beer moustache on your top lip.'

Hayley sat her legs slightly apart, the shorts cutting tight into her pussy, and ran her tongue over her top lip.

'Dad you need a girlfriend..'

'What brought this on?'

'Mum. Well mum and I were talking, it has been awhile since you divorced and really you are getting a bit settled in your ways. I mean, I love you and your eccentricities and your concerns for me. But well you are starting to think old. I know I don't help sometimes. I am probably an embarrassment to you, but mum and I agree we need to find you a girlfriend. Not a wife or anything, but what is known as fuck buddy.'

'You mean a lover?' Harvey stopped chewing his salad and sat forward squinting in the bright sun light.

'Yes I suppose so. A lover, a woman, someone to loosen you up take out the tension.'

'Tension? What tension? Am I not relaxed. Do I not appear relaxed?'

'Calm down dad. Have a drink of your beer. This is not coming out right. Sure your cool, you are a great dad. A good artist. A nice man. But I, we, that is think it is time you had some female company again. It is not healthy for a man of your age, you are 47, it is too early to start shrivelling up.'

Harvey drank heavily from his pint glass. What was his daughter saying, why had she and his ex – wife been talking about his sex life. It had not been great, well almost non existent since the divorce, mainly because he did not want commitment. Most women were looking for a relationship. Only Rita at the café had understood that, but she had only been with him once. It looked like there was not to be a second time either. He had visited often and she had been friendly, chatty, but sex had not been part of her menu. However he was not ready to discuss this with his daughter, his child. 

Hayley looked down at her plate and gathered up a small piece of crab and took it into her mouth. The meat was sweet, fresh and juicy, with a slight salty edge. She reached out her hand to her father.

'Don't be mad at me dad. I don't want to upset you. In fact I have, well mum and I had an idea to help you. Look I know I have not been fair to you with my visits. I did not appreciate how unfair till mum played me back a recording. An audio recording she made from the hall, when I stopped over one night with Phil. You know how mum is sometimes she can be real subtle with her comments, well she played me the tape and then handed me a box inside of it was a gag. Phil loved it, I was redder than a lobster in the pot. But hell it does make for great sex.

It was then I realised why you always went out for early morning works whenever I stopped over with Phil. I mean, I have been so selfish. I knew we were using your place for a chance to getaway, but my noises must have driven you mad.'

It was Harvey's turn to colour up now. He didn't know what to say. He couldn't tell her how aroused he had been hearing his daughter being fucked. He didn't imagine it as his little girl being being screwed, in his head it was someone else some other woman, moaning and wailing like that. His daughter and those noises just never seemed to go together, but yes it had been hard, much harder than Hayley could imagine.

Hayleys, tanned fingers squeezed his the back of his hand. She rested her head upon his shoulder, and lightly pecked his cheek.

'Sorry I didn't want to embarrass you. I hope my idea will make it up to you. Eat some of the crab it is delicious.'

The crab was perfect. It made a good talking point to change the subject to move away from Harvey's embarrassment and come to terms with the fact his daughter had grown up, was a woman, who could talk about her dad as a man any man she had known not just as her father. The crab brought back memories of family holidays, sitting on a shore front as a group enjoying the sun like now. The talked about its taste, its succulent sweet soft meat and the slight salty edge.

'What does it remind you of dad?'

'Like I said Hayley good times, with you and your mum.'

'Anything particular about mum, she said you use to have this little fetish with mayonnaise.'

'Hayley is there nothing about me your mum has not discussed? Did she also tell you I was a lousy lover, which is why she had so many affairs and why it is totally ludicrous that I will find a lover or a fuck buddy as you call it?'

Hayley sat upright in her chair, looking straight into the watery eyes of her father.

'No Dad. She did not say you were a lousy lover. She said you were never a lousy lover. She said you were kind, considerate, sweet, and she loved it when you used to lick mayo off of her pussy. She also said it was the most adventurous thing you ever did. Mum did not stop loving you, you just got too safe. Mum wanted a little excitement, a little danger, to be closer to the edge. All the men she slept with, were ambitious, powerful, selfish even, they took her, they used her, and she used them Dad. She was always happy with you until Peter, because he could use her, make use of her, and still love her. She said this self doubt, this lack of confidence was ever all that was wrong. She did say you were boring, but I think you are not.'

Harvey was shocked by how much his former wife and daughter had talked about. He was also surprised to learn his own personal doubts about his sexual performance were not necessarily true but events did not match the facts. Rita his most recent lover had appeared to enjoy Harvey's attentions on the day, but she had steadfastly refused to repeat the meeting. He was angry with Hayley and his wife but could not ignore the truth he was desparately in need of a good fuck.

Hayley despite her father's outburst kept calm she ignored the over the shoulder looks from other drinkers. The South African from the bar came and cleared the empty plates from the table. He hovered around looking at Hayley's cleavage, the tanned edge of her breasts, so near to revealing the edge of her plainly pert nipple. Hayley shifted in her seat so he had a clearer view of her legs, her slightly domed belly, and the raised mound of her mons, shaping the front of her shorts. He came close to her face so she could see the outline of his stiff cock at the front of his trousers.

'Seems like you have an admirer. Do you want to stay? I can make my own way home.' Harvey, had his arms down by his side it was the furthest he and his daughter had been apart since she arrived. She felt the deepening chill between them, it was not why had taken the time off.

'No Dad. Forget about him, I am just enjoying the tease. I came to see you. To help you. I have a date for you, tonight. If you are cool with it. Her name is Claire, she really likes what I have told her about you, and she likes your pictures.'

Harvey sat still confused, still hurt, a little nervous now too. Who was this woman? Harvey had been quite content to sit and spend some quality time with his daughter, now a blind date. What was Hayley going to do while he was out on a date? The bar man.? Hayley's shift in position, where she leant forward and cuddled herself into her father's at first reluctant shoulder, closed the door for the bar man. Who sauntered off towards a pair of teen age girls giggling into their glasses of cider.

What was it about daughters that meant they could always soften a father's anger?

'I don't know Hayley. As we are having an open day on my private life, the last time I met someone who supposedly loved my art, she spent the time we were in bed giving a dissitation on the works of the pre-raphaelites. She wouldn't even suck my cock so I could shut her up for five minutes. This could be a disaster darling. It was sweet of you...'

'Dad you won't know till you try, besides I have brought my gag with me if she gets too boring.'

Hayley looped her arm through her father's elbow and they walked out of the pub back along the shore.

'So where does this Claire live? Where are am I supposed to be meeting her.'

'We are meeting her at the station. She will be here in around two hours time, she is coming straight from work in the city. She is stopping with us for the weekend and I am treating you both to a meal at the Thai restaurant so we can get to know each other'

Harvey stopped in his tracks, his head was spinning again. Suddenly he had another house guest. A woman he did not know, who his daughter had set up on a blind date.

