1 comments/ 568127 views/ 24 favorites Dad Comes Home By: jacksgirl My brother Rick had sent his resume all over the country. He had his degree and was eager to get on with his life. But I was still in college and immersed in my own worries. I worked in the Dean's office, and was working for my Bachelor's degree in Psychology. Though I knew Rick would leave me sooner or later, it still seemed like a shock to hear him say it. "Julie, we have to talk." "You have a job offer and are moving away." "How do you do that?" "What?" "You always could read my mind." "Well, Rick, I've known you my whole life, it isn't that difficult." He just smiled at me. Man, I'm going to miss that smile. He gave me a big hug and said, "I wish I could take you with me, but I don't know where I'm going to live or anything yet." "That's ok. I'm a big girl now. I'll have my degree next year. I'll be fine." He had that guilty look on his face over leaving me alone, but while I felt bad knowing I'd miss my big brother. I felt all right about living here alone. Since our parents split and moved out, we'd had the house to ourselves for some time. That last two weeks flew. I was busy in my job and before I knew it he was gone. Well it seemed kinda dumb to sleep in my room upstairs when I'm the only one in this empty house. I brought my things downstairs, closed the door to the stairway and just stayed in my parents' old bedroom. Some of Dad's things were still here but all of mom's were gone. It was the beginning of the summer and even though most college students were headed elsewhere, the Dean's office was still busy. Dean Martin himself had always been quite friendly to me. Everyone jokes about his name, of course, but he took it in stride. I'd stayed later than usual one evening, so engrossed in my work I hadn't noticed everyone had left. He stood next to me in the copy machine room as I was copying the day's work for several people in the building. Before I knew it, his arm was around my waist, pulling me close. I've always found him attractive but never thought he paid much attention to me. "You're the sweetest girl, Julie. I've always wanted to get closer to you," and gave me a nice, not so boss-like kiss. When I got my breath back I said, "I've always liked you too, Dean." He turned my head holding my chin in his hand and was kissing me again. Well, part of my brain said I shouldn't be doing this with the Dean, but the part that was kissing him could see nothing wrong with it. Soon his hand was moving up underneath my skirt. I didn't have stockings on since it was such a warm day. "Ah, Dean, do you think this is a good idea here?" I meant at school, but he must've thought I meant the copy room, because he said, "You're right, my office is much more private." We went into his office, and once the door shut and locked behind me, there was no turning back. Not that I wanted to, mind you. I was comfortable with him, and I haven't had any kind of sex in several weeks, since Rick left. Oh, his hand trailed up my leg and found my pussy easy enough, and while one of his hands pulled down my panties, the other one pushed up my skirt. He was still kissing me, but I suddenly got the urge to kneel in front of him. I haven't had a nice big cock in my mouth for quite some time and it had always been just about my favorite thing to do. He seemed rather surprised, but wasn't doing anything to discourage me! I pulled his cock out of his pants easy enough, and started stroking him with my fingers at first, then held him firmly at the base and started kissing and stroking him with my tongue. I always did like the spiral movement around and around with my tongue, just before taking him fully into my mouth, and soon was totally absorbed in this task. I don't know why, but sucking on a man's cock has always been the most fun for me. Just as I thought I was going to get my reward, he pulled out and said, "Stand up and turn around, I'd rather put it in another hole if you don't mind." I wordlessly did so, and stood bending over the desk. His hand was working into my pussy, and Oh! it did feel good. Soon his cock was pushing up inside me, and it was heavenly. "Oh, Dean, this is nice." "Yes, it is, Julie," he was trying to talk, but was coming into my pussy at the same time and it was just gushing all over the place. He was rather reluctant to pull it out, and almost as an afterthought said, "Have you ever taken it in the ass?" "No, but I'm willing to try." "Maybe the next time." "Yes, sir." I know it sounds corny, but I was in the habit of calling him sir from working in his office. I was the youngest female in there (well, the youngest Person in there), and wanted to be respectful. There seemed nothing else to say; we were fixing our clothes, and I just gathered the copies I needed to put on various people's desks and went home. It had seemed like a long day. I found something frozen I could heat and eat, and took a nice hot bath, and then lay in bed with a good book and the TV remote. It didn't take me long to fall asleep. Then I was having this dream, Rick was back, and he was taking off his clothes trying real hard to be quiet. Well, we'd been sleeping together since I was 18, so this is not alarming to me, but in my dream state, I was wondering why he was back so soon. He'd only