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Based on a True Fantasy

By: Fantasy Kiss



This piece is a collaboration. I want to thank my favorite author for taking pity on me and fulfilling one of my greatest wishes. WRITING A STORY WITH ME! 

Brie: Fantasy Kiss
Daddy: YouBadBoy (thank you baby)

DADDY

I had a real problem. 

I sat, reading the email glowing on the screen from my twenty-four old daughter, again. 

She was my one and only, living in a little apartment just on the other side of town still trying to get her feet on the ground, and transiting into the real world. It's hard. And I have a difficult time admitting it, but she feels like a soul mate. I had her when I was only 18, married a beautiful, African American, woman and produced Brie, my little girl. It hasn't been easy and the solution THEN was contributing to my current panic. 

About five years ago, when she just turned eighteen and was flowering into full adulthood we moved, bought a new house, and had financial difficulties all at the same time. Brie was going through the great passage of her life at the same time, and all hell broke loose. We fought nonstop. I separated from my wife briefly and was overcome with sadness-- because Brie stayed with HER. I have never felt such sadness. I missed her. We worked hard and got through that period, and now we get along wonderfully. 

I dug it out of my desk drawer. 

Her first email: 

"Dad. 

I'm going to try this cause I don't know what else to do. I Love you, but I'm not so sure about you. I'm writing this cause I can't talk to you anymore. You stopped listening, all you ever want to do is give advice. I don't need any advice, I need you to listen. I have so much I want to tell you. I need you. If you think this will work email me back. 

Love Brie."

She emailed me this while living in that little apartment, I cried when I read it. I had no idea. And I wrote back nothing more than…

'Okay.' 

What grew out of this little arrangement was a flood of words from my little girl, covered by the illusion of privacy offered by the Internet. All her frustrations and questions, and fears. We were more intimate than I could have ever dreamed, and with the familiarity grew a longing inside. I kept it hidden, remained an observer, a teacher, a helper. But I remember sitting at my computer and opening my mail trembling at what she may reveal, open, disclose to me in her beautiful autobiographical prose. Feelings about her body, about her face, about her breasts. Nights when she had too much to drink, what clothes she was wearing (an unbelievable turn on, I'll admit it), her first time, fears about a test, frustrations with co-workers, her need for me. We never ever acknowledged to one another our secret email trysts, and I had noticed a deepening intimacy, but I guess I was in denial. 

And now this: 

"I was horny last night; in fact I still am, but anyway. I couldn't find my favorite toy (it heats up and glows in the dark) so I had to improvise, but that isn't the important part. I couldn't seem to come up with an interesting fantasy so I thought about you and the moment I did the ache began to grow. So I said out loud. 'Oh Daddy.' Again and again and with each passing moment it grew. It didn't take long before I came. 

And dad? It was good. 

So I did it again. :) and another four more times before I became too tired to continue. 

I suppose it does make sense. Somewhere along the line I began to associate you with a good nut. lol and though I shouldn't be surprise by this, I am. I never had that reaction off of just thinking about anyone before. 

I've said it before but I have to say it again -- thank you, thank you, thank you."

BRIE 

The smile that spread across my lips was the biggest one I've had in a long while. My father emailed me back, and this time he actually asked me a direct question. What a question! Over the last few months we've engaged in this other life, outside of the one that we lived in the "real world." 

For the longest time he was impossible to talk to. We fought all the time, but then my very best friend, Nikki, made a suggestion one day. She said, why don't I just write him a letter. Letters were a form of one-way communication, the reader has no choice but to listen to what you have to say and they can't get defensive and argue with you on the spot. She said people responded better to letters. So I emailed. 

His first response was an, "Okay." No arguments! I knew right then that Nikki was right. I finally got him to listen and once I had his full attention, I wasn't going to let it go. So I let it all out, and through it all he listened. 

But it wasn't until this next email that I realized we were moving to another level, he was more than just listening, he was engaging. 

He wrote: 

"What did you improvise with? 

Dad." 

I reached for my morning coffee on the side of the desk; I took a big gulp for courage. Leaning back in my chair, I began my answer. 

"Daddy, 

OMG. I can't believe you asked that. I can't tell you something like that!!

Okay, yes I can. LOL.

It was hair roller lol. The hard plastic kind. I picked it cause it was, well… there and because it was a nice round size. The holes in the middle and the ridges at the ends add quite a bit of friction/stimulation as I worked my pussy around it. 

Let me start from the beginning. 

I was in my bed. It was around midnight and I remembered back to the very first time I realized what a sexy man you were. It was about 8 years ago. You were in the backyard, raking the leaves and you weren't wearing anything but these dark shorts in the hot sun. The sun glistened on your back from the sweat and the movement of the muscles under your skin. I remembered the ache I felt looking at you. It was so good, like an itch between my legs. I knew then and there that I only wanted you to help me relieve it. I said 'hey sexy' when you came in the house. (Remember??) Oh and that feeling I got when you looked at me...

God. It is hot in this apartment. They have yet to fix the air conditioning, I was soaking wet that night. I remember the sweat rolling down between my breasts as I thought back to that day. My body was on fire for you, a feeling I've gotten used to. 

My hands were moist with sweat as they traveled along the curves of my body -- did I mention I sleep naked -- tracing the curve of my neck, my breasts, my hard nipples, (I smiled remembering how you reassured me they were beautiful), the slight curve of my tummy (you told me that was my womb), the plumb mount of my pussy, and all I could think about was you and the sun gleaming on your skin. My big strong, Daddy. 

So I began to touch myself. Opening my legs, I imagined you were in the room standing there, watching me, with my legs spread, my back arched, my pussy wet and gleaming. And I was showing you -- EVERYTHING. 

Oh Daddy, I'm so wet right now you just don't know. 

I stroked and found my juices coating my lips. I moved my fingers all around (so sticky) and spread the juices along the inner edge of my thighs. My scent surrounded me. I took the curler and, oh my God, I pushed... 

It wouldn't enter. 

So I pressed harder, but I only felt pain. It was the shape you see. It was round, but unlike a dick, it didn't have a rounded tip to make entry easier. So… I said your name. 

Daddy. 

And the juices really began to flow. I was so wet, so fast, it hurt. I was dying from the pleasure. So I pressing in again, it felt so good and I could feel myself opening. My little hole was taking *you* all the way in. It still hurt but I loved it. It was you, hurting me, wanting to fuck me. I loved it. 

I whispered again.

Daddy. 

More juice. I pushed again and it slid all the way in. The first thing I felt were the ridges pressing up inside of me, each individual grove. 

Daddy. 

My pussy tightened around it and I remember almost losing it, almost pushing it out, but I caught it. Once inside me it filled me, pressing up against my g spot. Juices flowed from me. I could only imagine what it looked like to someone watching me, to be able to see directly into my puss as the curler held me open. 

But you were there. 

Daddy. 

You were with me, watching. You were watching as I inserted the red plastic in my body. You were watching as I played with my clit, drawing lazy circles. You were watching as the clenching of my muscles rotated the tube inside my body. You were watching as I called your name over and over and over. You were watching as I lost control in a moment, my world falling apart. Squeezing so hard, my pussy pushed the curler out me, yet again. This time I didn't stop it and I felt all the juices trapped inside flow out from my body onto the bed sheets, as I rolled around and came in such a wonderful orgasm. 

I repeated the process several times daddy and each time was better than the last. 

Maybe next time you really can watch. 

I'm so wet now, Daddy. My panties are soaked, my chair is wet, covered with my scent. If you want I can send them to you. Would you like that? 

Your little girl, Brie." 

I clicked send and immediately buried my hands between my legs. The phone began to ring in the background. But it didn't take long, within moments I went flying over the edge, my pussy clenching around my small fingers. It was simply too much. The shrilled noise continued on and on until I couldn't take it anymore. 

Catching my breath, I picked up the phone. It was Laura, Daddy's friend. 

"Honey? Are you okay? You sound out of breath." 

"Yeah Laura, sorry I had to run to the phone before you hung up. What's up?" 

"The preparation for your father's surprise birthday party is almost in order. There are two problems, one, we need a place to have the party, we can't have it here because the carpeting I ordered will not be in until the week after his birthday, and the place still looks a mess. Two, I need someone to make sure he arrives on time while I'm putting everything in motion and considering how close you two have become recently I thought it would be nice if you do it." 

Taking a deep breath, I settled back into my chair. "Sure, I'll distract him and make sure he gets there on time. Have we decided on the lie, yet?" 

"Yes. We aren't going to lie; we are just going to omit some facts. You should tell him you want to take him to dinner, and then bring him to your home to unwind. You just wont tell him 20 other people will be joining you with lots and lots of alcohol." 

I laughed. That was one thing about Laura; a party wasn't apart unless there was something alcoholic on the premises. 

"You got it. I'll simply tell him you'll meet us there?" 

"No. I will tell him I have to work late and I'll make it up to him the next day in my own special way."

"I see."

"Okay. I got to go to work; besides he's still here, leaving for work late today. I don't want him hearing us." 

"Okay." 

"Thank you, Brie." 

"No problem." 

Hanging up the phone I sat and stared at the computer screen. Sighing, I began to log off and shut down my computer. He wouldn't respond right at this moment. I'll just have to wait. It's too early to call, at least right now. I headed to the bedroom to take a little nap. My body was still on fire. 

Smiling, I whispered one more time, "Daddy." My body quivered.

DADDY

The night before

I went to bed and couldn't sleep, rolling this way and that. I was so hard, lying there. I looked over at Laura, sound asleep, and lay my hand on her hip. The warmth on my hand, her soft skin, I closed my eyes and imagined the warmth of my little Brie, what was I thinking? I began to stroke her back and trace the line of her ass, her nightie was tucked up around her, leaving her bare bottom right next to me. 

She was out -- sound asleep. What time was it? I stared at the clock -- 3:00 AM in blue letters. I was in agony. I lifted myself up and sat at the end of the bed. I had to pee, which is impossible when you're hard. I managed, and then went back down into the study and stared at the screen, opened the messages stared -- her words. 

I pictured my little girl laying on her bed naked, brown skin, her legs open, sliding her hands up between her legs, her little cunny open, wet. Cumming. What did she look like? It had been years. Her nipples were these wonderful stains; I remember that, so long. Like Laura's. I began to touch myself, so wet. Her breasts must be incredible, the way they moved beneath her little outfits. Just the blue glow and me. I spread my cum, tracing along this cock which was aching in my lap, and began to masturbate. I wrapped my hand around its girth and began to slide up and down, and then opening the desk drawer, I pulled out a little bottle of lotion. I normally did this to porn, not my little girl.

Stroking myself with one hand, I held the mouse with the other and hit the REPLY button, I was feeling so horny, typing, 

'What did you improvise with?' 

I looked at my words, felt myself get harder still. That was vague enough. It could mean anything, my name, and hit the send button. Oh my God, I came in a wave spraying out onto the floor, arching my back God I had never cum like that. I felt my relief, my cock softening -- and then....

Fuck! 

Fuck what did I do? I sent THAT!

I was in a sweat. There is no way to retrieve it. It was in my name. I began tapping buttons. Looked in the Sent folder. There it was. 

RE: Brie,

What did you improvise with?

What could I have possibly been thinking?

Fuck.

I deleted everything, cleared the memory, paced, wiped up the floor and padded off to bed.

Next morning, I had to wait until Laura went to work. I said that I needed a little time at home to get some of my things together. We sometimes carpool. That was normal, I could be late to work. It was fine.

The door closed, and I stepped to the screen. Nine this morning. What time does she get up? I checked my email. Nothing. I stared at the screen. 

Brie is freaked, freaking out right now, that is what it is. She does not have any idea what to do. She was being foolish, and I needed to be sensible, be there for her. Now she thinks I'm crazy.

I got up to have breakfast, went back, sat down and hit refresh. One message received:

It said RE:!!!!!!! 

She got my message. 

*****

I read it over and over. This was uncharted water. I could not bear to read it, my temples pounding in my ears.

'Did I remember??'

She called me sexy. Raking the leaves. I didn't. But still... SHE did.

I read it again, *A roller!* The little spines, hollow, see up inside her, my heart was pounding in my throat. And then my brain - what size?? Idiot. Stop it.

I was on fire again; my cock was hard poking through my robe. I looked down at my cock, a smear of cum on its head.

I started another message:

'Honey, I think we got carried away here. I wasn't ...'

I was.

I started over. 'We can't email ...' I stopped.

'What size?' What the fuck, stop it. I hit delete.

I sat there. What time was it?? What could I write? My mind a blank. I was so hard again. I was adjusting myself. I was still in my robe. I began to rub my cock, look at the clock. 

Shit! It's after ten, I didn't even call work to say I would be late.

I had a meeting. And I got up and padded off to the bedroom.

At the office, my secretary met me. She had a message. 