'What do you know about this Claire? Where did you meet her? Is she a friend?' There was a pause. 'Someone your mother knows?'

Hayley walked down to the concrete sea wall and rested her tanned body against the sun heated wall. The heat felt good, and made her feel alive.Harvey looked at her, posing one leg raised pointed towards him, her sunglasses covering her eyes, so much like her mother.

'Too many questions dad. Claire is an acquaintance, we met on the internet, she is 37, divorced, likes travel, the sea, is a PA and divorced. No children. I sent her a picture of you and she said she would like to meet. Your place was not a problem especially when I described the views from your studio. She said she had always wanted to be painted nude, but I said you were not that kind of artist. But you may be willing to try with the right woman.'

'Thanks.'

'One other thing dad, for this weekend I am not your daughter.'

'What!'

'Wait and see. Wait and see.'

Harvey shuffled nervously on the station concourse as they waited for the city train to arrive.

'Relax Dad. It will be alright, everything will be alright just you see. Claire is simply gorgeous I think you will find I have a good eye for suitable women for you.'

'She is probably wonderful, but she should know the truth from the beginning that for the best intentions you forgot to mention you are my daughter. I am concerned Hayley, not about Claire but you and I father and daughter. You know, you, Jess and Craig, my three beautiful children mean the world to me. I know I didn't bear you but I have done most other things in your life. I know you cannot see the dangers now, but I don't want us to become strangers, removed from each others lives because of this very sweet but perhaps misguided idea. You will marry, you may have a family, I don't want to be excluded....'

Hayley grabbed her fathers hand and began to jump up and down excitedly, as a tall red head, of 5ft 8inch height, dressed in a navy suit with a bright green blouse, and 4inch patent leather heels, strode up the platform wheeling an overnight case behind her. Claire's hair was short neat almost page boy, with a sweeping curl each side that swept up to her cheek. Like Hayley she had 38C chest which stretched her fitted blouse.

'See I told you Dad, she is perfect, I love you Dad nothing is going to come between us, just stop being a grump and enjoy.'

Harvey did not relax, could not relax, so it was that Hayley and Claire embraced openly on the station concourse whilst Harvey shifted uncomfortably at the edge. The two girls kissed each other on the lips, holding each other close, as the other passengers almost collided with each other watching the two women locked in their passionate encounter. Harvey felt his cock stirring, as he saw Hayley stroking Claire's face her arm sliding slowly down the woman's back over the curve of her buttocks pressed taut against the skirt of her navy suit. If this had been anyone other than his daughter he too would have been openly enjoying the display. Still he felt uncomfortable uncertain of the evening ahead. Harvey followed Hayley's hand as it slid down over Claire's buttock and brushed against her thigh. He followed the line of Claire's leg down below the knee length skirt to the creamy peach pink complexion of her bare legs. He was imagining those legs naked, when his eye was caught by the flash of the red varnish on Claire's finger nails. He saw the hand slide over his daughters yellow shorts squeezing the taut buttocks, he was defensive, jealous and aroused how could he let the night continue. How would he be able to brave out this charade of being his daughter's friend rather than her father. He felt guilty, ashamed, but also very horny. 

Hayley broke off the kiss and guided Claire towards Harvey. 

'May I introduce our host for the weekend. Harvey. Harvey may I present Claire your aspiring model, and hopefully something else.'

Claire looked at Harvey and took his awkwardness to be a lack of confidence, perhaps he was maybe a little shy. She liked a man who took his time, who needed warming up. She studied his face, he was still handsome, his face was a little lived in and his shoulders a little sloped. But she also noticed his diffidence was more in his face than in his body, what she saw stirring in his trousers, made her think Hayley's description of this mature, shy divorcee, was correct in that he would make an exciting lover.




For Daddy with Love



Certainly young Hayley was everything Claire had imagined. The long tanned legs, the full bosom, and long luxuriant hair, were attractive to the eye, her skin was smooth and soft to the touch, and her kiss had sent small pulses deep into her pussy.

Harvey self consciously extended his hand. Clair held it in her own, using his arm as a lever to pull herself close to his body. She let his hand rest against her belly, as she pressed her bosom into his chest. She lightly kissed his cheek, and brushed her lips over his mouth. He smiled.

'Pleased to meet you Claire. I do not know what Hayley has said about me, but consider it mostly untrue or grossly exaggerated.'

'She told me you were a gentle man, a talented artist and someone I would enjoy being with. What she did not say, was you are a handsome man, with very sexy eyes.'

Harvey, did not know what to say, he knew he was deceiving Claire each minute made the situation worse. But whatever happened now, he had to see it through to whatever the conclusion was. He reached for Claire's bag and released her hand. He watched the two women walk in front of him, arm in arm towards his parked car. Was he really part of this. Had Hayley found Claire for him, or was she like her mother simply using him to get what she wanted. For many years he had recalled the various social functions he had attended with his wife Diane, it had always started, you will really like this, these people simply want to meet you. Each time he had watched her walk away arm in arm with someone. Was this what tonight was truly about, had Hayley got this from her mother too the power to love and hurt in one movement. 

Harvey sat at the table in his large kitchen diner. On the breakfast bar was the bottle of white wine they had opened earlier, in his hand was a half empty glass. He looked out across his small patch of garden, towards the sea. The view partially obscured by an outcrop of new housing, he would see better from his studio, but if he went there he probably would not want to go out again.

On the drive back, Hayley had run through the arrangements for the evening, the girls were to change, as was Harvey, and then go on to the Thai restaurant. It transpired that Claire loved Thai food and had worked in Thailand on different contracts over a number of years. Claire made good company, and had a wide range of conversation. Harvey was soon comfortable with his new guest, although he remained subdued. So many things were going through his mind. He was apprehensive about the evening, he was also beginning to wonder about Hayley and Phil's relationship. He shouldn't do, Phil was just an acquaintance, his daughter's boyfriend, but then he sympathised with the situation how much or little did the boy know. How long had Hayley been picking up women? Was she straight, Bi or perhaps a latent lesbian. She was and would always remain his daughter and he would love her as such. Then the thoughts of the evening filled his head again. He did not know if he was expected to love her in another way as well. 

The doubts, the guilt swirled around in his head and he downed the remaining wine, he looked to the bottle should he fill his glass or wait. The sounds of giggling and rustling stopped from upstairs. The girls had been considering clothes for the evening and trying different dresses on. Harvey was slightly disappointed Claire would not be wearing the suit she arrived in. He always wanted his wife the most when she was dressed for a business meeting. His cock stirred a little remembering Claire stepping out of his car. Her skirt rode up her thigh there had been a brief glimpse of her panties and a feigned shock as she stepped into Harvey's arms. She had looked good, she had smelt delicious, and her lips on his cheek had made him tingle.