been gone a few weeks. Maybe it didn't work out; my mind was busy trying to make sense of this for awhile, and he just crawled into bed next to me, pulled me close, which I rather liked to snuggle anyway, and soon we were asleep. It was early morning and still dark when I was at first aware of being awake. He was playing around in my pussy with his fingers, and this felt nice. But something just didn't seem quite right. "Rick?" A deeper voice answered, "No, It's your Dad; baby, you are so soft and silky smooth." He was still fingering my pussy. I was instantly awake of course on learning it was Dad, and I kind of wanted to jump up and run, but it was too late for that. "Why would you think it was Rick?" He was smiling at me in the dark. "You two are in the habit of sleeping together, aren't you?" "You knew?" "Of course I knew, but I don't think your mother did." He kept fingering my pussy and then said, "How about one of those lovely blowjobs for your old man?" Well, there wasn't anything for me to do or say, like denying it, if he knew Rick and I slept together he probably knew the rest as well. I knelt down, and pulled his hard cock into my mouth. He started talking real low, but I could hear him really well. "Yeah, I almost walked in on you two once when you were supposed to be cleaning the garage. I guess sucking his cock was more fun than sweeping, huh?" Well, I can't say anything to that so just kept up sucking him deeper and deeper, until it almost felt like he'd pull in right down my throat. "Yeah, I almost caught you one other time just as you were finishing homework. I came upstairs to tell you it's time for bed. But it looked to me that your minds were already on that track. But you were always so sweet and quiet about it, and your mother was on the road to driving me insane; I just couldn't say or do anything to stop you two. He was fucking my mouth harder and faster, and it wasn't long before he was coming big time. It was the first time I ever felt like gagging, but I was afraid he'd say something, and I was already pretty nervous about the way this conversation was going. He said, "Sit up, Julie, That's a girl, sit on my cock and ride him." I eased up and sat down gingerly on top of his big cock. I at first thought he wouldn't want to come again so soon, but I guess he had more in him than I'd assumed, because riding my pussy up and down on him, he was soon coming again, and yeah, ok, a lot of it was probably mine as well. "Ok, baby girl, turn around and lay on your stomach, stick your ass up in the air. That's it, a little bit more." Well, now I didn't know what to expect, but did as I was told, and he was using all of our cum to coat his fingers and started pushing his finger up my ass hole. I've never done this before. Dad quietly said, "It won't be so bad once we get going." If that was meant to be reassurance, it wasn't working. The concept was pretty neat to me, but I was worried it would hurt. "There's certainly plenty of cum down here, so you're going to be lubricated just fine." I still wasn't sure what he meant by that, but soon he was like holding my ass hole open with his fingers and his cock was pushing into it. "OH, This hurts, Daddy!" "Well, I suppose if Rick had wanted to do this, it would have been just fine, huh?" There was nothing I could say to that, but his cock just continually pushed farther and farther into my butt. OW! He held still for a moment and said, "OK, Julie, breath in, relax, it's going to be alright." I did breathe deeply a few times, and forced myself to relax, and it wasn't long before he pulled his cock out just a little and then shoved it back in again, firmly. Though he may have been trying to be gentle, I was still so scared of what he might do since he knew about Rick and me. Maybe this is my punishment? It sure felt like it could be. In any case, I was in no position to tell him to stop or go easy on me. So, I just resigned myself to endure whatever it was he wanted to do. Actually it was just like fucking, only I'd never been invaded here before. Dean had mentioned it yesterday; it seemed he was planning to do the same thing. I guess it's just something I'm going to have to get used to. Finally just as it was bearable, and I was halfway enjoying it, he shot inside me, and his cum was running out of my ass. He kept it still for just a moment and then withdrew. He pulled me up closer to him, so I lay in his arms, snuggled into his chest. It felt good to have someone hold me like that. Just when I thought he was going to doze off again, he said, "You don't have sex with any of the boys at school, do you?" "No, Daddy, I've never had sex with any of the boys at school." I was thinking that's not a lie, the Dean is not a boy. He said, "That's good. How close are you to graduating?" "One more year." "Ok, I think maybe I should stay here for awhile and give you a little more parental guidance than I have in the past." I just lay there quietly wondering what it was going to be like with the Dean in the day time and my Daddy home at night. It's going to be an interesting year! Dad Comes Home Friday Graduation was nice. You know you sit and listen to all the speeches from the Dean and the President of the University. They tell you how prepared you are for the future, and how opportunity is