"Your daughter called."

I went beet red. "Uh, thank you."

"She said to call her right away, on her cell phone."

Shit.

She saw confusion in my eyes. "Is something the matter?"

"No. No." I lied, "She's just having some boy problems."

She smiled going back to her desk. I could have added, 'Yeah, the boy is me.'

I dialed, and right away, first ring. "Hello!"

Her voice, I melted.

"Honey, its Dad."

She answered back (was there a laugh). "Ooooohhhh, Hiiiiii."

"Honey I…We… I got your message."

"Annnnnnnnnnnnnnd I got yours! It's… so bad. (Giggle) Did you get… my answer… Dad?"

"Honey I...."

"Did you?? It's pretty long. I thought you checked your mail in the morning. Or in your office?"

"Yes... Yes. I got it. Brie, we got a little carried away I think."

"It's just silliness. We talk about everything right??"

"Well, your last email was pretty explicit."

"You asked." Such a little brat.

"I didn't ASK."

"Yes you did. In fact… here. Here it is: 'What did you improvise with?' You wrote that… to me. Right?? Did you write that?"

"Hon, sweetie. I'm at work, this isn't… I can't. We should talk."

"Did you??"

She was enjoying this, I could tell. I was sitting in my office, heads poking in. There was a meeting coming and I needed to get my papers in order. My forehead was wet, I need to clean myself up. I could feel my shirt soaking through. Fuck.

I just answered, "I got to go. I'll email you."

She said back, "Have lunch with me."

"Hon, I just got here."

"You got to eat. We need to talk. How about One." Her sing song voice. "Pleeease."

"I got to go. OK. One."

*****

We had a regular routine for lunches. My office was real close to her apartment and she didn't work on Mondays. So we just met in the Plaza and usually ate at a little place around the corner.

She was standing there in a little, loose skirt and half top. God she was so beautiful today.

Her lips were red. She had on lipstick. She'd never done that before.

I looked around to see if anyone could see us. Why was I doing that for God's sake. She's my daughter.

She took my hand.

"Hi Daddy."

*****

Lunch was set before us. I was so nervous, my hand trembled as I brought my soda to my mouth. 

Brie noticed, and leaned forward "Daddy it's ok. I didn't mean to upset you."

I looked up. "I'm fine. Busy day." She reached her hand out and took my hand.

"You're trembling. It was just silly...harmless fun. Dad… Right??" She batted her eyes at me. "It all started because I took a psychology class this quarter. Freud is probably to blame.... The Father of psychology wrote that every girl wants to sleep with her father. And..."

I was hiding behind my cup. "Oedipus."

"No Electra, Oedipus is when the son wants to sleep with mom."

I breathed out. "Fucking world."

"Anyway, as they're teaching, everyone is like, weird. But I kind of leaned back in my seat, like I was you know -- found out. I couldn't stop thinking about it and well we do talk to each other about everything. So…"

I stared at her. "Hmmmm." I nodded.

"I mean OUR little email thing has works pretty good doesn't it." 

I nodded again.

She slid her chair closer and hugged me. "And I love you Dad."

"I love you too, hon. Don't know what I'd do without you."

"Do you remember how I called you sexy."

I honestly didn't remember. I said, "Oh yes, I do remember that."

"You used to mow the lawn without your shirt on, all those muscles. You seemed so huge to me. Strong. Big... Did you know that I could tell the nights you and mom were going to have sex?"

"You could," my eyes widen. "How?"

She laughed now and clapped her hands together. "Easy. You closed the door. You never closed the door. Then, I knew. I used to listen."

"My, our thoughts are on sex."

"I have been a horny little bitch. Probably because I haven't gotten any in awhile." 

I could feel myself blushing, looking around at the other tables. 

"Come on, you've talked with me about other boys. I've told you I've had sex."

"This is pretty different Brie."

"Well, it is TRUE that the man for me is probably someone exactly like you." She leaned in, "And I also read in Cosmo that you should sleep with men who are the same build as your father because a woman's puss is perfectly sized for her father's penis."

I felt myself go immediately hard. She took my hand. "Brie..."

"Dad, we really do love each other. I'm closer to you than anyone. You can feel the connection we have. It's deeper than father daughter. It's chemistry. Don't you feel it?"


Based on a True Fantasy Ch. 02



This piece is a collaboration. I want to thank my favorite author for taking pity on me and fulfilling one of my greatest wishes. WRITING A STORY WITH ME! 

Brie: Fantasy Kiss

Daddy: YouBadBoy (thank you baby)

DADDY

The whole afternoon was a blur, and being pulled along the street by my daughter and agreeing to get undressed with her had me unglued. I had almost decided to change my mind when the door opened and I was standing in her apartment.

What happened next had me so mesmerized; there was nothing to do. 

And it came down to pussy. When she stepped out of that skirt, I saw her chocolate pussy. The hairs trimmed so close, her little lips pouting down between her legs. She wore no bra, so I knew she had this planned from the beginning, but I didn't care.

I didn't admit it, but I did notice her change in dress, all those years ago and that is when I felt the beginning of feelings no father ought to have for his little girl. I denied it at first, but after today, I can no longer do that. I had wanted to SEE her since I could remember. Had moments of trying to steal glances, had seen her wrapped in a towel, or in bra and panties. Other than those glances, I was very good at keeping control -- maintaining the boundaries of our relationship. But the moment she stood there, just slipping off her things, became more than I could bear. What was I thinking when I began to 'spank' her? But, god it was so delicious. Her pussy was soooo beautiful, so wet. Her hard clit...

"Sir?"

Feeling her warmth as she settled into my lap...

"Sir. The meeting."

I looked up; my head was buried in my hands.

"Just a moment."

"Are you ok?"

"I'm fine. Fine. A few family issues today that's all." 

Gloria was eyeing me. 'I'm thinking about fucking my daughter.' I felt like she could read my mind as I walked passed her.

I laid out the paperwork, set up the projection equipment. Began to breath again, when...

"You got another shirt?"

"Huh??"

Pointing, there was a wet line, a stain, running along the bottom of my shirt.

"What the --?" I touched it, stiffening the fabric.

*****

When I got back to my desk I looked at my emails. One message titled 'Daddy.' My heart leapt at the sight.

She said...

"I hope what we did was ok. I hope I managed to keep my promise. I did just want us to only see each other. And we did a little more :) But I think YOU wanted to. 

Daddy, I really do want to go out on a real date with you. When can we go? I'm kind of busy this week, but next Friday. Can we? Can We? It's your birthday. Let's make it special.

All you have to do is say -- yes.

Brie."

That's right. It was my birthday. I thought Laura would maybe have a party for me, but I hadn't heard anything so, why not. She probably had to work late or something.

I wrote back. 

"That would be fine, sweet. Friday, I'll get off early and meet you out front. We can go to an early show, maybe dinner, and..."

I paused. Looking at the screen, "...see what we want to do after that." I was so hard right then, and felt a pang of guilt. Picturing my little girl's pussy, the short hairs, her lips pouting open, her dark slit. I looked at my fingers, imagining them up inside her again. Oh my.

"Daddy" and hit send.

A little while later another email.

"What should I wear?"

Reply: "Little girl, wear something like what you wore today. But...

No panties.

Daddy."

*****

She was standing in the same place I met her before. She looked so innocent with this white little top, and a short loose skirt. Pleats. Sexy heels. Wonderful against her brown skin. She had red lipstick on, she looked nervous. She was chatting on her cell phone when I walked up, and when she saw me she immediately put it away.

As I drew closer, I could see the brown stain of her nipples through the thin white fabric. No bra again. She leaned in and kissed me, chaste on the lips. "I got your email."

I didn't say anything, simply took her hand.

"Where we going?"

"Lets go on a date, first a movie, then...we'll see."

"Awright."

I put my hand around her waist and she snuggled against me as we walked. The further we got from my office the bolder I got with her, stroking the small of her back with my thumb. 

I honestly don't even remember what the movie was, and I don't think it much mattered. The seats we settled into weren't oriented even to 'watch' the movie. It was on the outside edge toward the back. I settled in next to my little Brie, she was eyeing me; I think SHE was the one nervous today.

"What time is it?"

"4:30."

"How long is the movie."

"What does it matter?"

"No matter."

And she leaned back into her seat, her creamy thighs coming into view. The lights began to fade, and I lay my hand on her leg. I looked at her, she was watching the screen and didn't move. I drew a line on her leg, and watched the thin crease of a smile.

She whispered, "Someone's getting naughty."

My finger continued to trace an invisible line up her thigh, and I could feel her pulse in her thigh quicken as she began to breath harder. But she still didn't move. Her skirt rising up as my hand rose higher, exposed the dark patch of her cunny again. I had to see, not just feel. She was so beautiful. She still didn't move, just lay her hand down on my hand.

"Daddy." Her little girl voice. "Your going to have to wait just a sec."

I paused.

"Cause I want something else. Can you give it to me??"

"What sweet? Yes."

"Just that, you seemed so shy before, but now... tsk tsk. Bad Boy. I created a Monster." And she laid her hand right over my hard cock as she said that.

"First things first. I want --" She leaned toward me and softly, so softly, kissed me on my mouth. Her mouth parted perfectly, her tongue tracing softly, I felt her tongue tracing the line of my teeth. I lay my hand over her shoulder, and melted into her, leaning her back into her seat. I could feel her skirt sliding up and as I kissed her, I lay my hand right over her puss. 

She giggled, "One track mind and I'm liking the course."

I whispered, growled more like it, "I want to fuck you tonight."

"Mmmmm." 

She hugged me. I took her lower lip in my mouth and sucked on it. We kissed slowly, touching our mouths, feeling our tongues. And during the movie a few eyes darted from the screen to our embrace, we kissed and kissed and kissed leaning far back into her seat almost lying down. My hand cupped into her pussy, working her juices, sliding my hand up over her tummy, opening her shirt, letting her breasts hang out and press together before me. She was reaching up holding my cheeks as she kissed me, running her fingers through my hair and began to rise up and press me back, we switched positions, now she was on top and as we kissed she reached down began to unzip me. I let her.

"Second." She said with her mouth touching mine.

"I NEED you dick in my mouth."

"Here?!"

"Hmmmm Hmmmm."

There were a few more eyes on us now. The light was low but you could see the white of her shirt, the white of my skin. She leaned back and became silhouetted against the bright screen, her breasts stood out sharply against her white shirt. I couldn't have been the only one who saw her, bared for my pleasure. They could see this young black woman and this old white guy, could see what they were up to, could hear her whispers, probably. How she called me daddy. If they only knew.

Leaning forward again, she kissed me. We just kept kissing the whole time, until that moment she looked down into my lap and began bending herself lower.

She leaned back from me slowly, one last time, looking up at me -- just the whites of her eyes and a wicked grin, her lips wet and red from our kiss, her mouth held open. I could see her white teeth, her little girl smile.

She whispered, "We shouldn't be doing this, but I can't help it." 

She sunk down off my lap to the floor of the theater. I sat there panting as I watched her dip her head toward my lap. She began licking the outline of my cock through the fabric of my pants. I could feel the pressure of her tongue as it glided across me. I could see the wide shining organ move against my pants. She proceeded to pull my cock into her mouth and suck me, making my pants embarrassingly wet. If the pants weren't dark I would have been terrible concerned. Rising up, she grazed her teeth against my tip, stretching me though the fabric. The sensation was electrifying.

"Mmmmmm, baby."

Then she undid my belt, pulled my shirt out from my pants and opened my trousers, tugging them down my thighs. I lifted myself as they slid off and my cock popped into view. My cock ached, stood straight before her. The head of my cock lay swollen against my bare stomach as she lowered her face into my lap and just kissed the tip. She began to lick its length, to bath my cock and balls with her wet tongue, before taking its whole length into her red mouth. All I could see was her dark hair bobbing up and down on me. I tangled my fingers into her hair and held her to me, my little girl kneeling between my legs. I turned my head, and absently watched the movie, feeling the soft wet pressure the suction pulling, tugging at my cock and I closed my eyes. My hands rising and falling as it held on to her hair. 

She was sucking me hard, and took me deep into her mouth. Moving faster upon me, letting her teeth just graze at the skin. I was moaning, guiding her, pacing her with the pressure of my hands as she sucked me. 

"Keep doing that," I breathed. "Oh God, Brie." 

I was rocking my cock into her, pressing harder. Her head was bobbing back with each thrust. I could feel myself getting so aroused, getting ready to cum into her mouth. Her red, open mouth. I wanted her to swallow me in, to spray all over her. I was so hungry. 

Oh god it was so amazing...

And then she lifted her head up, looking at me, at the tip of my cock. She kissed just the tip again, soft little kisses and lifted herself each time, a thin strand of cum sticking to her lips slid down to hang off her red chin. Her mouth was no longer covered with her lipstick; she ate it off, but a good deal was on her chin. Looking down I saw my cock. It was bright red. She smeared most of it on me. It was so sexy and scary at the same time. I wasn't used to my cock being a different color, but I knew I needed more.