He heard the door opening upstairs and his daughter's voice calling him.

'Harvey come on you need to decide what you are wearing to escort your two beautiful ladies out for the evening.' It seemed strange to hear his daughter use his first name. He had always been Dad or Daddy. He knew other families used first names, for a brief instance he had a picture of his wife waiting for him at the top of the stairs. He put down the empty glass and walked up the stairs.

He barely recognised Hayley as she hustled him into his bedroom and closed the door. Her long hair was swept back and gripped by a bow. Her eyelashes were thickened with mascara, and her lips were now candy pink with glistening gloss. Her nails were extended and pink to match as were her toes, peeking from the front of her pale blue high heel sandals. The sandals matched the thin halter topped dress, that crossed over her bra less breasts, pressing them together, forcing her breasts forward into the bra top of her dress. Her shoulders and back were bare, the scallop edge of the dress finishing just above the bottom of her spine. 

Hayley gave a slow twirl, showing the look to her father. The dress hung off her buttocks, the thin material swaying with each movement of her hips, the hem touching the middle of her thigh.

'You look beautiful sweet heart. Simply beautiful. Look I have been thinking, you and Claire.....'

The smile dropped from Hayley's lips as Harvey dipped his head to look down at the floor.

'Don't bail out on me now Dad. Not now. Claire is sweet, she is lovely, wait till you see what she is wearing she will knock your eyes out. Come on, don't let me down. It took a lot, of commitment to organise this. Don't dump it all back on me. Not now. I just wanted....'

Harvey pulled his daughter against his chest. He could feel her breasts pressing into his shirt, the soft touch of her skin against his fingers, the wonderful smell of her hair against his face. He could remember holding her like this as a child. But then nothing had ever been like this.

'I know. I know. I shouldn't appear ungrateful. I am not. But there is so much. So much I didn't know about my little girl. How long have you been...'

'Playing on both sides?' Hayley breathed into his ear. 'It was a college thing. Lots of girls experiment. Apparently mum did as well. You know you go to a new place, you buddy up, and well you can't always trust the boys, but the girls are safe. It was comfort, but it was fun too.'

'What about Phil?' Harvey blurted out almost regretting his words as they fell from his lips.

'He doesn't know. He won't ever know will he Dad? This is between us, our special secret. I know mum and I have talked a lot but this is entirely about you and me, and paying you back for all the things you have done for us in the past. You were our rock, when your world was falling apart. We never knew as kids. We didn't get to know or understand anything that was happening. It could have been so awful, but it wasn't. Don't worry about Phil. I have something planned for him, just the two of us, on Sunday. You probably guessed I lied about Phil coming down tomorrow too. This time with Claire is ours Dad. Enjoy it. Enjoy her. Don't worry you will be alone with her when it comes to....well you know what I mean. Now get dressed, we will be waiting downstairs. Don't take too long or we will start another bottle of wine.'

Hayley broke away from Harvey, he could still feel the impression of her body against his. She was smiling again. He had to go through with the evening now. He looked about him deciding what to wear. Hayley strode up to his wardrobe and selected a shirt and a pair of brown trousers.

'Do you want me to dress you as well?'

'I don't think that will be necessary. Ten minutes?'

'Make it five.'

Hayley left and Harvey dressed to return to the girls who were stood at the window each with a glass in one hand their other resting low on each other's hips. Harvey could not stop himself being aroused by the erotic scene in front of him. Even if she was his daughter Hayley was a very sexy woman so like her mother. 

The sun was low into the sky and it shone on Claire's hair giving her the look of burnished bronze of the gold of the sun mixed with the red colour in her hair. Claire's hand had found the opening at the back of Hayley's dress. Her brown varnished finger nails were playing over his daughter's verterbrae inching down to where the cleavage of her buttocks was just hidden from view. Harvey's cock quivered and his mouth went dry. He forced his eyes away from Claire's disappearing fingers as the goose bumps rose on Hayley's flesh and he saw her legs tremble slightly. 

His gaze travelled up the pale peach pink flesh of Claire's bare arm, following the freckles on her arm to the top of her shoulder. Hayley was wearing a green satin dress, a vivid acid colour that sparkled in the dying sunlight. The dress was a simple A style more modest than his daughter's with broad straps and a square back, that exposed only part of her shoulder blades. The dress zippered down the back, it flared at the hips, Claire had generous hips and high pert buttocks that he could see tauten under her dress as Hayley pulled her closer to kiss her cheek and lick her ear lobe. He watched as his daughter's hand slid around the back and squeezed Claire's buttocks raising the hem of the knee length dress. Claire wore flesh coloured hose and Harvey guessed they would be stockings. On her feet she wore a pair of heeled sandals which matched her dress.

The girls slowly made themselves aware of Harvey standing behind them, watching their soft fondling of each other. Claire turned to face Harvey staring at the lump in the front of his trousers openly running her tongue over her glossed lips. The shade was a soft ginger that blended the freckles of her complexion with the peach pink of her complexion. 

Whilst the back of her dress had been modest the front was far more tempting with a deep vee that stopped at the bronze flower stitched into the front of her bra. Her breasts were pushed high and forward and the cream complexion invited touch. He so wanted to lick them, they looked so like soft sweet candy. Claire's belly was domed slightly at the front and he could see the indent of her navel pressed against her dress. She twirled slowly so he could see all of her.

'Does my host approve? I think he might.' She said with an eyebrow arched towards the twitching shaft in his trousers. Embarrassed, Harvey turned towards the breakfast bar, where the almost empty bottle of wine stood. He silently cursed his cock for being so pronounced and eager particularly in front of Hayley. His cheeks grew red and again he hesitated was this the right thing? 

'No need to turn away Harvey. It is a very nice greeting for a girl to receive. Hayley has been very coy about your cock. She has been keeping it a secret from me. I think it will fit well into all the important places I have in mind for it.'

Harvey coughed.

'I was just checking on the wine. Would you girls like to finish the bottle?'

'Oh Harvey if I did not know better I would say you were trying to get us drunk to have your wicked way with us. I feel very comfortable at the moment I am sure we can finish the last glass left in the bottle.'

The girls held up their wine glasses and Harvey stepped forward filling them. He put the empty bottle down on a nearby table. 

'You have a lovely view here. I can see why you chose it.' Claire said changing the subject and drawing Harvey to stand between the two women. He felt their arms cross over behind him. He rested his hands onto the waists of the two women. His mind and body was on fire. He tried to focus on the sun set.

'Yes the view is nice here though it is better from the studio. You are above the roof tops of the new development.'

'You can show us your studio later Harvey. I have always wanted to pose naked for an artist. It would be so hot to pose with Hayley, frozen entwined our pussies, our tits touching and not being able to move. Holding the pose as you sketched your image.'