just a handshake or a knock on the door away. Yeah, that sounds nice in a speech. Then you wake up the next morning, and reality hits you in the face. I'd been staying with the Dean and his wife while working in his office and finishing my senior year. But, as a graduate who wasn't planning on attending school anymore for awhile, my job kind of dried up. Though Dean Martin and his wife said nothing, there's a little voice in my head that tells me I've overstayed my welcome. I'm sure some people would ignore that voice, but I'm not one of them. It was just a feeling it's time to move on. I always awaken early, and this Monday morning, I was packed and ready to go before 6. I intended to put my bags in the car and come back inside to have breakfast with them, but once I loaded the car, had my keys in my hand and looked back at the house, there was no reason to go back in. I wasn't really sure of where I was headed. My brother Rick was on the West Coast, and though I'm sure I could knock on his door and he'd let me in, I didn't really want to drive there. My attempts at job hunting produced no promising results. So…thinking I don't know what to do or where to go, I just drove, and for some strange reason ended up at home. Ok maybe not my home for some time, but my parents' home. They split up a couple of years ago, leaving Rick and me alone for awhile. But I have to say, while this seemed earthshaking at the time; now it was just a distant memory. I unlocked the door, brought all my things into my room, and proceeded to look around the house. Of course I didn't expect to see anybody. Mom moved back to her hometown after the divorce, and Dad's work required him to travel a great deal during the week. I shouldn't even expect him until the weekend. Ok, there were a few things in the refrigerator (not much) and I had some money, so I'll just stay here for awhile and see if anything turns up. I busied myself cleaning and settling in for the rest of the week, unwinding from the last few hectic weeks at school, also. By Friday, I was pretty relaxed. The house was clean. There was food, and in fact, I cooked a meal, thinking I can eat what I want and save the rest. Suddenly, Dad pulled into the driveway and unlocked the door. He looked a bit surprised to see me, but looked really happy. "Hey, Baby, I sure didn't expect to see you here!" "Oh, hi Daddy." Daddy? I hadn't called him that in years. And since the last time I'd seen him, I practically ran away from home and to the Dean for a refuge. Suddenly, I can no longer remember what I was running from. I was just glad to be home and hoping he was glad to see me as well. "Sorry I couldn't make it to your graduation. I intended to, but couldn't get away." "That's ok, they let me go anyway!" haha, my weak attempt at humor. "You don't mind that I came back home, do you?" "Of course not, Julie. This is always your home. It was unfortunate that you felt you had to leave it in the first place." Well, I didn't know what to say. At the time it was positively the best thing for me to do. Now I wasn't so sure why. "I have dinner ready." "That's good, sweetie, but I need a quick shower first and then I'll eat, ok?" "Yeah, sure." I had nothing else to do in the kitchen so went into the living room and sat in front of the TV. I almost said I watched TV, but actually I had no idea what I was looking at. Just thinking how strange life turns out sometimes. The things you once ran from end up being the very things you want to run back to. If that makes any sense. He was eating in the kitchen. I started to join him, but wasn't sure I was ready to face him yet. You know, without a reason to talk. The dishes had been done from supper. I'd had my shower. I just stayed where I was on the end of the couch like it was any other normal evening. Only Dad was home… He came in quietly and sat on my left, right next to me on the couch. We both stared at the TV, though I don't think either one could tell you what was on. "You know, Julie, it was a pretty shitty thing, the way you left." "Yeah, I know, Dad. I was just scared." "Of what?" "Well, Mom was gone, Rick was gone. I was scared to be with you without them as barriers. I've always been a little scared of you." He turned and looked at me with love and concern and something else in his eyes. "Why in the world would you be scared of me, Julie? You know I love you with all my heart." "Yeah, I know, Dad, but you used to spank me all the time when I misbehaved and without Rick or Mom there, I just felt too…vulnerable." "Is that because you had a guilty conscience and knew you deserved a spanking? You and Rick had been having oral sex for sometime. You hadn't dealt with me at all, like you had no need for my discipline. But not only that, you had no self-discipline as well." I didn't know what to say, but was thinking of what he was saying. Rick and I had had oral sex for some time, and had slept together for years, but for some reason, I guess I thought that was none of Dad's business. Then when Rick left, I couldn't face Dad, so I ran to Dean. "Yes, Daddy, I know you're right." I just looked down at my hands on my lap. "Do you know what I think? I think you need a good spanking. Just to absolve you of what's been haunting you. And to clear the air and get us off to a better