"No baby, keep..." I was pushing her back down into my lap.

"We need to wait Daddy. I need you for tonight."

"Oh, Brie! I Can't. Just let me..."

"Mmmmm. Patience... I want some popcorn."

******

BRIE

My body was on fire, absolute fire. I never thought this day would come, me on my knees sucking my daddy's dick. It wasn't quite how I fantasized it, on the dirty floor of a theater, but it was better then anything I could think up. His taste, his smell, his reaction. I made my daddy want to fuck me and heaven knows I wanted to fuck him. He was the only thing that got me off now a days.

It was almost too much. I was wetter than I was when he spanked me. I loved it. There was a constant shift of air that flowed over me, caressing my bare skin, as I sucked on him, my nipples, thighs, my puss. It reminded me of how naked I was down there, how vulnerable. 

I arched my back as I took him deeper into my mouth, sucking as hard as I could with my whole body. I wanted him filling me, feeding me his cum. My daddy's cum. Sucking him was so good. I felt the cold back of the theater chair behind me, on my ass. It was electric. I just needed to be touch, by anything. I pushed my ass against the chair and spread my legs further apart. I was able to push my pussy up against the cold surface, I knew it was probably dirty too, but I didn't care, I just needed contact. I continued rotating my head around his cock, licking and sucking his balls. He smelled so good. I moaned around him as I pushed my pussy up, harder against the cold surface. 

"Keep doing that," he breathed, "Oh God Brie." 

He rocked his cock further up into me, pressing harder. I continued to bob my head with each thrust. I was so aroused; convinced I was on the edge of cumming with him in my mouth. I had to slow down. I had to resist the urge to swallow him whole, to let him spray all over me. I was so hungry. He was so damn good. 

I lifted my head up and looked at him, at the tip of his cock, and kissed it again -- soft little kisses. I lifted my head after each kiss, and each time a thin strand of cum would stick to my lips, falling to hang off my chin. His cock was covered with my lipstick. I had to stop. It was too soon. I pulled away. 

"No baby keep..." He was pushing me back down into his lap.

"We need to wait daddy. I need you for tonight."

"Oh, Brie! I Can't. Just let me..."

A shudder ran through me at the lust in his voice. I pushed my heated pussy up against the chair one last time, and savored the feeling. It couldn't fill me. Only he could do that. 

"Mmmmm. Patience..." I moaned. "I want some popcorn."

Gripping the arms of his chair, I lifted myself up, enough to turn and find my seat. It was then that I noticed the eyes. Sinking low, I whispered to him.

"There are eyes on us. You might want to cover up."

His eyes were closed. He was gripping the seat, trying to regain control of his body. For a moment I didn't think he heard me, but then he reached down and started pushing his still hard member into his pants. I didn't follow suit. I liked being naked beside him. I decided to wait until the movie was over before re-buttoning my blouse.

He looked over at me, staring at my breasts, watching as the colors from the screen danced across them.

"You promise to finish later?"

"Yes, daddy. I promise. I've waited for you for so long, I'm not quitting now."

He looked up into my eyes then and smiled.

"You have lipstick all over your chin. "

I reached up to wipe it away, but he stopped my hand.

"You have me on you too." Leaning forward his tongue flicked out and caught the small dot of juice clinging to my chin in a slow, firm lick that slowly traveled to my lips. My breath caught as his sliding tongue played with my lips, until finally slipping inside my mouth, finding my tongue and kissing me with more passion and intensity then I ever thought possible. His left hand blindly reached up and cupped my right breast, squeezing it whole, milking it, stroking it, driving me crazy as I pushed myself up, further into him. His moan was deep and erotic as the heat of his breath intermingled with mine.

"My little girl, you taste so good."

His head dipped down low and lifted my titty to his mouth. He sucked on me, fucking my nipple with his tongue, pushing against it until it pushed back inside my breast, then releasing it only to suck on it again as if trying to draw me further out and make me harder. Imitating me, he bobbed his head back and forth, licking and sucking me with each little kiss. 

"Daddy?"

He reached out a hand and pulled my hand back to his hard cock and together we stroked him. Then he proceeded to undo his zipper again.

"Daddy! No!" I command, like I was talking to a child, and I pulled my hand back. He sighed. He pulled away from my breasts and reached for my lips again, in a soft, sweet, kiss.

"Awright. I'll get you that popcorn."

Moaning, I let him go. I lay there, trying to regain control, as he did moments before. I reached up and wiped my chin and as I opened my eyes, I found myself staring into unfamiliar green ones. A stranger that took it upon himself to move closer to me after daddy left. He smirked a knowingly, perverted smile, looking over my wet breasts. Self-consciousness, I reached up and re-button myself. Daddy came back to our aisle a few moments later and the stranger moved again, further away.

Handing me the popcorn he settled beside me. Putting it in my lap, I raised my left leg over the arm of the chair separating us, exposing my pussy. He looked down and after a second his hand found its way into my lap. Cupping my puss, he slid a finger in deep and left it there. 

Reaching over I unzipped his pants and slid my hand inside, curling around his semi-hard dick. Eating my popcorn, I went back to watching the movie. We stayed that way for the rest of the film.

***** 

By the time we got back in the car it was a quarter to seven. I made reservations at his favorite restaurant at 7:30. No place too fancy, but the food was amazing. After being seated at a side booth, with the seat that curves around the table, we were given menus. We each ordered a glass of wine while we waited on our meal. I offered a toast.

"Happy birthday, Daddy." 

"Thank you baby."

"I'm surprised you were able to come. I thought you'd be doing something with Laura, tonight."

"She had to work a bit late, but we decided to do something over the weekend." 

"That's good."

The waitress came with our salads. Asked us if we wished anything else and quietly disappeared into the background. It was just the two of us again. Things felt a little weird now. We didn't know quite what to say to one another that didn't involve the one thing on our minds.

There were looks though. He looked so handsome there in his chair. My daddy, all big and strong, like I remembered him as a little girl. He kept looking at my blouse, at my nipples, just staining through. I felt him staring and they became hard again, right before his eyes. He looked up, surprised.

Blue eyes found brown. Longing. Wanting. Desire. 

Heat-it was everywhere. I felt it rising to my cheeks. Needing to cool down I reached for my water, but he reached for my hand. We collided, a bundle of nervous energy. My glass was knocked over.

"I'm sorry."

"Damn."

At the same time. 

"I didn't mean-" 

"No, it's okay-"

A white arm came and took the glass away, replaced it with another and supplied a thin towel to cover the stain until the tablecloth was replaced. 

I looked anywhere but at him. I suddenly didn't want them to see. Here under the bright lights of the restaurant, I felt ashamed. It was different in the dark, at the movie theater. Secrets and bad things that felt good were always easier in the dark.

"Daddy --"

"Brie Brie --"

We laughed. 

"It feels different again, doesn't it? More real? We're not in cyber world anymore, not in dark places or hidden away in small apartments," I asked.

"Yeah. I sit here across from you and I see my little girl still. It's hard to imagine just a few hours ago I had your lips on my..."

I giggled. If black girls could blush, I'm sure I would have at that moment.

"You know I love you, right daddy?"

"Yes. Of course."

"And you know I would never have pushed if I didn't think you were ready to accept this."

He laughed. "But you knew someday I would be, didn't you?"

"Yes. I saw the way you looked at me too, even if you didn't know you were doing it. We're soul mates, you and I. I think that is why I was born to you, because my soul knew and it found you. My daddy."

I reached out across the table. He did the same and our fingers intertwined. The waitress came and removed our salads and replaced them with our food. 

We ate our meal and began talking about our day and our plans for the next few days. He told me how he couldn't get me off his mind when he was at work. Feeling all naughty as he went to the office with thoughts of wanting to fuck me. My day was much the same, but instead of nervousness, I felt excitement. I guess I had longer to get used to the idea. It wasn't until I picked him up that I began to feel a bit anxious. 

He and Laura were doing well, and I still didn't see any boyfriends on the horizon, which at the moment was good. He could just come over whenever we wanted to spend time together. I really had to think about giving him a key.




Based on a True Fantasy Ch. 02



We were having dessert when I said it.

"I have a tattoo."

He looked up, surprised. "Excuse me?"

I smiled. "Guess where it is."

He put down his spoon of apple pie and stared at me.

"Where is your tattoo, baby girl?"

I laughed again, looking down at my chocolate cake. Then looking back up I got lost in those beautiful blues.

"On my ass."

He arched an eyebrow. "Did it hurt?"

"Yeah, but you quickly get used to it."

"What is it of?"

I laughed again. This laugh was naughty and he knew it. He put down his spoon and leaned back as if suddenly needing extra room.

"Would you like to see it?"

He said nothing, just sat there staring it me. I couldn't read his expression. I had no idea what he was thinking. 

"Here?"

"Yes."

He looked around, then looked back at me. "Okay."

I turned my back toward him and climbed onto the curvy seat of the chair. My short skirt lifted instantly revealing my round brown cheeks. 

He read the tattoo on my ass aloud.

"Daddy's little... girl?"

"Always."

It actually said Daddy's little bitch. But the bitch had a line through it as if crossing it out and the word 'girl' was place on top of it. It was more like something one expected to see on a t-shirt, not someone's ass.

He reached out and traced the lettering one by one, then slowly his hand, slide to the crack of my ass and began to stroke there too. My nipples tightened and I slide back down onto my seat.

"Your future husband will sure love that."

"Too bad. He can kiss it, when he kisses my ass."

He laughed. "Why?"

I sighed. "I wish I could give you some deep emotional reason as to why and what it meant to me, how it is a symbol of some sort, but the truth of the matter is me and Nikki got fucked up drunk one night and I woke up the next morning with a sore ass and an unexpected surprise."

" I love it."

"Good."

"Are you wet?"

Silence.

"Yes."

"Your nipples are hard."

"Yes."

"So is my dick."

"I know."

"I'm not sure... I don't know..." he sighed, "We may not go passed this point."

I looked at him and frown. Why was this so hard?

"You haven't decided if you want to fuck me yet, is that it?"

"Oh no. I know I want to fuck you. I just haven't decided if I should. There is you... and Laura... and family."

"They are irrelevant."

"No they are not."

"Yes they are. Our relationship is our relationship and if we handle this right they don't have to be affected."

"Do you really believe that?" I could tell by the tone of his voice, he didn't.

"Yes. Daddy, don't worry about it. We'll make sure no one knows. It'll be real easy. I promise. I won't force you. The choice will have to be yours and when you finally make it all you have to do is say yes and I'll be there. Hopefully that will be tonight."

Looking about, I calmly moved closer to him and took his dinner napkin and spread it across his lap. I reached my hand under the table and found his zipper, and for the third time that night I pulled it down. I found him and circled his tip in the palm of my hand. Leaning close, I lightly kissed his ear. My tongue flicked out, softly licking around the shelf with moist heat. 

"Daddy."

I stroked the tip of his cock in my hand, rotating my palm around him, just the tip, using the milk that came forth as lubricant.

"Daddy... hmmmm."

He didn't move. He sat there, tense and let me play with his cock under the small napkin. Stroking around his head, around and around, focusing on that mushroom tip, building the sensation just there.

"Do you want me daddy? Do you want my hand on your cock?" 

I moved my face against the side of his neck, barely touching him with my face, if anything he felt my heat glide against him.

"Do you want my mouth on this cock, daddy? Like before? Want me to finish this time? Here? Now?"

I slide my hand down his shaft, up and down, stroking him, milking him as I lightly kissed the side of his face. The juice he supplied wasn't enough. Releasing him I reached under my skirt, gathering moisture. He moaned in protest.

"Shhhhh," I said. Reaching up, I turned his face toward me and kissed him. Right there in the open, in the middle of the restaurant. Me and my daddy. Our tongues embraced, we were lovers at the peak of our passion. Releasing him, I moved my wet fingers across his cheek to rest on his lips. He inhaled deeply taking in my scent. I rubbed the remaining pussy juice on his lips, making him wear it like Chap Stick. Then, sticking out my tongue, I licked the salty substance off his lips. His tongue lashed out and met mine. I smiled as I reached back down between my legs. Scooping up a steady stream of cunt juice, I reached back under the napkin and gripped his cock again. This time the traveled path was much easier. 

"Say yes, daddy."

Up and down my hand glided, up with a twist and down with a swirl. His breathing was deep and controlled as he tried not to draw too much attention. 

"Tell me yes. And I'll give you want you want, what you need." 

Up and down my hand moved, as if possessed. The napkin began to shift and it wasn't long before that little eye made itself known, winking at me with each stroke. He felt the cool air on him and looked down and watched as my brown hand moved against his white flesh. The visual all but sent him over the top.