Harvey coughed and began to explain, when Hayley pressed her mouth close to his ear.

'Relax Dad. Enjoy the fantasy. She knows about your art. Remember? Relax enjoy. Nice cock by the way. Mum said...'

Harvey turned a question forming on his face, Hayley quickly pressed her finger to his lips and lightly brushed her candy lips over his before putting her tongue out at him and breaking away from the group. 

'Come on gang I am starving. Let's eat.'

The girls gathered purses and wraps and Harvey was swept out into the night air, thankful his erection had subsided. The meal was a huge success. Claire sat beside Harvey. She was attentive, genuinely interested in his conversation and very tactile. Their hands touched on top of the table, her leg brushed against his and by the end of the evening she had his hand resting on her thigh. Through the satin he smiled to confirm she was wearing stockings. 

Hayley sitting opposite Claire had kicked off her sandals and was running her foot up and down Harvey's companions leg. By the end of the meal, Harvey was ready to take Claire home. But the girls had other ideas, and more hours were spent at a club dancing. They took it in turns dancing with Harvey, with each other and some of the younger men who flirted within the club. He watched enjoying as the men pressed themselves close to the girls occasionally stealing a kiss, before the girls dismissed them to return to Harvey. They giggled and gossiped about their dance partners, but each time ended in a kiss or a reassuring squeeze for Harvey. 

If only I had been this relaxed with my wife, Harvey thought. He remembered those tense moments when Diane would disappear to dance. He still felt the hurt, the isolation, the rejection that came with his jealousy. Perhaps if he had relaxed more Diane would have stayed. But he still would not have been able to give her the buzz, that came with authority, and power her lovers had, had. This was no time for regrets. The girls gathered their things and slowly they walked to his home. Claire had been placed in the centre of the group. Hayley to her right, Harvey to the left. They kissed her neck, her mouth, stroked her body through her dress, squeezed her buttocks as she walked. In return, Claire fondled each partner in turn. At every darkened street corner they would stop as Claire pressed herself against one or other of her partners, running her leg up against their thigh, pressing her tongue into their mouth. 

Harvey was so grateful of the dark he could not contain his erection any longer and it openly stood proud within his trousers. The girls in loud giggles crashed through the front door each rushing to one of the two toilets in the house, while Harvey, went to find some more wine. From the bathroom Claire said she wanted to go to the studio. Harvey slowly ascended the stairs, opened the studio door and then panicked. Here was his den, his personal space where he kept the photos of his children and his wife on open display. He stumbled and crashed about the small space, scooping up his collection and hiding them into an artists folder.

Claire came in followed by Hayley. 

'Are you alright? Do you have another woman up here? Or is there a body you are trying to dispose of.?'

'What no? Well, I had some commission stuff I needed to put away. Not for public view until the client has seen it.'

'Oh?' Claire looked intrigued. Hayley suspecting the problem stepped in and guided Claire to the window. 

'Harvey dim the light and let Claire see the real secret of this room.' Hayley placed her arm around Claire's shoulder resting her head on the woman's arm. 

'Look. Welcome to fairy land.'

As the light dimmed to a low glow, the night flooded in. Below were the twinkling lights of the shore lights, the streets on the hillside looking up were the stairs and a clear crescent moon, creating a path against the black rippling sea.

'Isn't that beautiful?'

'So very beautiful.'

The two girls leaned towards each other and Harvey watched as they locked into an open mouthed kiss. Slowly they turned to face each other. Claire's hands inching down Hayley's back till they rested on her buttocks. Whilst Hayley gripped the woman's short hair in her hands pressing her face into hers as their lips worked across each other's mouths. Soon their tongues were flicking across each other and the back of Hayley's dress was rising, the cloth gathering in Claire's hands. Harvey set down the wine bottle and glasses. The scene was truly beautiful, the two women framed by the deep velvet sky as the lights twinkled like jewels surrounding them. He was hard, so very hard, his cock was wet with the pre cum pumped from his balls. Hayley opened one eye and indicated Harvey should stand behind Claire to make her the meat in this passionate sandwich.  

Harvey placed himself behind Claire, his hands falling to her hips as he ran his lips slowly down the side of her neck. She pushed back rolling her buttocks into his groin. She positioned herself till his cock was nestled into the cleft of her ass and she thrust her hips up and down so the satin fabric of her green dress slid along the left of his shaft. 

He looked up his daughter's eyes were closed, her head tossed back, as Claire kissed her throat, edging down to the front of her halter neck dress. Harveys left hand moved from Claire's hip to her breast cupping it through her dress, pressing the hardened nipple into the flat of his palm. His right thumb hooked into her hip holding her against his groin as he moved his cock in rhythm with her ass. He kissed the base of her neck, her shoulders. 

Hayley gasped softly as her breast was exposed to Claire's hungry mouth. Harvey closed his eyes. If he did not look, did not touch, she could be any woman, any woman other than his daughter fucking this stranger in his house. Just like the times before when he had heard her in the bedroom, Harvey's cock began to throb. Now he could do something about it. Or could he?

His right hand moved down Claire's thigh, gathering her skirt in folds till the top of her leg was bare to his touch. His fingers slid across to the front of her panties, he felt for the vee at the top of her legs. Claire moved till her pussy was pressing down onto his exploring fingers. She was so wet. So hot, he just wanted to plunge his cock deep into her. Instead he ran his finger across her damp panties, circling her clit with gentle pressure from his thumb. His left hand slid inside the front of her dress, squeezing her right breast, inside the soft covering of her bra. 

He heard the soft rustle of his daughter's dress falling to the floor he knew she would be semi naked. He could not help but look. Her eyes were still closed, she was kissing Claire's bent head, suckling at her naked breasts, her fingers stroking the woman's short red hair. Her even tan skinned was peppered with stipples of goose flesh from the attention of Claire's lips and hands. He could feel Claire's right arm, moving in rhythm to her hips he realised she was stroking his daughters pussy through her panties. He felt his cock jerk with excitement and pressure. He thrust against Claire's ass holding himself there as another bubble of pre cum dripped down his shaft.

'Don't stain my dress Harvey. Why don't you unzip me then you can do what you really want.' Claire leaned her head back onto Harvey's shoulder her left arm pushing his head down to meet her open mouth as her right reached behind unzipping his fly to grab his hard thrusting cock.

'Nice is this for me or are we going to share?'

'All for you.' Harvey breathed against her mouth. 'All for you.'

'I am honoured, I do like a little voyeurism, are you sure Hayley you won't be partaking of this strong cock?'

Harvey, felt his cock dip slightly in her hands as the fear gripped him, that he might be revealed, as Hayley's father.

'Tonight it is my turn to watch, Claire and enjoy you. That is our game isn't it Harvey, sharing the delights of beautiful women like Claire.'