start." I heard him talking and I knew he was right, but couldn't bring myself to say it. "Well, Julie. You know I'm right, don't you?" I nodded, not speaking. "I want to hear you say it." Tears were forming in my eyes and I didn't think I could speak if I wanted to. His fingers were under my chin, lifting it until I could kinda look him in the eye. "Ask me for it, Julie. Just say 'Daddy, I need a spanking.'" I tried to look him in the eye, but tears were dropping down to my cheeks. "Daaaaadddy. Uh, uh, uh. I need a spanking. …. Please…." I looked back down at my hands, and he said, "Ok, Baby, lie here across my lap. I assure you, you'll feel much better afterward." Well, I couldn't possibly understand how that was going to happen, because in my experience, after a spanking, your bottom is sore and swollen and red. I've had plenty of them, but not since I was a kid. Maybe he was right. Maybe that's what has been wrong with me. I turned and stretched out across his lap. I had a short robe on, so it was easy for him to lift it and pull my white cotton panties down to my ankles. His large hands were caressing my bottom in a circular motion, over and over. I wanted to tell him to get on with it, but I didn't want him to start at all, so I said nothing. Suddenly there was a large Whack! And his hand hit my right cheek. And again and again. He always spanks the same spot over and over. And then he moves to a different spot and spanks it over and over. Then he moves to the other cheek. He continued with the longest spanking. When I was a kid I thought they were the longest spankings, but this was by far the worst. He just kept spanking me, until I was thinking this is never going to end. He covered the top of my ass, the middle of it, on both cheeks thoroughly, and then worked his way down to the soft underside that connects to my thighs. I was crying and crying of course, and he was just talking to me quietly, making me understand he wasn't angry with me, but this was just something I've needed for sometime. Just when I'd accepted the fact this spanking would go on for eternity, it stopped. I was sobbing and hiccuping and I'd hate to see what my bottom looked like. He urged me to sit up, and pulled me up to his lap. I sobbed into his chest and he held me close, murmuring soothing words about how he doesn't really want to hurt me, it's my own behavior that causes this….. I hate to say it because my bottom felt terrible, but inside, I felt very good. Purged almost. I wept until it softened and just the hiccups were left. And the feeling of his chest against me. His hands holding me close. "You're going to be all right, Baby. I think the healing can start now." "Yes." I said. "Go to the bathroom and wash your face and brush your hair and come right back." "Yes, Daddy." I got up and did so, and when I came back, was surprised that it seemed like practically no time had passed on the clock. "Now, young lady, I think it's time you show me a little appreciation. And I think you know exactly what I mean." His legs were spread apart, and he was pulling his cock from the sweatpants, so that against the black sweatpants, his whole scrotum looked large and white and ready for me. I knew exactly what he was expecting. Before you get to thinking I'd hate this, I've gotta tell you that I do indeed love sucking a big hard cock. My brother Rick taught me how to do a good job, and I do think this is one thing I was born for. I knelt in front of Daddy, took his cock and held it on my right hand like I was weighing it. With my left hand, I encircled the base, pulling it toward him just a little bit, and looking at his head looking at me I began kissing it. Tender little kisses all over the head and soon was darting my tongue in little licks all over the head, then running my tongue down the seam and around the under ridge. "That's it, Baby, you sure know how to please Daddy. Oh, yeah…" I just kept my eyes and attention focused on his cock, and soon was licking his balls as well. I know he loves it when I pull his balls into my mouth and just keep them in there to warm them, with that lovely gentle sucking. I don't like to hurry when I do this. Rick used to tell me to calm down, relax and take my time. So, I did just that, knowing Rick was the best instructor a girl could have on how to suck a man's cock. I always like the feeling I'm giving him pleasure. With Dad, however, it was also a feeling of my bottom is so sore and throbbing, I was home. So the pleasure was also mine. I wasn't trying to hurry or anything, but soon, Dad was holding the sides of my head and his thrusting became more urgent. I increased the sucking and the speed of pulling him into my throat. His cock was swelling thicker, and I knew his release was coming soon. "OH, yeah, Baby, that feels so good. What a good girl." His cum was shooting in me. I swallowed, and when it kept coming, swallowed again. Then I licked the corners of my mouth and the cum still glistening on his cock. Some of it had dribbled down on my tits, but I couldn't do anything about that. "Oh, sweetie, you sure know how to make Daddy feel good." He lifted me up so I sat on his lap, my head cradled against his chest. My bottom was sore and my mouth was wet and sticky, but I never felt so loved and wanted. It was good to be home.