"All you have to do is say yes."

"Yes..." He whispered. It was small but it was enough. "Yes," he said once again, stronger this time and when I felt his hips lift upward, I lowered my head and opened my mouth, just in time to catch the white flow that erupted from his body, straight into my mouth. I quickly swallowed that mouthful so I could be ready for the next expulsion. Dipping further down, I wrapped his tip with my lips and took in the rest of his cum as it flowed from his body into mine.

His tense body relaxed and he leaned back into his chair. Rising up, I wiped the corners of my mouth with the back of my hand. I glanced around, but no one seemed to notice my slight detour in meals. Reaching for my glass of wine I pretended not to notice him, tucking himself and his shirt back into his pants.

"I can't take this anymore, sweetie. If I don't get you into a bed soon so I can fuck you I'm going to lose my fucking mind."

I giggled. Daddy was so funny sometimes, but at least that argument was finally settled.

**** 

We stepped on the elevator and pressed number 32. It was one of the top floors. It was more affordable than the lower apartments. The view wasn't so great so it wasn't considered very valuable. People didn't like the idea of being so high up if the elevators went out, which didn't happen often, but it did happen.

We moved to the back as three men and a woman stood before us, pressing various floors below mine. Daddy moved closer to me. His lips touched my ear.

"I want you."

I smiled and continued looking ahead at the blond woman in front of me. His hands lifted to my hemline and paused, just before touching my skin.

"Did you hear me?"

Turning my head, our lips were millimeters apart. All I could see was his mouth.

"Yes. I heard you."

Blue eyes met brown.

"Let me...?"

I looked quickly at the people in front of us. The elevator slowed and a gentleman got off. Three left. Whispering softer I replied.

"Okay."

He touched me. Butterfly caresses as his hands moved up thighs, right into my puss. I bit my lip to stop the moan. It was loud. I opened my eyes in fear. But no one noticed. It was a pretty big elevator.

"Daddy."

He growled deep and low. " Love how you call my name. I want you little girl."

He found my clit. It was hard. He played with it between sticky fingers, he captured it between his forefinger and thumb and proceeded to stroke it, squeeze it. I panted little pants.

The elevator doors opened. Another gentlemen left. Two more. Daddy moved closer to me, his thigh slid between mine, his thigh moved up between my legs and found my wet pussy. He pushed up, hard, removing his fingers and using the fabric of his pants to stimulate me. With him rocking back and forth on my moist cunt, I nearly screamed, but I sucked in air instead, holding my breath. His fingers wrapped around my hip. Finding my ass, he grabbed a check and squeezed. Then his other hand found my other cheek and together they nearly lifted me off my feet. 

"Daddy!" grasped. 13th floor. The lady left. One to go. 

His cock was iron. It found the side of my hip, moving against me, humping me, dry fucking me, yet there was so much wetness. He laid his head against my shoulder, still grinding against my leg, moaning softly. I shifted, just a little, toward him. He centered. He was now between my legs. The iron was now between my legs. His dick was now between my legs. Up against my pussy. My thighs bent slightly around his legs as he almost lifted me up against the wall. I held onto the golden rails for support, then I grasped again. 

"Oh daddy."

"I want you."

"Prove it."

"How?"

The gentleman over daddy's shoulder tensed, and slowly turned his head to the side, toward us. He stopped, staring directly to the left side of the elevator. He saw us-from the corner of his eye, he saw us, but he didn't turn around.

Watching the man, I leaned forward and kissed my daddy, never taking my eyes off this stranger. I whispered again.

"Eat me."

The elevator opened. 18th floor. The man stood still. Not moving, but daddy kept moving, humping me, fucking my pussy, through his pants. My breath caught and held as I watched the stranger's head turn more toward us, but not quite at us. 

"I believe this is your floor."

I jumped in shock, as did the man before me. It was daddy who spoke. Turning his head forward, the man hastily left the elevator. Daddy gripped my head and kissed me. It was the most intense kiss yet. It was almost as if he were trying to stake clam on my lips, my body, my soul. All the emotion, all the love, all the lust was in that kiss. I couldn't deny him, even if I dearly wanted to, which of course I did not. 

"We keep attracting attention."

He laughed, "Gee. I wonder why?"

He gripped my shoulders and turned me around, until I faced the wall of elevator. He raised my skirt pass my ass. 

"Hold it up."

I gripped the front and bunched it up in my hands around my waist. I felt him step away from me, but his hands held on to my hips.

"Hold the rail and don't let go."

Gripped it, I lost the skirt. He growled in discontent as I became covered again. I held on to the rail with my right hand and gathered the skirt up with my left.

"Good girl."

He pulled my hips toward him and I walked backwards, bending over as I moved. He just stared.

"Hey! Wake up! On your knees, now!" I ordered impatiently. We didn't have time.

He laughed and proceeded to obey. We took turns, alternating in being shy and then demanding. It was a game of some sorts and it was fun. Most importantly, we were playing it together, but definitely by ear.

He dropped down and I felt him open up my ass cheeks. Then a hot wet tongue found the little brown puckered hole. I groaned.

"Daddy, that's not my pussy."

"Mmmmm," he said but kept on licking. My body shivered at the unexpected sensations as he licked my hole and the skin of my ass cheeks around it. Then dipping lower, his tongue found my leaking hole. I arched my back to give him greater access. I looked over my shoulder and called out the red glowing numbers.

"22"

He hardened his tongue and thrust it into my pussy hole, as far as he was able and once inside began wiggling it around, licking from the inside out. It felt so fucking good.

"25"

Licking more, he found that clit again and pulled it in, sucking it, making wet sucking sounds as he moaned against the sensitive flesh, telling me how much he loved it, loved eating my slutty, little girl pussy. 'Oh yeah, daddy that's it. Eat me. Suck me. I like it like that.' I thought.

"28"

He let it go and I felt the little organ tremor from the release. Pleasure was everywhere. My head tingled with it. He licked his way back around my hole when...

Slap!

His hand connected with my ass, making it jiggle as he continued to hum and moan against my flesh. 

"Ahhhhh" I cried, so he did it again.

Smack!

Licking... eating...

"30"

Sucking...

"Oh baby girl. I gotta fuck you."

And back down, kissing my pussy hole like it were a mouth, sucking and tonguing my achy little lips.

The elevator dinged its arrival. I looked back, alarmed, but no one was there. Thank god. Strangers were one thing, my neighbors were something different.

"Daddy? We're here."

He moaned in agreement but showed no intention of moving as he licked a path back to my ass. I felt the tears run from my eyes. I was doing everything in my power not to give in. We had to get to the apartment. I got desperate.

"Daddy, the sooner we get inside, the sooner you can fuck me."

That did it. He was on his feet in an instant and pulled me around and through the doors before I knew what was happening. 

"Wait. How's my lipstick. Is it smeared?"

He looked at me like I was crazy.

"No, some was eaten off, but most of it is still there. But if you want it to be..."

He turned me in his arms and tried to kiss me as he walked me backwards to the apartment, I turned my head and laughed a flirtatious laugh. What lipstick that must have transferred onto him when he kissed me in the elevator, got eaten off as he ate my ass and pussy. Thank god. I reached in my bag, while in his embrace, and pulled out the house keys.

"Daddy, wait."

"I can't. All fucking night, you've been driving me crazy, bring me to the edge and back again."

"I'm sorry.

"Don't be. I love it. I love you. Come here."

We almost made it to my door, with his hands wrapped around me, and his face buried in my neck, kissing and biting me with each step. We made it. Now he had me pressed against the wall, next to my door. I laughed again as he lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist and began grinding against me. Who would have thought he had so much energy. My hand holding the key flung out and knocked three quick times against the apartment door.

I loved his scent. It was all around me. I loved the feel of his broad chest against my breasts. I loved the feeling of him covering me, protecting me, as he moved on top of me, seeking to get in me. He was so masculine, so strong, and so sexy. His grinding was too much, his dry fucking. I was on the edge. I felt it coming. If he kept this up I'll be nutting in the hallway, and he'll probably cum with me, and ruin his pants. Dark pants could only hide so much.

"Daddy. Please. You have to stop. Control yourself."

He pulled back. Looking in my eyes, searching, he asked. "Why?"

"Because... we can't fuck in my hallway. We have to get inside, please. I have neighbors."

He visibly relaxed. "You're right, baby girl. I'm sorry. I guess I should have behaved better on the elevator."

"It's okay. I didn't know them and they didn't know what we were doing, except for that last guy."

"Yeah, sure they didn't. But still, I should have known better, looks like my little exhibitionist is rubbing off on me."

"I'm not an exhibitionist." I protested, but he didn't bother to respond.

He put me back down on the floor and stepped away from me, but even though we were no longer touching, his eyes were killing me. My pussy was contracted tightly. I was in pain. I needed him. My pussy wanted him inside, needed something so it could cum on to. I took a deep breath. His pants were still tented, but there was nothing I could do about that. Turning, I unlocked the door and lead him into a dark apartment. Closing and locking it behind me I felt an arm slid across my waist from the side getting ready to pull me close in a loving embrace when suddenly...

SURPRISEEEEEEE!

The lights flashed on and instantly the apartment was filled with over 20 people with Laura in the lead, laughing and cheering.

"What the fuck?!" yelled a stunned daddy and everyone broke out in laughter. Daddy quickly stepped behind me; no doubt hiding his hard on which, I'm sure, was rapidly deflating at this very moment. I turned to him with mischievous eyes.

"Surprise.

"Why you little--"

*****

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Based on a True Fantasy Ch. 03



~I would like to thank Youbadboy for starting this story with me. I never had more fun writing a story before. It was a joy. Unfortunately he was unable to help me finish it. I just hope I can live up to what we started as a team. Enjoy.~ FK. 

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I laughed in delight at the expression on his face. He wanted to kill me. Laura came up beside us and I gently stepped to the side as she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned forward for a kiss. Everyone laughed and cheered at the display. Then Laura stepped closer to him and pressed her body against his, savoring the feel of him. His arms loosely hung around her and I felt myself feeling, not for the first time, a twinge of jealousy toward her. 

My father met Laura at the house party of client two years ago. A week later they went on their first date and have been together since. She was exactly ten years older than me and ten years younger than my father. Yet somehow she couldn't seem to find middle ground with me as much as I she did with my father. 

She pulled away and whispered in his ear. The others were too far away to hear, but I wasn't.

"Oh big boy. Where did that come from? Don't worry I'll take care of him tonight. I got some special birthday pussy he might find interesting." Then she kissed his cheek and turned to the crowd.

I stood there in shock. Somehow I never imagined the word 'pussy' coming out of that woman's mouth, let alone to my father. It made me wonder, just what happened when the two of them were alone. What other words flowed from her lips? What words flowed from his? I had no doubt in my mind that I was going to eventually find out.

She pulled him further into the apartment and well wishers surrounded him. Once the shock wore off, he seemed genuinely happy and greeted his friends, some he hadn't seen in years, with warmth and joy. 

From that point on, my role for the night changed. I was no longer a seducer of fathers -- I was a hostess. Laura kept everything moving and the crowd entertained. She made sure everyone's attention was on Daddy. I made sure everyone was comfortable and went around the room handing out plates of treats and getting drinks. We decided not to make it a dinner setting, considering Daddy and I already ate, and I didn't have a dining room table big enough to hold everyone, but everyone seemed happy with the arrangement.

It didn't take long for time to fly by, before I knew it, it was midnight and time to cut the cake. I had set everything up in the 'dinning' area and everyone gathered around with their glasses of wine and champagne, as Daddy stood in front of the German chocolate cake, his favorite. Somewhere in the background I heard a doorbell, but I didn't pay it too much attention. Someone probably went to their car and came back. 

"Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday dear..." 

Everyone sang on point but out of tune and my Daddy stood there with a look of deep embarrassment as he listened. I wore a smile from ear to ear because I knew exactly what he was thinking -- please don't let them sing 'How old are you now?'

But they didn't. They spared him the grief and soon he was cutting the cake and handing out slices. I laughed and clapped and started jumping up and down in place. I do that sometimes when I'm excited and need to expel some energy. Just as I settled down he whispered in my ear.

"Hey baby sis, I see you are having a party. Can I have some cake too?"

Just then a tongue slide across my ear lobe and I found myself shuddering slightly at the sensation. My breath stopped and my body froze in shock. Turning my head, I looked into the eyes of my older brother, Mark. What the fuck was he doing here?

I quickly looked around but saw my dad was still preoccupied with handing out slices of cake. Taking Mark's hand, I lead him to the kitchen.

"What the hell are you doing here?!"