For Daddy with Love



Harvey, pulled the back of Claire's dress up and thrust his cock between her thighs, letting her feel the throbbing pulse against her pussy. The heat spreading through the thin satin fabric, exciting his cock to mask the momentary dip in his erection.

'Bad boy.'said Claire against his lips 'So eager to forceful. You still have to take my dress off, before you can have any more. No stains either this is my favourite pulling dress.'

Harvey slid his hands inside of Claire's dress easing the top off of her shoulder gathering her dress onto her lips. He gathered up her skirt and lift the garment over her head. Claire was wearing bronze panty shorts, with a matching bra, all in fine satin, with appliqué design over a gauze front to the panties and bra cups. Her rocked his cock back and forth along the groove of her pussy. He held onto Claire's mouth with his own, his tongue probing deep towards her throat, he could feel his daughters hair against his hands as she buried her face into Claire's cleavage. 

Claire had one hand massaging his balls, the other stroking Hayley's pussy. Soon all he could hear was the sound of heavy breathing, and the squelching slurps of liquid flesh. Awkwardly they changed position, easing Claire to lie on her back, on the couch in the studio. Harvey stood to one side and nervously removed his clothes. He did not know how his daughter would react to seeing his naked cock. He was not certain if he wanted her to see it. The two women completed removing each other's clothes and entwined themselves into a 69 position, with Hayley on top and Claire beneath. He could not believe the way his daughter moved over the woman, kissing her, touching her, exciting her. All of the sounds he had heard from behind closed doors were coming to life before his eyes. He was excited, embarrassed, and ashamed at the same time. He positioned himself at Claire's feet, watching Hayley's bobbing head, and the pelvic thrusts as Claire pushed her glistening pussy up to meet Hayley's mouth.

There were sudden gasps and moans from Hayley as she drove her body down against Claire's face. Above Hayley's back Harvey could see Claire's fingers pushing in and out of his daughter's pussy. He could see her buttocks redden in the tight grip of the mature woman's hand. Then the girl's climaxed in squeals, and thrusts, dissolving into silly giggles. He watched them grasp each other savouring the final tremors of each other's body. Harvey was so excited, so hungry to plant his cock inside of Claire, he did not need any further invitation, when Hayley raised and parted Claire's legs over her head.

'What are you waiting for? Give the girl what she came for, a solid fucking from your cock.'

Claire watched down her body between her spread legs, as Harvey positioned his cock against her pussy lips and slid himself deep into her vagina. Hayley rested Claire's legs against his shoulders and slowly sat up. As he started to fuck Claire, she kissed them both lightly on the cheek.

'Enjoy. I will see you both later.'

Harvey was like a steam hammer. In his head he kept remembering all the things said to him in the past. Slow down, not too fast make it last. Make it last. He almost made it last too long, when he began to loose the feeling at the end of his cock. But with Claire squirming and shouting encouraging words.

'Fuck me. Fuck me with that beautiful monster cock. Oh yes, harder, harder. Fuck my brains out. Come on I am slut. Fuck me. Fuck me. FUCK ME!!!!'

To his relief he came inside of her. He came in big thrusting spurts. His back was aching and soaked in sweat which dripped from his brow. But Claire was also glowing from the exertion of her own second orgasm. She did not push him away or move to dress, instead she clung to him till his cock finally slipped from her dribbling pussy lips. He picked up some tissues and they dried each other off. He took her to the shower and they shared the soap and warm water, before collapsing into his bed. They toyed with each other's bodies, until Harvey became hard again. He rolled Claire onto her side and made love in the spoon's position, as the first rays of dawn broke they fell asleep entwine in each others arms.

He awoke to the familiar sounds of his daughter in the bedroom. The sun was shining through the curtains and Harvey remembered the fantastic night of sex and looked forward to the day ahead. He heard the sounds of the two women orgasm. His cock was semi erect again. But they had the whole day. He would go and prepare a late breakfast. He made coffee, poured juice and made toast. He sat in his kitchen waiting for his guests. First to arrive was Hayley wrapped in her dressing gown. She pushed the door closed behind her, and wrapped her arms about his neck. He held her face to him, he saw a little tear in her eye.

'Sorry dad. I am so sorry. Claire, I am afraid saw through our game. She does not know it all, she thinks you are my uncle. But it does mean she is going home. She likes to be a little more interactive, with the sharing thing. Neither of us could carry that one off.'

Harvey stroked his daughter's hair, he could feel her body beneath her dressing gown, pressing into his skin. She was now a woman, but she was also right, she would always be his little girl and never anyone else.

They took Claire to the station and said their good byes.

'Don't take it personally Harvey. You were great, you were both great, but it is not what I wanted for my weekend away. So my boyfriend will get a little shock when I turn up hungry for his cock demanding we go and find a female for the night. But it was super. Keep on fucking Harvey. You are too good, too kind, to be celibate yet and your niece is a sweet girl. Maybe I'll look you up sometime. I loved the view. Thanks for a great night both of you.'

Harvey headed back with Hayley to the station café he needed a big cup of coffee.

'What now?' he said to his daughter.

'I think my lovely father should take his daughter shopping, and then cook her one of his fabulous Chilli's in the evening while we chill out together.'

'And last night?'

'Last night, last night was a little gift to you. I had hoped you and Claire might just hit it off, because I have something to tell you. I am going away for a while, Phil is working in South America for 18 months and I am going with him. It is a sort of try out, if we can survive that time together. He thinks we may consider marriage. Me well it will be an experience, I love him dad, but I don't think I want to do the family thing yet. I have you and mum for that. I am sorry I blew it really with the Claire thing. I just didn't want you to get lonely.'

Harvey looked down into his coffee, he didn't know how to say how much he would miss her, or how special the night had been. He couldn't tell how it felt when he accidentally touched her breast. How closed he had come to wishing she was another woman other than his daughter.. Instead they sat at the table in the café as traveller's came and went, just holding each other's hand.

'So what do I buy a daughter who is going to South America to live?'

'Let's start with a big suitcase and we can take it from there.'



For Daddy's Girl 01



A Story for a Daddy's Girl... 

My ideal Daddy's Girl is not pig-tailed schoolgirl, or a virginal 18-year-old coed... my Daddy's Girl is a sexy, confident young woman, mid-to-late 20's, healthy and comfortable with her body without obsessing over it, experienced in love and lust, and lovingly devoted to her Daddy - a man who is her Daddy, her protector, her master... her lover.

This story contains verbal cues for interaction - listen for them and feel free to immerse yourself into the experience - be Daddy's Girl. 


The story begins...


You enter the hotel room, closing the door quietly behind you. You walk along the corridor, entering the main living area. You see me, seated on the couch. I'm wearing a dark blue suit, a matching tie, a crisp white shirt.

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For Daddy's Girl 01



Hypno-erotica for a Girl over 18 and enjoys giving up her power to a strong Daddy. 

This file teases and has condescending and nurturing language patterns. It focuses on a girl's clit and can be a masturbation style direction play. 

This is a true hypno Fantasy with strong inducting trance; do not operate a car or heavy machinery. 

This file is for entertainment only.

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For Daddy's Girl 02



Late home from work, Daddy finds his waiting babygirl asleep on the couch...

Play along at home, babygirls...

Thank you so much for your comments and private emails after I posted my first audio - Keep them cumming!

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For Daddy's Girl 02



Disobedient girls deserve a hard OTK spanking. This is for a bad bad girl, that can't control herself from playing with Daddy's pussy. You must show Daddy that you have control, or face punishment. 

For submissive girls, Hypnotic-Erotica, Orgasm Inducing, Daddy/submissive. To get the most out of this audio, be at a place to be nude, relaxed, quiet, and without distractions. You may fall into hypnosis, but if you don't, not to worry, this is only one type of induction. Not all inductions work for all girls. 

I welcome any comments, or desires for the next audio. 

This file is best to be used with headphones or earbuds to get the full 3D effects, has a main voice track with special effects. This hypnotic audio is for entertainment only and is total fantasy. 

This is for submissive girls, contains, pussy tease, forced orgasm, Hypnotic Language, subliminal voice, and added sound effects. 

This Hypno-erotica is for entertainment only, do not drive or operate any heavy equipment. Sandman 

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For Darcy



Author's disclaimers

First off, please do not read more into the title than the above two words provide. While they may have had a coercive influence on the writing of this piece, this "person" has nothing, whatsoever, to do with the story below. The misleading title is merely a grudgingly offered dedication… of sorts.

Secondly, thanks to Mr. Gates for making this a much smaller, more closely linked world we all now attempt to peacefully coexist within, all names and certain details (both back then and in the present, which might assist someone {who's business it isn't} in narrowing down this incident to when, where and between whom) have been altered to cover for the non-innocent.

And thirdly, having not actually been there at the time this took place; I can only approximate the words, thoughts, reactions and motivations of those involved. You see, this "incident" was relayed to me by the third party in what happened that night, roughly a year after it went down… while basking in the blissful afterglow of a dark and stormy and intensely intimate night. Which is another story entirely and is not open for discussion, thank you.

Now, here goes.

To begin with, I think brief descriptions of two of the people involved would be in order. Chris (party of the first part) was 5' 10" (tall for a girl) and at the time I'd guess she weighed in right around 165 pounds. She had straight shoulder-length brunette hair, dark eyes, lush full lips and a nose that had been broken several times. Chris's volatile temperament had contributed to this nasal rearrangement on more than a couple of occasions, one of which I was angrily involved in. You see, I broke it for her. If I remember correctly, it was for the fifth time in her life. 

Plain and simple, you don't want your arrogant, intrusive nose broken, then don't go around sticking it within range of my fist. 

And yet, Chris was an attractive young woman, whom I normally got along with famously. She was generally good natured, funny as hell, and a lot of fun to hit the bars with… providing she didn't get too deep in the tequila bottle. It was one of two weaknesses that I was aware Chris had. 

Wanting nothing more in life than to be a good cop, Chris was a serious-minded criminology major. She was also the captain and center forward on the volleyball team. Which meant that Chris was forced to wear an extremely constrictive sports bra when she played. This was to prevent her from giving herself raccoon eyes when she came down after spiking the ball right into the face of the poor girl stationed across the net from her. You see, Chris possessed the measurements to complement her tanned and extraordinarily healthy frame; 38D-29-36. 

Kathy (party of the second part) was the exact opposite of Chris. 5' 6", maybe 120 pounds dripping wet, a fair-skinned, dishwater blonde with pale blue eyes, an inline nose, stingy lips, and unimpressive measurements; 32C-26-28 (damn near boyish, in my opinion) pretty much sums her up, at least physically. A third year Med. student, Kathy was the studiously intelligent type… somewhat of a geek-glassed bookworm, but she could be bright and almost cheery when she wanted to be. Not exactly what I would consider to be a barrel of laughs, but she was tolerable in subdued and civilized surroundings.

Kathy could also be moody and was extremely secretive concerning her personal life. This insistent obsession Kathy had for her personal privacy, I truly believe, was the root cause for what happened on the night in question.

Although physically, as well as being emotional and temperamental complete opposites, Chris and Kathy had been friends in college, not exactly what would be considered bosom buddies and pals, but they were close enough that they could let their hair down with each other. On the evening this "incident" was instigated, they were splitting pizza and a pitcher of beer at a watering hole off campus. As is almost always the case with friends and beer, the banter between them inextricably gravitated to sex.

 An aside here, if you please. Men do not have an automatic lock on this particular form of verbal entertainment. You get two or more women together and what passes for polite conversation can quickly sink right into the gutter. Women, once their tongues have been sufficiently loosened (either with enough booze, or in the spirit of "friendly" female competition), will tell relative strangers intimate things about their lives they would never even consider revealing to anyone close to them, especially to another woman who's close to them. I ask you, what woman in her right mind would knowingly provide potential ammunition to a possible competitor?

Guys, on the other hand, even when they're way down in their cups, boasting about (and forever embellishing upon) their past conquests, can be so damned close-mouthed when it comes to sharing intimate details about themselves. Especially with a woman, and never, ever "God forbid!" with another guy. Men can be so fucking aggravating. 

Anyway, Kathy told Chris that her boyfriend had been hinting lately that he would like to try a threesome. Kathy said she wasn't too keen on the idea, but that her boyfriend was becoming more and more vocal about it, and she knew that Chris had been involved in a couple a threesomes, and the two of them really did seem to get along rather well, and well… 

Eventually, Kathy got around to asking the question Chris already suspected was coming: Would Chris be interested in joining her and her boyfriend in some sexual antics? For just this one time, so her boyfriend's curiosity could be satisfied and then maybe he would get off this destructive kick that, if allowed to continue, couldn't do anything but destroy an otherwise solid relationship.

Now, a couple of things have to brought out about these two young women, otherwise certain unforeseen responses, along with a possible underlying motivation, might get a bit cloudy further on.

Chris knew for a fact that Kathy had been involved in a threesome in her sophomore year and that, sufficiently liquored up one night, she had confessed that it had been the most amazing sexual experience of her life. So, to Chris, her friend's hesitancy to engage in another one with her current boyfriend had been puzzling.