He looked good. He was wearing a navy Armani blazer over a cream silk shirt that looked like it cost about the equivalent of one month's rent. He smiled was as charming as ever. His dark brown eyes twinkled at my discomfort. Mark and I looked quite similar; despite the fact we had different fathers. My father was white, his was black, but he shared the same caramel colored tones as I. He lived and worked in Washington and was the product of my mother's first marriage. He and I were pretty close growing up, even though we lived in different households-me with mom and dad, he with his father and his various girl friends. After the divorce of my parents, I saw a lot more of him. And at 18, going through one of the hardest transitions of my life, an older, wiser brother seemed like a godsend. We became close he and I. Very, very close. He became my confidant, my best friend, and eventually more.

"What's the matter, Sis? Not happy to see me?"

He reached out an arm and cupped the back of my neck. His fingertips lightly stroked my tense muscles into relaxing. Against my better judgment I found myself giving in. He saw this and moved closer until our bodies were almost touching. I felt his heat reach out to me. It touched me like fingers. It stoked me, caressed me. My nipples tightened and for the second time that night I found myself intensely aroused by that which is forbidden. 

I took a deep breath and opened eyes that I had no memory of closing. He filled my senses. 

"Why are you here?" I asked again.

"Business. I thought I'd surprise you. I thought perhaps I could spend some time in you while I'm here -- reconnect."

I arched my brow and looked at him in disbelief. "After all this time, you want to spend time with me?"

He smiled. "Actually, I said 'in you' but yeah, we can do that too." 

I couldn't help it. I laughed. I missed him. I haven't seen and talked to him in months. Not since he gained control of his family business. His father died and he inherited the title of CEO of his family's multimillion-dollar business. A family that had no place for my mother when she was his father's wife.

"I'm kinda busy here."

"Yeah. I noticed that. Old boy's birthday, huh? How old is he now? 80? 82?"

"Stop it." I said, irritated. I pushed his hand away from me. Mark's animosity toward my father came in handy when I was an angry teenager, but as my dad and I became closer, I began feeling uncomfortable with the tension between the two men. The dislike was mutual. I suspect it had to do with jealousy over my mom. 

"He's my father and I love him and you will respect him in my house."

He stared at me with a look of pure stubbornness.

"You used to hate him too."

"I never hated him. I was just hurt, but things have changed. I've always loved him, and he and I are getting closer again. I need you to be on your best behavior... please?"

He sighed and reached for a glass of wine sitting on a serving tray. "Yeah I guess I can do that."

"Why didn't you call?"

"I wanted to surprise you. Perhaps stay with you?"

I leaned back at that. Stay with me? Not sure if that was a good idea. Not with the way things were progressing with Daddy and me. I finally was leading him to my way of thinking and Mark would defiantly interfere with things. I also had to consider the way Mark and I left things. We never really talked about the relationship he and I developed all those years ago and we never officially put an end to things and with the way my body was responding to his presence, I wasn't quite sure if I could end it completely. I still remembered. My body still remembered. Oh and that thing he used to do with his tongue... right on my--

"I missed you," he said.

He was closer now. I took a deep breath as I realized my emotions must have showed on my face. I took a step back and he took one forward. He moved to the side of me, forcing me against the countertop - trapping me between it and him. His hands found my hips and he lifted me onto it. I wanted to protest. I swear to god I did. His name was at the very tip of my tongue, but his scent. His scent surrounded me and the feelings buried deep down inside came back. Oh god how I remembered. 

He spread my thighs. His hands traveled up my legs, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. I sat there, watching, losing all conscious thought as I watched the pulse beat at the base of his neck, exposed between the V the silk shirt. There was a gleam to his skin. He was wet. A thin layer of sweat coated his body. I wanted to lick it, that spot, and taste the flavor of him.

His hands rose higher, bunching my skirt along the way as he slipped his body between my legs. I felt the pressure of him and I opened wider to make room. My heartbeat thundered in my head. It was the only sound to be heard. The kitchen was silent. His hands rested at the apex of the V of my thighs. My pounding pussy danced to the beat of my heart. He stopped. I could feel his thumbs rest motionless on my pussy. I found myself groaning in despair. Unconsciously my hips bucked across the countertop. I felt his thumb slip down across my clit and I inhaled sharply at the contact. I moved again, bucking my hips one more time, this time on purpose and when his thumb met my clit again, he pushed back and apply the slightest hint of pressure. The waves of pleasure soared through me. 

My pussy began to leak and cry sweet wetness as it contracted involuntary. I was close. I was so close to cumming. I moved my hips again, but this time he didn't push back, this time his hands moved away from me, further up my tights, away from my achy hole. I moaned in protest. Then he lifted my legs higher on the counter until the heel of my shoes hooked on the counter edge. He stepped away from me and looked down at my soaking wet pussy, watching as I poured out my lust for him. 

He flared his nose at the slight musky scent that traveled up through the air -- my scent, my arousal, my body begging to be fucked. 

And that is how he found us.

My father walked through the kitchen doors and halted suddenly. We both turned and froze as we saw him standing there. I don't know who was more shocked at the moment. Him or us. I would probably guess him considering I was sitting on the kitchen counter, surrounded by food and drinks from the party while pooling pussy juice on the table. My thighs were widely spread as my brother held me open for his appraisal. Yes, I would think my father was more in shock than we were. 

My heart began to pound, but this time for a different reason. I think the emotion that held me captive was fear. I pulled my thighs together and pushed Mark away from me. 

"Daddy." I cried out as I jumped down from the countertop. "I can explain..." but I got no further. The look in his beautiful blue eyes stole my breath. Pain. So much pain. He took that moment and left the room. I went to follow him but Mark gripped my arm, stopping me. 

"Maybe you need to give him time."

I looked at him like he was stupid and pulled away roughly. He let me, but then he too had a look that halted the words that were about to escape my mouth. I sighed. How did I get in this mess? I looked at the door that my father just went through and looked back at Mark. I turned back toward him and reached up, gripping the back of his head in the palm of my hand. I pulled him lower and kissed him. I kissed him with the intensity that was stored up in my soul. I kissed him with all the desire and lust he inspired in me. I kissed him with the despair that was mounting in my heart, second by second. 

When we separated, we were both panting and he held me close. His hard body called out to mine and I wanted nothing more then to spread my legs and welcome him in. But I couldn't, not then. 

"I love you." I whispered to him as we leaned in close to one another, our foreheads pressed together. "But I have to explain. You know that. I'm not rejecting you. I just need your patience and understanding."

He squeezed me then, hugging me to his body. His cock was so strong. I remembered the feel of him inside me, filling me, making me cum. Gathering what strength I had I left him then and entered the living room where people continued to eat, drink and socialize. I didn't see my father anywhere. I began searching the apartment. Providing he didn't leave, he could only be in the bathroom or the bedroom. The bathroom was empty. I finally found him standing by the window, looking out into the night. His shoulders were slumped and his hands were buried in his pockets. I closed the door behind me.

"Daddy?"

I saw his body stiffen, but he didn't turn around. Taking a deep breath I intertwined my fingers, trying to stop them from shaking. I really had no idea what to say or how to explain. 

"What you just saw-" 

He stopped me. "Was not what I think?"

He turned then and looked at me. His face was closed. There was nothing there. 

Shit. 

All that I gained was taken away from me in a matter of moments. I opened my mouth again, but nothing came out. Nothing.

"Are you fucking him?" his voice was calm, like he was asking me what the weather was going to be tomorrow.

"No. I haven't seen him in over a year. You know that."

He nodded. "Were you ever fucking him?"

I looked away then, embarrassed. I never noticed what lovely shade of brown my carpet was. Then sighing, I looked back up.

"Not exactly..." I said weakly.

"Not exactly?" His voice raised a bit, but only a bit.

"We never got that far."

He said nothing and we just stared at one another. He was still angry. I could tell.

"Do you want to fuck him?"

I walked up to him then and wrapped my arms around his neck. He didn't embraced me back, but he didn't turn away either. He stood there stiffly and let me lean my soft curves into his as I reached up with my mouth and kissed the side of his lips in stinging moist kisses. Then gripping his head, I tinted it down until his blue eyes stared deeply in my brown ones. I said the only thing I knew he needed to hear. Basically, I continued to lie.

"No, I don't want to fuck him. The only man I want Daddy is you." 

He relaxed then and hugged me back. There was a knock at the door. We both turn and saw Laura enter the room. 

"Is everything okay?" she asked.

"Yeah. We are just having a father-daughter moment." replied dad. Laura smiled and opened the door wider.

"Well come on. Everyone is waiting for you to open the presents." 

I looked up and kissed Daddy on the cheek. I whispered in his ear. "How much you wanna bet MY birthday pussy is wayyyyyyy better than hers."

He made a slight choking sound as he tried to swallow the laughter that nearly escaped. The smile in his eyes was all I needed. Together we left the bedroom, arm and arm. Everyone was waiting in the living room, surrounding the table that once held the cake. Only now it was stack to the edge with presents. Dad took center stage and I stayed to his immediate right. Laura was at his left. Dad reached for the first package when I felt Mark slide beside me, sandwiching my body between his and my father. His arm wrapped itself around my waist and he pulled me close to the front of his body. I took a steady breath. I looked up, but it wasn't Mark's face that held my attention it was Daddy's. He was staring at Mark with a look that was kinda scary. 

Looking over my shoulder, I saw Mark. He too had eyes only for my father. The tension was so thick you could smell it. My heartbeat increased a notch. I recognized those looks, though a good time has passed since the last time I seen them from both men. 

The players changed slightly but the situation remained the same. There they stood, toe-to-toe, ready to rip out each other's throat, both vying for the attention of the woman they both loved, only this time that woman wasn't my mother -- she was me. 

Daddy.

"Yes, Gloria?"

"Just reminding you to not forget you have a 3 O'clock appointment with Mr. Washington to discuss the contract."

"Thank you, Gloria." I said to my secretary who buzzed me via intercom. I was just finishing the final touches for that very meeting. It looked good. Sighing, I turned my chair around and faced the window behind my desk. The view of the city skyline was one of my favorites.

A small smile tugged my lips as I recalled the last few days. They were entertaining ones to say the least. There was the birthday party and of course there were the events with Brie. The smile got brighter. God she was a sexy little thing, my little girl. My sexy, bad, dangerous little girl. When I think of how close we came. When I think of how she purposely led me on only to leave me stuck with the most massive hard on I've ever had, I just want to kill her. She drives me absolutely crazy. She always has, even as a teenager and little girl, only now the frustration is a different kind. Despite how it went down I wasn't mad at her. How can I be? It was kind of funny, looking back. Cruel, but funny. Next time I get the opportunity I must return the favor.

I chuckled. The party was fun too. Well it was until her brother came. I sighed. Mark and I never did get along. I tried. He was a bright boy and I actually genuinely liked him, when he wasn't going out of his way to be an asshole. He was jealous of the relationship I had with his mother. I think he always harbored fantasies of his parents reconciling and obviously I got in the way of that dream. However, despite any misgivings he took to the idea of having a baby sister immediately. He always did love, Brie. I frowned when thought about the scene in the kitchen. Maybe he loved her a little too much. 

I know she told me they never "went that far," but hell I didn't like the idea that they went anywhere that a normal brother or sister shouldn't go, even though I know I shouldn't point fingers. I have a pretty good idea when their "special relationship" might have developed and it makes me angry. If I found out he used our situation to take advantage of her I will have no hesitations in beating the shit of him.

There was a knock at his door. He turned. "Enter."

Gloria stuck her head in. "I'm going to lunch."

"What are you having?"

"Janet and I are trying out the new Thai restaurant that opened on Memorial."

"Oh. Here is fifty bucks. Lunch is one me if you bring me back something."

"You got yourself a deal!" she came in and took the money and left. I went back to staring out the window. Lost in thought about how I was going to handle this Brie-Laura situation, I barely heard the knock at the door again. I called out. 

"If you are going to ask what I like, it doesn't matter. I trust your judgment."

"Well, that's good to know."

I turned in surprise. There stood my daughter.

She closed my office door. She was wearing what had to be the most uncomplicated dress ever known to man. It was red. It was short. It had a single zipper from neck to bottom. All one had to do was pull...

Which was exactly what she was doing. I watched entranced, as bit by bit, soft golden Carmel skin began to reveal itself. Soft, ripe, slopes and curve. No Bra. As she unzipped she walked toward me. By the time her had made it to her navel, my hands found her waist. It was prefect.

I reached up and softly caressed the piece of flesh right above her belly button. Leaning in, I licked her. I heard a sharp intake of breath as my tongue found the grove of her button and loved it gently, with hot, soft, wetness. 

"God you know how to make me wet." She said. Then she leaned back onto the desk and I rose as she fell. My tongue traveled up the smooth surface of her belly, licking her breasts. She arched her back and her neck, letting me kiss my way to her chin, where I paused. My hands tightened around her waist as I felt her rock back more. Her thighs lifted around me, enclosed my hips, and drew me closer to her body.