There was also something Chris knew, that Kathy was unaware anyone even suspected about her. In training to be a good cop, and also snoopy by nature, Chris had given herself a class assignment; dig deep and find out who the hell Kathy was secretly seeing. It turned out that unassuming Kathy was seeing another student on campus, a black guy. This would be a mega taboo back in Kathy's small Midwestern town, but it really wasn't all that big a thing in the more cosmopolitan atmosphere of a Big Ten college town. So, this could very well have been behind Kathy's apparent reluctance to bring the matter up with her friend. 

However, something else naive Kathy was also unaware of was that Chris had been with several black guys in the past three years. She had found them to be not only sexually aggressive…even overtly demanding…in bed, but all three guys had provided her with not just multiple, but double quadruple orgasms that had been unbelievably intense. She had reached sexual heights with these possessive black guys which, so far, had been unattainable with the normal, run-of-the-mill white guys. 

Why this particular interracial aspect turned her on the way it did was something Chris didn't even bother questioning. She merely accepted it as being an undeniable fact of her sex life and enjoyed the fruits Mother Nature…in her infinite wisdom…provided for a girl who was not only smart enough to recognized it, but was able to fully appreciated what was graciously being presented to her. It was the most incredible sex she had ever known, no one was getting hurt, and besides, she really didn't give a royal rat's ass what anyone else thought, anyway. It was her life and she would live it to the fullest, and any goddamn way she chose to conduct her private life was her business. No one else's.

Chris, much to Kathy's amazement, readily accepted the offer. She had seen Kathy's secret boyfriend and considered him to be one prime hunk of sexual masculinity. He was tall and lathe, not bad looking and darkly sensual, so the prospect of "sampling" her friend's private goodies was positively irresistible.

Kathy, for some unfathomable reason, had seemed even less keen on the idea than she had been earlier, but she had promised her boyfriend she would look into maybe setting it up for him. She had also made the salacious offer to Kathy and backing out, with no reasonable explanation for doing so, would make her appear to be sorely unsophisticated. So, plans were made for the three of them to get together for pizza and beer Friday night. To sort of feel one another out about this wicked idea, before they found themselves naked and not at all sure they wanted to go through with it, which would be embarrassing to all concerned.

Friday night arrived…way too quickly for nervous Kathy and not near soon enough to suit anxious Chris. Kathy arrived with her mysterious boyfriend and introduced (party of the third part) Tom. Pouring them all frothy mugs of beer, Chris said she had seen Tom around campus and also at the track meets. Tom, at that time, had briefly held the NCAA record for the hundred yard high hurdles. 

Much to Kathy's dismay, Chris and Tom hit it off right from the start. Tom was sharp and quick-witted and it wasn't long before he and Chris were exchanging good-natured potshots with each other. Nothing was openly discussed about what was in store for them when they left the bar, but it didn't take a soothsayer to catch on to the fact that both Tom and Chris would be all for the idea. Kathy, the closer it got to them actually leaving, and most assuredly ending up naked and sexually involved, was becoming increasingly like the proverbial long-tailed cat caught in a room full of senile old ladies in rocking chairs; agitated as hell.

Summoning up all the courage she could muster, shortly after midnight, Kathy said that, if they were really going to do this, "Then let's get out of here and get to it." Reiterated to me a year later, the thought had to have been inside Kathy's head that the sooner they "got to it" the quicker it would be over and done with.

Chris followed Kathy and Tom back to Kathy's small apartment and once they were upstairs with the shades safely drawn, a bottle of wine was brought out. "Wine to sooth the savage beast," Kathy had quipped, handing the bottle to Tom to uncork. And soothing Tom's savage beast was exactly what Chris had on her naughty mind.

Half the bottle soon empty, Tom…with an inviting grin on his ebony features…finally popped the bubble that had been floating in the air all evening; which of them was going to go first. Kathy, hoping that push coming to shove, essentially bringing the matter to glaring head might, in some magical way, alter what was clearly inevitable, suggested that Chris…being their guest…should go first. Kathy might just as well have been whistling in a stiff wind. This close having a hot and sweaty go with sexy black Tom, Chris wasn't about to turn chicken run anywhere, except maybe into the bedroom.

Having already kicked of her sneakers when she arrived, Chris stood up and dressed only in shorts and a tube top…she seldom wore a bra and never wore panties, it didn't take her long to get naked. She looked thoughtfully back and forth between both of them. Then, smiling like an impish little girl on Christmas morning, she reached down and tapped Tom on the forehead. "Tag, you're it."

Tom was off the couch in an instant, and was totally naked not much longer after that. Tom and Chris appraised each other. He liked what he saw in her and Chris definitely liked what she saw on him; six already semi-hard inches of tempting, uncut black cock, and it was still growing. Grinning at each other, they turned and in unison chimed in, "You're turn, Kathy."

Now, along with wanting to get a big long taste of delectable Tom, Chris had more than once entertained the idea of getting Kathy loaded on vino, then getting her ethereal-figured friend delightfully naked and seeing what naughtiness could develop between them.

Kathy wasn't simply caught, she was irrevocably trapped. While going through with this might prove damaging to her and Tom's secret relationship, calling it off…right in front of smirking Chris… would, in their eyes, prove beyond a shadow doubt that she was still just a small town girl from the conservative Midwest.

It took Kathy ten times longer to disrobe than Tom and Chris combined had spent getting rid of their clothes. Her flats got nervously wedged off her bare feet, then she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, untucked it from her skirt, took it off and carefully folded it over the back of her chair. Next, her plaid skirt was unzipped, stepped out of, and then it joined her blouse. This left Kathy attired in a way Chris never would have suspected from her outwardly prim friend; in a half-cup, black lace bra and a very skimpy red silk thong.

With nervous determination, the front-clasp bra was undone and dropped on the chair behind Kathy and, with a challenging look in her watery eyes, she quickly peeled off her sexy thong and threw it aside. To her pleasant surprise, Chris couldn't help noticing that her now nude…and maybe not so prim and proper after all…friend's pussy was baby-bald smooth.

Defiantly, and in a shaky voice…like she hadn't done this sort of thing before, Kathy asked; "Okay, now what?"

Seeing some very definite possibilities in her naked friend, Chris had another arousing matter, even closer to her, that she wanted to see was properly handled first. "I'd say one, or both of us, ought to see to getting Tom here ready to satisfy at least one of us."

With a huge grin and flashing lights in his dark eyes, Tom had boldly declared, "Oh, you can count on it being both of you." He had brazenly looked Chris up and down. "Definitely… and at least one time apiece before the night is over. Guaranteed." He put his hands on his hips and thrust them forward, causing his nearly erect cock to quiver like a ready lance. "Now, how does one of you propose to go about getting me ready for all of this?"

Chris took a step forward and placed her palms against his chest. "You just sit your tight ass right back down, handsome, and you're going to find out." With that, she had pushed him back down on the couch and was instantly kneeling between his splayed legs, holding his thickening cock in her hand. Not wanting to take her attention completely off Tom's sweet chocolate cock, she slid her eyes sideways up at Kathy, "Well, you gonna help me out here, or you just stand there, gawking like some wide-eyed monkey?"

Kathy went bed sheet white. "You're… you're not going to…"

Something was all wrong about this. Kathy had been in this same situation at least once before. She had a fairly good idea of how things were suppose to go. She also knew damned good and well how all of this was going progress once one of them had taken the very noticeable edge off Tom's now fully erect and throbbing ardor. 

Chris had no idea what it could be, but whatever the hell was behind Kathy's shockingly aghast attitude at the situation, it pissed her off. "You just stand there and watch, and maybe even learn something… little girl." Turning her full and undivided attention back to the rock-hard matter in her manipulating hands, Chris lowered her head and proceeded to take Tom's entire erect cock not only into her mouth, but down her throat, all the way down to his cum-bloated balls, in one slow, yet continuous swallow.


Tom admitted to me that he had been caught totally off guard. Not that he had been surprised that Chris went down on him, by then it had been a forgone conclusion that she would, but that, in under twenty seconds, Chris had done what it had taken Kathy several months to successfully accomplish; swallow him whole.

Cupping Tom's balls in her hands and massaging them, Chris had begun working her drooling mouth up and down on his cock, sucking and slurping noisily and with indisputable skill. It proved, Tom confessed as he lay there replaying this story for me, to be the second best blowjob he had ever gotten. Need I bother admitting whom he got the absolute best blowjob of his life from?

While Chris was expertly sucking Tom off, Kathy was rooted in place and shaking like a leaf on an aspen tree in a high wind. Only, it wasn't from any mounting sexual excitement, it was from anger. Outright, unmitigated jealousy, might be a better way of putting it. "You two are… you're fucking disgusting,' she managed to heatedly sputter. "A pair of utterly disgusting animals… and I… I hate you both." With tears streaming down her cheeks, Kathy had whirled around, raced into the bedroom and slammed the door.

"I'm sorry," Tom had apologized to Chris. "This was my idea in the first place, but Kathy seemed ready to go along with it. I don't know what's come over her since…"

Regretfully having to remove his mouth-watering cock from between her fluttering lips in order to be understood, Chris assured him that there was no need to apologize. It happened, "Even in assumed consensual threesome." She had greedily lapped up the copious precum seeping from the peehole, coating the swollen head of his pulsating cock with slimy icing, then winked. "Now, you just hold on, big boy, cause, unless your balls always tighten up like this when a real woman has your cock in her mouth, you're about ready to blow."

About to blow? Tom said it had been all he could do not to cum like an out-of-control fire hose in Chris's amazing mouth while Kathy had been carrying on her childish harangue. 

Thirty seconds more of Chris's voracious, vacuum cleaner blowjob and Tom's balls erupted like they never had before. And Chris hadn't let up there. As he had emptyed himself into her hot mouth, she had swallowed every bit of it. Not so much as one tiny cum-bubble had been allowed to escape past her tightly pursed lips. And, she had continued to nurse his cock until it had withered back to its normal size before letting it slip from between her pouting lips.

She had licked her lips of any possible residue (Like there had been a chance in hell of there being any there.) Then, with his flaccid, slippery, black cock cradled lovingly in her white hand, she had looked up at him and coquettishly batted her long eyelashes. "Now what, you delicious man?"

Tom hadn't been able to breathe yet, let alone suck in enough wind to speak, but he had managed to squeak out, "A lot more. And I mean whole lot more, you sweet-mouthed bitch."

Chris had agreed wholeheartedly, but suggest that it might be smarter if they continued this aborted threesome some place safer than in now-absent Kathy's front room."

Tom's eyes had gone wide. "You got that right. Hand me my pants." Chris had handed them to him then retrieved her shorts. "Kathy hasn't got a gun in there with her, but she does keep a can of Mace in the nightstand." Tom already had one leg jammed into his jeans and was jumping around trying to get the other one in. "I've got a track meet coming up," he had continued while struggling to pull up the zipper of his too tight jeans, "and I'd like to be able to see those hurdles coming at me."

In less then five minutes both of them were somewhat dressed, out the front door, and sprinting for Chris's Volvo.

Tom and Chris didn't spend the rest of that night in a "No Tell" motel far out of town, they spent the whole weekend there. Tom told me he did things with Chris that he had only dreamed of, and also learned a couple of lewd, crude and nasty twists from her that he had never even imagined were possible, let alone permissible.




For Darcy



During that consentually successful weekend, Chris revealed to Tom that Kathy had experienced a threesome before, and in between hot and sweaty bouts of going at each other like insatiable wild animals, it became a matter of some discussion. By late Sunday night they had jointly concluded that it had to have been a possession thing with Kathy. In her previous threesome, she had been the "guest" in the sexual trio. This time around, it had been her private turf that was being invaded by an outsider. Apparently, there was a huge difference in the two scenarios, one neither Chris nor Tom could see. But, hey, that was small town Kathy. Needless to say, Kathy and Tom were no longer an item, even a secret one, after that one-sidedly disastrous night. As to the friendship between Kathy and Chris… The option on that shattered partnership wasn't picked up by either of them. Spilt milk under the bridge, and all like that, it was smarter to let that snarling dog the fuck alone.  I do enjoy hashing the hell out of archaic metaphors 

The last I heard, Chris was a cop… in LA, I believe. A damned good cop, from what I've been told, and would probably be a Deputy Lieutenant of Detectives by now, if she could just be a bit more discreet in her private sex life. But, like with Kathy, that's Chris.

And speaking of dear, sweet, midwestern Kathy, she's just been appointed the head of registered nurses at a major metropolitan hospital. I've heard that, behind her stiff back, she's known around the nursing stations as Mother Ultra-Superior. Kathy's married to a nice, safe white guy, a rapidly balding corporate lawyer. They have two point three kids (I'd love to see that last one. Wouldn't you?), a sprawling ranch style home in the suburbs, a cabin up in the Smoky Mountains, two Mercedes, a Lincoln Navigator, and a Chris Craft ski boat with an inboard Evenrude. 

Outwardly, Kathy apparently has it all going her way. Or, does she?

Tom and I still see each other now and again. He's a High School Phys. Ed. teacher now, married to a caramel-colored goddess, with two of the most delightfully charming, mocha-skinned daughters you've ever seen. Three times a year his wife takes the girls to visit her parents in Hawaii. That's when Tom gives a long time friend a call, we both jump in our vehicles and race to beat hell to a city half way between the two of us. No sooner is the "No Tell" motel door closed behind us then we're spending the next three or four or five days actively "renewing" old acquaintances.

And what is your storyteller doing with herself these days? Like another irrelevant point that was mentioned earlier, this not something which is open for discussion.

 Okay, Darcy, happy now?