My cock was pushing steady against my pants. It knew she was there. Waiting. 




Based on a True Fantasy Ch. 03



Waiting.

I felt her hands curve around my hips and her open palms found the curve of my ass. She squeezed and pulled me closer as she tilted her head up and wrapped her moist mouth around my lips. My heart stopped as my eyes drifted close and I felt my daughters tongue invaded my mouth. She kissed me. A woman, bold and strong in her passion. 

I could do nothing but hold on as she sucked and nibbled on various parts of my mouth. I enjoyed the feeling of her taking control as she began undoing my tie and unbuttoning my shirt so her hands could slide against my chest. She began to rock her hips against my hard cock, masturbating us both with each motion. Until finally, I couldn't take it any more and my hands swept up and I buried them in her hair. The force of my tongue in her mouth had her shaking beneath me as I dominated her mouth over and over. Claiming it. Making it mine. Stealing all the innocence of our relationship and turning it into something lustful and torrid as I forcibly showed her how it will be when I fuck her. 

One hand continued to hold her head to me as I ate at her. She couldn't move if she wanted to. She gave and now I was taking and her power, her control, her willingness to give herself to me no longer mattered. She was mine, she has always been mine and one form or another, and I was keeping her. 

The other hand traveled to hook under her thigh and spread her open. Her lock on my hips broke and I raised her leg, bringing it to my chest, forcing her knee to hook on my shoulder and her calf to rest on my back. I reached between us. She wore no panties. I cupped my fingers and slide them across the wetness of her pussy. She was slick and smooth. She coated my fingers. I moaned in excitement as I sucked her tongue. My little girl was wet for me. My little girl wanted me to fuck her. She wanted me bad.

"You want Daddy's cock?"

A whisper.

"Yes."

A sigh.

"Good, cause I sure want your pussy." 

The sound she made was animalistic as my fingers slowly stretched her wider and wider. I scoped down and my teeth latched on to a nipple and I pulled her deep inside. She began to rock again, thrusting those hips to help my fingers move deeper.

"Oh god" she belted out. Her voice was deep and sexy. I couldn't help it. I unzipped my pants and worked my cock free. My pants fell down as I released her nipple. I lead the tip of my cock to her pussy opening. She grasped as she felt me. She looked down and together we watched as I pushed my head slowly inside, until it seemed to wedge inside her. I let go and began to rock. It was subtle rock, barely noticeable but most definitely felt. 

It was hot. The office was quiet except for the harsh breathing that escaped us both. Together we watched as I rocked and fucked her with just the head of my cock at her entrance, right on her g-spot.

"Oh fuck." She moaned again. She stopped watching. It was as if she couldn't. She suddenly leaned forward and before I knew it I felt a sharp pain radiated from my neck. Surprised, I turned sharply way from her in what could only be described as a roar. The little minx bit me. My hands reached up and gripped her by her hair. I am ashamed to admit there was not any gentleness in me as I jerked her head back. She followed the movement and fell back on the desk, falling against it as she rocked her hips hard. I slid in deeper and just as quickly pulled back out until it was just my tip again.

"Nooooooooo." She complained. Her hands finding my ass again as she tried to force me back inside, but I held out. I refused to move.

"Fuck me." She begged. 

"Let go," I ordered.

"Fuck me." She cried again. Her hands gripping me harder, her hips bucked wildly. Again I responded, "Let me go."

Reluctantly she obeyed. Once free I started my short fuck again. God she felt sooooooo good. My dick was begging me to immerse itself into her sweet heat. Instead I continued to rock, concentrating on that one spot, hitting it again and again and again, making the sensation build in that one spot until it spread all over. Her moaning got louder as it did just that. I smiled. Sweat clung to my body. This suit wasn't made for such activity. My temperature rose faster than normal. 

"Come on baby. Cum." I ordered as rocked back harder and faster. I rocked as I heard her moans turn into grunts.

"Daddieeeeeeeee" she squeaked and I knew. I knew she was closer, she was cumming.

"That's it baby. That's it. Give it to Daddy. Come on... come on...." I plunged upward, burying myself into her hot puss, harder and harder until finally her body did a deep jerk upward.

One.

Two.

Three. 

Her contractions gripped me hard but I still pulled out only to plunge sharply into her pussy again. She screamed. She gripped me so hard I thought she might break my cock in two. I felt her pussy pulsed around me in a way I never felt from any other woman. That is no other woman but her mother. 

Moaning I pulled her upright and slipped out of her body. She cried out and nearly fell, but I caught her body with mine. I could feel her tremors. She was still within the grips of her orgasm as I twisted her around and pushed her up against the glass window that overlooked the city. We were too high up for anyone to see exactly what was going on, but if for whatever reason a person decided to look up, it still was possible for them to make out the outline of a woman, whose dress was spread wide, whose breasts and hard achy nipples were pushed hard against the cool transparent surface. A woman who at that moment rested her cheek against the surface, panting for her next breath as she arched her back and pushing her ass back and into the hands of the man that was lifting her off the floor and dipping his hips in such an angle to allow him complete penetration.

She screamed as I shoved my cock deep within her again. The rhythm I picked up was fast and deep. Her soft grunting added to my arousal as I felt the cum tickle in my balls. The scent of us surrounded me and flooded my senses. Suddenly I understood her urge and I too found myself leaning forward and sampling the soft skin of her neck. My teeth sinking into her flesh as I pushed and pounded her body against the wall of the glass over and over and over. Her grunts surrounded us. I felt her body tense and heard her cry out again as she gave into the demand of my pounding cock and came for the second time. I tried. I tried to fight the rush spreading through out me. I didn't want it to end. Not yet. God not yet, it was too good, but before I knew it my body surged up and my muscles became ridge in a climatic lock down. I could do nothing to control the hot gushing flow of cum as it I felt it shot from within me and spread out to coat the walls of my little girl's sweet, tight, convulsing pussy. 

"Uhhhhhhh." I moaned as I lost my grip on her and together we fell back. Lucky for us both, my chair was directly behind me and it caught us as we crashed against it, pushing into the desk, which ultimately halted further movement. I couldn't breathe fast enough. Couldn't think. Couldn't move. My cock began to shrink but remained lodged within her body. Slowly as I gained control, I heard a soft sound escaped her lips. I lifted my hand and turned her face toward me. There were tears. I reached up and wiped them away. Her face was hot and flushed and the tears felt cool against her skin.

"You okay?" I asked. My voice was weak. It didn't sound like me at all. She smiled and opened her eyes. She looked so sexy. So beautiful.

"Yes." She said in a very sultry voice. My cock twitched and she chuckled at the feeling. I propelled my hips and I felt the wetness of her pussy squeezed out down the sides of my cock. I eased back and slowly began to pull out. Just then I heard a familiar voice.

"Yes. Yes, Michelle. I know. Well I can't right now I only have a few minutes and I'm at his job. Since I was in the area I wanted to see him."

"OH. MY. GOD," whispered Brie. Laura, obviously speaking on her cell phone was right outside my door and was about to enter any moment.

"Okay darling. I'll call you, immediately afterward," said Laura. Reaching up, I zipped her dress and rose from the chair, inadvertently pushing her against the desk, which I drove under.

Shocked, she harshly whispered, "What are you doing?!"

"Get rid of her. I can't greet her like this or get dress fast enough."

"But-"

She was cut off as there was a knock at the door.

"Darling, are you here?"

I had carefully arranged myself under the desk and began buttoning my shirt. I couldn't fix my pants on my knees.

"Shit!" said Brie.

"Hurry up! Get in the chair." I ordered.

She managed to land hard into my office chair just as the office door began to open... 

Brie

I managed to grab the phone on my father's desk as I scooted closer to the desk, effectively trapping Daddy underneath and completely out of view if she chose to walk over to my side.

The door opened and Laura stepped inside.

"Yeah. Twaina, I will. Okay. Thanks." I smiled at Laura as I pretended to talk to one of my best friends. "Okay. Bye, talk to you later." As calmly as I could I hung up the phone. Laura had already walked to the desk and placed her purse and planner on it. She took a seat in the guest chair as I hung up.

"Brie! What a surprise! Where is your father?"

"Daddy? Uh..." began to panic and began looking around, trying to think of an excuse when my eyes landed on his computer. A word document was open with the title, 'Notes for Washington Meeting' in bold.

"Meeting! He's in a meeting. I thought I'd wait for him."

"Meeting?" she looked at her watched with a frown. "Do you know when he'll be back?"

Just then I felt Daddy's hands slide up my legs. Slowly and gently he began to spread my thighs. My pussy clenched and juice dripped onto the sit.

"Um. No, not really.... Can I... uh.... help you?"

Strong bold hands stroked and spread me wide and a hot wet tongue drifted across my left thigh. I had to bite my lip to keep from gasping when that tongue found its way up my lips and tickled my clit.

"Are you okay?" ask Laura.

"Yea." I gripped the arms of his chair as I felt the vibration of a groan as his mouth engulfed the top part of my pussy. He sucked my wet pussy in his mouth and clit like he was dying of thirst and he couldn't squeeze enough of my juice out of my achy flesh. I nearly died. It was so fast and unexpected. What the fuck was he doing?

"You know. I think the party went down fabulously. I want to thank you so much for what you did. I don't think I could have pulled it off without you. And your father. Did you see the look on his face! He was so shocked. He looked like he was in pain for a minute." She laughed joyously. "It was perfect."

He continued to spread me wide. I reached down and wrapped my hands around his hair and pulled. To an observer it would seem as if my hands were just neatly folded in my lap. He released my clit and kissed his way back down my thighs, biting my flesh along the way.

I couldn't see but I felt his hands cup my pussy and spread my lips wide. I could just imagine him staring at me, looking at the wet stickiness of his little girl's puss. I could imagine as well as feel his juices and mine slide from my body in a sloppy mess, forever staining his chair. His thumb found the bud of my clit and he began playing with it. Round and round, his thumb stoked me, softy driving me insane. 

"Brie?"

I took a deep breath and tried to focus on the woman in front of me. My pussy would clench in anticipation of his next assault.

As lightly as I could I began humping my hips, fucking his finger as he fucked my pussy. It wasn't fast growth of sensation but it was constant and considering I just came not too long ago my sensitivity level was high.

"I feel that when we first met you weren't very happy with the fact that I was dating your father. But after how well we worked together to form his party I now feel that we became closer and that is why I want to let you know..."

Two fingers replaced his thumb. He had twisted his hand and was massaging the upper walls of my cunt. He was trying to find my G-spot again, which wasn't hard because it was still pulsing. He knew instantly when he found it. I cried out.

"Uhhh uhhhh."

"What?"

Breathe.

"I said 'huh uh.'"

"Oh." She looked disappointed that I had nothing more to say to her declaration. She turned her head away as if embarrassed. She looked at the framed documents on the walls and walked over to them. I don't know why. It isn't like she hasn't seen them before but she does it every time. I think she likes to remind herself how successful he is and how big of a catch he isssssssssssssssssssssssssss. Oh god!

My hands tightened on the arm rest and my eyes nearly rolled back in my head as one of the most powerful orgasms that I've ever had ripped through my body and no matter what, there was no way I could control the violent trembles that worked their way through my system. It really was a good thing that Laura wasn't paying any attention.

Then it just got worse. 

Instead of stopping, he forced my thighs further apart as his head dipped low again and his lips captured my clit. My lil bud was instantly surrounded by heat as he swirled magic around, sucking me as his fingers fucked me. In and out. One hand pushed forward as his mouth made sweet sucking sounds as he pulled my puss deeper in his mouth. 

His teeth slightly glazed me, sending sharp tiny sensations that made me so fucking wet. His upper mouth played with the fat part of my puss as his lower lip continued to rub my clit and his fingers stroked up inside me. Higher and higher I rose. Tighter and tougher my pussy muscles clutched, building upon each sensation, one on top of the other. Until I came again! Gushes of cum streamed from my body and he lovingly, drank it all up. My world was shattering.

Laura turned from the frames on the walls and returned to the guest chair opposite me. I slumped over my desk, but did my very best not to make it LOOK like a slump.

Breathe.

"As you know I am very fond of your father. I think he and I blend so well as a couple and as friends and considering that you are his daughter and the one person on this earth he loves more than life, I figured it was only appropriate that I ask your permission first."

The words that Laura had been ranting about finally began to sink passed my drugged senses and enter my consciousness. 

What?

She leaned over the desk and smiled at me. As if sensing the importance of the moment, Daddy was utterly still under the desk. His face was pressed against my inner thigh using it as a head rest.

"I'm going to ask your father to marry me and I would like your permission to do so."

BANG!

Daddy's head shot up under the desk and hit against it. Laura looked down in surprise and quickly looked at me in question.

I barely managed to say in a very deaden voice tone, "Ow. My knee."

Puzzlement crossed over Laura's face then a bit of sadness. "You do approve don't you?"

Laura wasn't a horrible woman, she wasn't a bitch, in fact in any other circumstance I would have probably have liked her very much. But as the woman that stood between me and me getting what I want, I'm afraid she really didn't stand a snowball chance in hell in ever getting in my good graces. I realized for the first time that I might understand exactly how Mark felt in regards to my father. Yet, knowing this, I can honestly say that the words that came out of my mouth were as much as a surprise to me as it was to her. 

"What makes you think... that my father... would ever... truly consider marrying a woman such as yourself?"

Laura pulled back in shocked silence. 

"What? Just because he takes you to a few office parties and drags you around town like some piece of overused arm candy you suddenly think that that might mean you are more to him then just a convenient fuck?"

Daddy's hand at the moment gripped my ankle in warning. If the pressure was any indication, he was pissed at my words.

"If my father decided to get married again, I assure you it would be to a woman far more deserving and more suited as his equal. He does not need you to propose to him. If he wanted to marry you, he would have asked you. He doesn't need you to ask him. So take a hint and read the clues. It isn't going to happen!"

The silence in the room was deafening. I looked in Laura's eyes and for a moment I felt intense shame. She looked like she might break down and cry. But even though I felt ashamed, I didn't care. Besides, the pain appeared to be short-lived.

Laura cleared her throat and sat up in the chair. She looked me in the eye and said, "It is really a shame you feel that way, because I hate to tell you this Brie, but your father and I are in love. I love him and he loves me, and I know this because he told me so."

My heart jumped in my chest and I was filled with a feeling of unease.

"He and I work quite well together. And for your information I make the perfect piece of 'arm candy' as you call me and more then capable of being his equal as he has taken it upon himself to make me a partner for more than two years. I'm intelligent enough to complement him well with his business associates and his friends. 

And if that isn't enough the sex is off the fucking chain! I can honestly say your father is the best fuck I've ever had and I know for a fact I've rocked his world in ways than he never thought possible before!"

Okay, I hate the bitch now! I stared daggers at her as she rose from her chair and tucked her purse under her arm.

"I would have thought by now you were mature enough to deal with the fact that your father is a man with needs and unselfish enough to want his happiness, even if that meant happiness beyond you. 

I'm going to ask your father to marry me and I have very little doubt that he'll say and no. And trust me, if there are any doubts in his head, I have full confidence that I can make him forget allllll about them." 

I just sat there, boiling over her words. Not knowing what to say. The sexual implication in her tone was killing me.

"So take a hint and read the clues. As much as you are Daddy's little girl. I am Daddy's woman. I can satisfy him in ways you can't! Deal with it! I'm in his life and I'm here to stay. So why don't we forget the beginning part of this conversation because I would really hate to start our new relationship off as me as your step-mother on a bad foot. I'm going to go now."

She walked to the door and just as she opened it she turned back at me and said, "Tell your father I stopped by." And then she left.

The tears slowly began to roll down my face. Hands rested on the arm rest of the chair and pushed it back. As the space opened between me and the desk, Daddy reappeared before me. We stared at each other. He stood and began straightening his clothes and fastening his pants. He looked angry, but at whom I couldn't tell. 

I would like to think at Laura for talking to his little girl that way, but somehow I doubted it. Knowing him, he probably thinks my direct rudeness caused me to deserve it. I didn't want to fight with him.

"I'm sorry."

He leaned against the desk and crossed his arms. He had a look on his face I haven't seen since I was 16. 

Oh fuck.

"I shouldn't have talked to her like that." I said apologetically. 

"What the hell were you thinking? What the hell is wrong with you? How could you talk to Laura like that? Do you have no respect? She deserves your respect. She has showed you nothing less in the course of our relationship and the most you have given her is cold indifference. Is it so hard to give her only what she has given you? You had no right to speak to her in regards to my feelings and what I want or don't want out of our relationship! She is my girlfriend--" 




Based on a True Fantasy Ch. 03



I broke him off. 

"You're girlfriend! Excuse me Daddy but you weren't thinking too much of your GIRLFRIEND over the last couple of days as we engaged in numerous sexual activities all over town! Or did you forget making out on my couch? Did you forget having me on my knees sucking on your cock in a dirty movie theater? 

You weren't thinking of your GIRLFRIEND when you nearly fucked me in my elevator, when you DID fuck me this office and against that window! And sure as hell not when you were eating my fucking pussy with her not three feet away from you, begging... begging!.. to be caught! How the hell is that for fucking respect! 

And then the bitch comes in here, taking about marriage and how she gets the have you fuck the shit out of her whenever the fuck she wants and there isn't shit I can do about it and you have the fucking nerve to ask me what the fuck is WRONG with ME after all that has happened? Fuck you Daddy! What the fuck is wrong with you!"

I was pissed! It was bad enough Laura put me in my place; it felt good doing the same to someone else. I turned away from him and headed for the door. I nearly made it when I felt his hands catch me around the waist. I began to fight. 

"Get off of me! Get the fuck off of me!" I ordered. I could barely see with the tears. He hugged me as he pulled me way from the door.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Baby girl, please don't cry. You are right. I'm sorry."

I stopped struggling. I just gave in and let the tears fall. It wasn't fucking fair!

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken this out on you. God. Brie." He turned me around and put me up on the desk. 

"I don't know what the fuck I'm doing either, I'm just as lost as you and in my confusion and frustration and guilt, I took it out on you because you are the only one here. But the truth is I'm mad at myself for fucking this up as bad as it has gotten."

"What?" I asked surprised. "You regret me?"

"NO! No! God No! You... you are just the best thing that has ever happened to me and what has happened between us recently... oh god little girl..." he groaned and worked himself between my thighs as he pressed our bodies together. He was hard again. 

"Daddy?" I whispered, "Do you love her."

He sighed. He looked at me. I could tell he didn't know what to say. I decided to make it easy.

"The truth, whatever it is, I rather you just tell me the truth."

Silence.

"Yes."

I took a deep breath, "Yes?"

"Yes. She really is a wonderful woman, Brie, and I was with her for some time before... This."

I looked over his shoulder.

"Yes. I know. I think I always knew your answer. But... do you want her more than you want me... I mean, I know she said you two had really great... sex, but..."

"Little girl. Stop. Look at me."

The tension was thick. I couldn't breathe but I obeyed. 

Blue eyes met brown.

"Yes?"

"I don't know where we are going. Where this is headed, but I got to tell you, no woman in the world that I've ever been with, past or present, has ever made me as hard and sexually crazy as the mere THOUGHT of you! I don't know where we are going or who will be in our lives in the future but I got a strong feeling that no matter what... I will never ever, not want you,"

"Really?"

"Are you kidding me? After the movie, the elevator, and in this office? God you'll never know how good you taste. Little girl, how can you honestly doubt that?"

I looked deep into his eyes-- those beautiful blues. My Daddy. 

"Come here."

We just stood there and glazed into each others eyes with goofy smiles.

"What are you thinking?"

He pulled me closer, burying his face in my neck.

"I love you. More then I thought was humanly possible. And now this new element to our relationship has expanded that love to a level that can't be rationalized, justified, or excused in any way. 

God, and when I look you. When think of you. The way you affect me, not just emotionally, but physically. The scent of you is better than any drug. I can sniff you for hours."

Just then he his tongue traveled along the planes of my neck and he omitted a low growl that caused me to giggle as his hand slip over my breast.

"I desire you like no other woman. I want to love you forever and back, until there is no room for anyone else..."

My eyes flooded with tears again. I didn't know what to say. It was the words, but it was more. It was the way he said the words. The emotion and passion was unlike anything I've ever witnessed. I raised my hand to bury it in his hair. 

"Daddy..." I began.

"Oh... My... God!"

Just then we sprung apart like two guilty children caught in the act of doing some very, very wrong, which, of course, we were.

We turned together in fear and shock to the door. There in the lighted archway was Laura. She was shaking with fury.

Oh shit.

"I had forgotten my planner on your desk."

"Laura," Daddy began as he turned away from me and toward her.

"Stay away from me you freak!" she shouted. We flinched at the volume. If she continued like that the whole office would know.

"Laura!" Daddy demanded as he rushed toward the door. Laura tried to back out, tried to escape, but Daddy was too fast for her. He caught her by the arms and pulled her closer. She started to fight, kicking out at him with her feet. I just stood there, wide eyed and stunned at what I was seeing. He pulled her in the room and shut the door. Laura began to shout.

"Let me go, you disgusting freak! You, child molester. You should be punished, go to jail. Go to hell. Go the fuck where ever; just leave me the hell alone!"

By this time he managed to turn her and enfold her in his embrace. Her back hugged his front and still she fought. She must have looked a lot like I did a few minutes ago. My heart was pounding in my chest. I had no idea what to do or how to help. 

"Laura, it's not what you think!"

"What I think? I think you are sick bastard that's fucking his daughter! That's what I think." Then suddenly she slammed her heel down and the point of her stiletto heel jammed into my father's foot. Caught off guard and in pain, he let her go. Once released, she turned and ran toward the door. 

Oh shit.

Finally my fear released me and I ran after her, but Daddy regain control faster and beat me out the door running down the hall after her.

"Laura! It's not what you think! Those words were for you. I ... I was practicing! Laura! Wait!" 

But it was too late; she made it out the corridor and into the open space of the office. Everyone within distance heard my father yell after her and they all turned to watch a tearful, distraught Laura running in the clearing with my father and me fanatically chasing after her. 

"It was practice. It was practice!"

The floor was at a stand still. No one knew what to make of this spectacle, but it was clear something very important was about to occur, was about to be revealed.

She turned toward him then. Her movements were harsh and angry. She looked liked a force of nature, prepared to destroy anything in her path and she was about to do just that, unless Daddy somehow found a way to stop her. 

"What the fuck are you talking about?!"

Father halted suddenly as if he realized that the woman, who not too long away was his lover, was now a very dangerous creature, indeed.

"Those words." He paused and swallowed, extending his hand out to her in penance. "They were for you. I was practicing. Brie was helping me get them right so I wouldn't.... fuck it up."

"Fuck what up?!"

'Yeah, fuck what up?' I thought.

Then he did something I never would have predicted. He got down on his knees. 

He reached out his hand and found hers.

"Laura, my beloved..."

Oh god.

"Will you..."

No!

...marry...

Pleaseeeeeeee.

... me?"

"What?!" exclaimed Laura.

"What?" I whispered. 

Just then the office came to life as people started to respond to what they were witnessing.

Daddy and Laura were in the center of it, frozen, locked into each other. Laura was unsure as to what to believe. Should she believe what her eyes and ears and heart was telling her was true of what she witness in that room, or should she believe what Daddy was desperate for her to believe; thus succeeding in not revealing the true nature of his lust.

Oh shit.

My heart was dying in my chest. 

Married. 

Then she moved. She looked up at me. I did every thing in my power not to show my real feelings. Instead I smiled softly as if I was in acceptance but all I wanted to do was screammmmmm! 

She hesitated and then gently smiled back. She looked at my father and fell to her knees before him, into his embrace. "Yes," She said. "Yes!" she shouted. And then they kissed a long intense, passionate kiss. The office busted out in applause. I stepped back and fell against the wall, seeking its support. I couldn't look at them. I lifted my eyes and saw my reflection in the painting directly across to from me. I saw the pain that I couldn't hide shine brightly in my eyes. I had to get out of there. 

The rest was some sort of a blur. All I knew was somehow I managed to head to the elevators. I heard my father calling my name urgently. Desperate. Almost as desperately as he called Laura's, but I didn't stop. I couldn't. The tears had already busted free. I nearly knocked over the man exiting the elevator as I rush inside. I turned and hit the bottom floor button. I looked up just as the door began to close, just in time to see him, watching me go. He just stood there. Watching.

The door closed and I saw myself again. I looked worse this time. My makeup was melting down my face. I manage to make it to my car before I finally broke down. 

"God? When did my life become a fucking soap opera?" 

To be continued... (One more chapter to go. I hope I'm doing well so far. Thank you all for your patience.)



Based on a True Fantasy



"I'm close to you honey. Yes. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"That's what I'm talking about. It's why I wrote the email. And dad, THINK about what you wrote back."

"I shouldn't have."

"You DID. And, I wasn't surprised. Dad, it was inevitable. In fact, I think we can start being a little more intimate with each other. This is… we are, different. For us it would be appropriate and nurturing. It's something I NEED Dad, from you."

My head was swimming. I could barely see. She was holding my hand, stroking my fingers. "Intimate, what? Intimate how? I'm always there for you, I'm...."

She slowly leaned in, looking into my eyes. I did not move a muscle. She leaned in and I could smell her lipstick, felt her lips pressing to mine, wet. I sat there passively and felt her open her mouth. I felt her tongue slip between my lips and touch my teeth, tracing the edge. I let her, and then reaching with my tongue, I just touched the tip of hers and held it there, quivering a moment. It was a brief kiss. The smell of her was exotic. I had never in my life felt so fevered and yet calm. My whole body relaxed, and my senses were overwhelmed. The colors in the restaurant changed.

She leaned back in her chair, smiling. "I think kissing would be all right."

I could not speak.

"Dad we could go out, take me out to dinner, to a movie. We could cuddle in the theaters. Hold hands, go on nice walks." 

"We do that now," I croaked.

"And," She tilted her head down and looking up at me said very low, her little girl voice, "I want to see you, see you...naked. Without your clothes," She touched my jacket. "Your chest." She touched my shirt, "I bet you're still... sexy."

I began to push back my chair. "Now we. I can't...Kissing is one thing. Maybe. Movies. Holding hands.... we do that. The movies. I like movies."

She held my arm, tugged on me, led me back into my chair. "Not sexual. I'm not talking about sex."

"Well, what have we been talking about?"

"Intimacy." I watched the shape of her mouth, the movement of her lips as she said that word. I kept staring at her mouth. I hadn't touched my food. I tried to find my water.

"You got some time. Dad...lets go to my apartment. It's one block. We could go right now, come on. We could take off our clothes. See each other."

How did I get here, where was I?

"Brie. We can't, we just can't." 

She took my hand again and was rubbing my hands, holding me palm up and pressing each finger. "I just want to see. Just for a little minute. Nothing. Dad, do you want to see me? I'll let you. It's been...quite...awhile." She looked down at herself, "You must be curious."

I was staring at her breasts. Her skirt was folded up over the top of her thighs.

She looked down into my lap and I could see her notice my erection, which was tenting my pants, there was a large dark circle staining the fabric. I was dripping.

She smiled. "I think you are. Seriously, Dad, nothing else. Nothing. Just this. Come on." Her eyes were melting me. I felt my resistance ebb away. To simply be with her, to be naked with other, it WAS a form of honesty.

I pulled the jacket around me, covered myself. She took my hand and we rose from our chairs and began to walk to the cashier. I was walking slowly, she pulling me along. I whispered into her ear, "Honey, I will feel sexual toward you. I admit it. I have felt sexual toward you. I am attracted to you... I masturbated last night reading what you wrote."

I stopped and she kept tugging. "Come on. It won't go further. Not now. I won't let it. I just want to see you, let you see me."

I said, "This is our secret then."

"Ok.

She held the door. "Come on Dad."

*****

BRIE

I was so excited. Daddy was coming home with me, but it was clear that he was still hesitant about how things were progressing, not that I blame him. I'd have to be gentle, for both our sakes. 'No pushing, Brie' I told myself.

We entered my apartment. I closed the door behind him. He stood in the middle of the living room looking like a lost puppy. Taking his hand, I lead him to the sofa.

"Come on. You've made it this far."

I sat him down on the couch and I carefully sat down on his lap. His arms wrapped around me. I laid my head on his shoulder.

He was so tense. We didn't say anything for a long while. We just sat there, in each other's arms, like we used to when I was a kid. I could feel his body up against mine and felt warmth spread throughout my body and throughout my heart. I think he felt it too because he slowly began to relax. It was like it used to be.

I inhaled his scent, that wonderful mixture of Irish Spring soap and him. I loved his scent. It was the kind of scent they could bottle and sell at an outrageous price and it'll be a bestseller, he was just that good. 

His hand was resting on my upper thigh, right by my hemline; he was stroking my skin with the sides of his thumb, slow and sensual. My body was covered in goose bumps. I don't think he even noticed. I spoke first.

"Remember that day? When you were mowing the lawn?"

A moment passed before he answered, "No baby, can't say that I have… I'm sorry."

"It's ok. I understand. It was like any other day for you. I remember. I think that was when things began to change for us. "

I lifted my head and looked into his eyes. They were so soft, so full of love and lust …and pain. Leaning forward, I rested my forehead on his and continued to glaze into his eyes. I could feel his breath on my lips, hot and moist. His hand moved higher, my skirt began to bunch.

"You left me. You went with her and left me. "

I sighed. I knew what he meant. "Daddy, I had to leave. You were killing me with all the arguments and all the fights. I was growing up Daddy and you refused to see that."

"Brie—"

"Shhhhhh," I said, placing my forefinger on his lips, sealing his words. Reaching down, I took hold of the hand on my thigh and slowly moved it higher. 

"Remember, you said a little bit of touching would be all right? So that is what we are going to do. We will simply…touch."

His breathing increased rapidly. His eyes were focus and intense as he watched me move our hands, up my honey brown skin. He once told me that I was the prefect blend of my mother and him, rolled into one.

"But I never stopped loving you." He was like a deer caught in the headlights, mesmerized.

"I started dressing for you. My skirts got a little shorter..."

My skirt rose higher. And just as his hand was about to.... I rose from the sofa, "Let me, Daddy." And I rose from where we were sitting. I wanted him to SEE me. 

First, I unbuttoned my top and let it fall open. He could see I had nothing on underneath and holding my arms back, I let it just slide off of me, exposing my breasts to the hot air, as well as to his heated eyes. He just sat there, eyes open wide, as I held my hand to the zipper at the side of my skirt and let it slide down, the skirt loosening and dropping to the floor.

He watched as just my satin red panties, a thong, came into view. His hands were trembling and then I slid back onto his lap. His hand reached around me as I snuggled into him again. I could feel his cock pushing up against me. His thumb rested on the curve of my pussy, letting his fingers disappear between my legs working their way into my panties. 

"My puss… a little harder… mmmm feel nice." I lay my hand on his and pushed him higher between my legs, letting my pussy open around his fingers. He could feel how wet I was.

I left go his hand. It stayed were it was. I reached down and undid the fly of his pants, undid his belt. "Your turn," I cooed.

His fingers got bolder as I undressed him, applying more pressure. 

Oh!!! My God! 

He found my clit, began moving around my swollen flesh. With each stroke, my pussy juice began to cream out into his hand.

"My tops got a bit more transparent. Did you notice??" I moved to the side and began tugging his pants and underwear down his legs. He was letting me. I could see his cock spring into view.

His fingers somehow moved -- followed me no matter what I was doing. He had his fingers up inside me now and I was grinding down on his hand. It was slipping and sliding against my heated skin, dancing across my clit as we watch our bodies, just staring at each other.

I traced my hand up his thigh and closed my fingers around his cock.

"I thought you met some boy you were sneaking around with."

"No…rather I was trying to catch some boy's attention -- you. But instead of noticing, you kept trying to keep me a little girl."

"I was afraid."

"Of what, Daddy?"

Gripping my panties he began go pull them down a little, tugging, letting me know what he wanted. I lifted my hips to help as he slid the thongs down my thighs, stopping before they reached my knees. The thin strings bit into my flesh as I spread myself as far as they would allow me. And he saw it, my pussy. He looked like he was about to kiss it as he reached and cupped my whole pussy in the palm of his hand, massaging, in slow circles. My clit was in direct contact with his skin.

"Of you growing up and not needing me anymore; of someone taking my place. 

You keep it so trimmed. So..." He crocked out.

I shivered uncontrollably as I took a deep breath. This caused his eyes to leave my pussy and move up my body. His eyes stopped at my tummy, he released my pussy. Reaching back down, he helped me completely remove my panties, tossing them aside.

We sat like that, letting our hands wander over skin. Soon, all he was wearing was his shirt, and I had on nothing at all. I looked into his eyes just then and held myself to him, "I do need you, Daddy. I've always needed you. Can't you feel how much? Isn't my pussy telling you how much?"

"No one can replace you, Daddy. No one. I've wanted your touch for so long, ever since I knew what you and mommy did with the door closed."

He paused again and we both watched as my nipples tightened even more, rising to fine points. 

"Oh, Brie. You're so beautiful." 

"Touch me daddy. Touch me, please."

Leaning over he buried his face in my neck, deeply inhaling my scent. My breasts were quivering and aching at the same time. I felt his cock between my legs. I wanted to feel him enter me, but I kept thinking 'careful.' 

"One time you were careless and didn't close the door all the way. I could see you both, on the bed making love, a time before things got bad. It made me want you even more."

There I lay, on my Daddy's lap, with my pussy bare. My clothes were toss carelessly on the floor. I could feel the moisture between my legs traveled from my pussy down the crack that separated my pussy from my ass. I felt it fall and sink into the hole of my ass. 

He was soooooo hard; I could feel that too, the strong bar, finding comfort in my softness. I reached back and slid my hand under my ass, touching him. I lightly began to stroke and he moaned, oh God I wanted to feel him in me.

"Daddy," I whispered as he kissed the sensitive area of my neck. 

He growled. "You watched us? You naughty girl. You know what happens to naughty girls, don't you?" 

"Daddy?" 

"Naughty girls get spanked when they're bad…"

His fingers dipped back down to my pussy. He slipped two fingers, slowly working his digits, in my cunt.

"Daddy, I'm too old for spankings."

"Not this kind, you are aren't."

Then suddenly he pulled out of my body and his hand came down with a resounding slap -- right on my aching pussy lips.

My body jerked with surprise. The sensation caused from that sharp slap, exploded through my body, causing me to abruptly arch forward. I lost my breath as my head slid back onto the arm of the couch.

Slap! My clit got bigger, extending forward, passed my pussy lips, as it got harder, more aroused.

Again his hand came down on me, harder this time, sending more pleasure/pain through my system. I cried out. I called my Daddy's name.

Again and again and again, he spanked me, each contact more intense than the last. My pussy was so wet. I could feel the juice splash forward, landing on the lower parts of my thighs. So much juice. 

"Bad little girl," Daddy moaned and he spanked my pussy some more. I didn't know he was watching me at the same time. All I could do was feel. My eyes were tightly closed so I could block out all sensation other than my daddy's touch. 

My breathing was out of control. Harder and harder he spanked me, blow by blow. Never in rapid sensation, but slow, well timed slaps that sent me closer in one instant, then slowly bringing me back down, only to be taken higher than before with another slap. 

My pussy, it was so tight, so swollen. I fucking loved it. Juice was everywhere, pouring out of me. There was no stopping it. He turned me on so badly. I wanted him so much I though I would die without him. My heart couldn't take it; my body hated me for the torture. I needed him in me so much.

But then finally reaching my limited, I couldn't wait for him. I cried out, "Daddy. I can't take it. I'm about to cum." 

Just then he shoved his fingers inside my pussy hard, fast and deep. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "Is this what you wanted, hmmmm? Daddy's hands on your pussy? Daddy making you wet? Daddy making you cum, hmmmm?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"What?"

"Yes, Daddy," I said louder.

His head dropped to my closest titty and he swallowed a nipple whole. He bit into the hard flesh, sharply and I screamed at the intensity of all the sensations, because while he was biting, four fingers were also rammed up inside me, all at once and I lost it. I lost my breath. I lost my control. I lost my senses. I just laid there, cumming all over my daddy's hands. Leaking on his fingers as he pushed and pushed and pushed. Driving me to heaven and hell and back again, upon wave after wave after wave.

My daddy.

"What size was it?"

"What?"

"The roller, what size?"

I was confused, I couldn't think. Why was he asking me to think?

"The roller you improvised with when you thought of me. What size?"

Ohhhhh. That roller. "Medium-large, about the size of this…"

I squeezed his cock, which flexed beneath me.

I opened my eyes as he pulled his hands from my cunt. He reached back up with his cum soaked hand and pressed his fingers hard across my lips, forcibly rubbing my juices across them. Then he moved his hand down to my neck, and onto my nipples, making me all shiny. 

Then it happened again -- the worse sound in existence. 

A phone rang. 

Only it wasn't mine, it was Daddy's. He retrieved it from his pants pocket and answered. My nose flared as the smell of sex surround us. It was Gloria, his secretary from the office. She was looking for him. After a few brief instructions he ended the called and looked down at me in surprise, like he almost forgot I was there. His eyes devoured the sight of me, wide open on this lap, there for the taking. Then I saw it, in his eyes -- the change. The realization of what he had done.

"Daddy?"

Concern was strong within me. 

"I got to go." He politely moved me off his lap to the couch. Quickly standing, he scrambled frantically to lift up his pants and get himself in order. I watched him with raised eyebrows as he proceeded to explain the importance of the project he was working on and how it could affect the future of the company and its profits.

He talked about how sorry he was that he had to leave so soon and that I shouldn't take his departure as negative reflection on me or our relationship, in anyway. 

He was actually very proper and polite about it. A testament to his nervousness. 

Leaning forward, he moved to kiss me on the forehead, but then seeing me there, on the couch, yet again, moist and naked, he thought better of it. With a hasty goodbye he left my apartment.

Overall, I think things went pretty well.

*****

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