9 comments/ 54273 views/ 18 favorites Dad's The Man Ch. 02 By: Ameaner Sept. 30/08 I started painting Barb's Salon today. Actually, I started in the bathroom because she said she wanted to see if I knew what I was doing before she let me do the main area. I had to clean it first, the toilet and everything, but once I got that part done, the rest wasn't so bad. It being a small room, I was done by the end of the day, despite having to make everyone's coffee and sweep people's hair off the floor out front on a regular basis. I'm not complaining. It's just that I get this funny vibe from Barb and the three other stylists, especially Norah, the one I'd seen when I first walked in the door yesterday, the one who still seems somehow familiar. I kind of get the feeling that they don't like me. Maybe I'm just being down on myself and paranoid, but they look at me funny. It must be because of Sheila, but if they didn't like me, why would Barb have hired me? This evening, Daddy said I did the chicken up even better than usual. He calls me the Chicken Queen. His thing is potatoes, so I call him the Potato King, but I also make fun of him because potatoes are so easy, nobody can screw them up, whereas chicken requires the touch of magnificence. Also, knowing how to avoid poisoning us with salmonella is a must. Oct. 01/08 I was doing the office today, again cleaning it first, again running coffee and pushing hair with the broom. Got it done, though. I'm pretty tired, but I earned eighty dollars and, by tomorrow, I'll have one hundred twenty for going out with Gina. And it's under the table, so there's no tax coming out of that. Also, Norah spoke to me today. I was handing her a cup of coffee while she streaked a customer's hair, taking a break from whatever they were talking about to address me. "I knew your mother." "Oh?" I asked politely, not knowing what to expect. "I used to run with her back in the day. Quite a gal, she was." "How do you mean?" I asked. "Oh, she was quite the party girl. Didn't John tell you?" I didn't want to divulge anything of me and Daddy's conversations about Sheila to her, but she and her customer were both looking at me now and I was getting pretty intimidated, so I just shrugged, not meeting their eyes. "How is he, anyway? He still look good like he used to?" " ... Yeah,..." I said, thinking of him in the pictures and telling the truth for whatever reason. " ... Yeah, me and your dad are old friends, too. We all used to hang out back in the day." I nodded, doubting this very much. "How's Peg?" she asked with a slow smirk. "Fine," I answered. "She hasn't been around in a good while. Should tell her to drop by the next time you see her." "I should,... I got stuff to-" "Yeah, better go do some, ah, crack filling." she interrupted, her smirk a little more pronounced. That's the second time somebody made a comment about me crack filling. What's with that? Oct. 03/08 What a day! Oh, my god! Wait till you hear, but first things first. Cleaned and painted the stockroom today, the usual distractions present. I've decided to slow down. I definitely don't like the way people are treating me there and I'm not concerning myself with saving Barb Sutton any money. Stretching out the job for my long term benefit is now an allowable offense to the work ethic that Daddy taught me about, and I know that sounds bad, but I don't like them. I've also decided to keep my ears open when I'm there. It's not really like I'm invading other people's privacy, because I think they're talking about me a lot of the time, anyway. Again, this could just be my paranoia, but I guess I'll find out soon enough. I can be sneaky when I want. But, that's not the big news. Now that I've got work out of the way, let me tell you how my night out with Gina went. First of all, (we met at the corner Tim's again) I told her I got a job and what I was doing. She was quite happy for me and said we'd have a special celebration, even though the job would probably only be temporary. "Are they nice to work with?" she asked as we sat with our coffee. " ... Well, not really. I don't think they like me." "What? Why wouldn't they like you?" "I look a lot like Sheila, my mother, and I guess she used to hang around that part of town. They recognized her in me and, once they found out my name, they told me that they knew her. She used to be a hair stylist there." "So, they didn't like her?" "I don't know, I can't really tell, yet. They made a few comments about me crack filling. Kind of little jokes of some kind, but I don't get them." " ... Kathleen," she said, frowning, "I don't know shit about DIY, but I know a catty old cow when I hear one and I get that joke. They're insinuating that you're a whore." "What?" "They're just a bunch of old bitches, you should tell them to go fuck themselves." "Oh my god, I knew it. It's because of Sheila. She had a reputation,... you know the kind of,... Well, you know. So, they think that because Sheila was, I am, too?" "You should tell them all to go fuck themselves." she repeated adamantly. " ... Yeah, but I don't think I could ever,... I don't think I'm that kind of person. Besides, I need the money and it's a chance to find out more about Sheila. I'm going to stretch the job out and make the most of it." "But they're treating you like shit! You shouldn't let them! You need to stand up for yourself!" "I know, but it's no big deal. I can take it and it's worth it." "I see your point, but I just,... I don't want to talk about it anymore, we're supposed to be having fun tonight, right?" "Right." She actually did seem put out on my behalf. A minute later, I screwed up the nerve to ask a question. "Umm,... hey, Gina?" "Yes?" "Well, I hope this question doesn't offend you, but are you part Japanese?" "No, that doesn't offend me. My father's mother was Chinese." "Oh," I answered. "Well,... you're very beautiful." Her expression seemed to glow, for want of a better description, and she answered, "I'm glad you think so." We went to the mall again, downed a micky and did some shopping before another movie at the theater, and here's where the night starts to get interesting. There were these two guys sitting in front of us, laughing and talking, making just enough noise that we couldn't hear very well. I looked around to see if anybody else was bothered by this and saw several people in our immediate vicinity looking at the two men. I no sooner looked back and to my left at Gina, when she kicked the back of one of the men's chairs. He looked back with an expression of irritation, revealing himself to be a little older than her. She leaned forward and, in a low tone, said, "Sorry." Soon after, they started up again and, before long, she kicked the back of his chair again, harder this time. So he turned, more irritated and glared at her. Her reaction was the same as before. Again, they started up. This time, Gina actually slouched in the seat a little, cocked both of her black leather, thigh-high boots back as far as she could get them before kicking out with what looked like all of her might into the top of the seat ahead of her. He was holding a supersized, jumbo popcorn while taking a drink from a cup that wasn't much smaller, both of which flew out of his grip and completely doused him, me watching the spinning containers as if it were happening in slo-mo, not believing Gina had done this. He yelped angrily and shot out of his seat as Gina put her feet back down on the floor and sat back up. I laughed out loud before I could stop myself, it was so funny, but when he turned around, I stopped. Oh, he was mad. "What the fuck!?" "Sorry," Gina repeated casually, taking a mouthful of popcorn from the container in her lap before adding, "Could you please sit down? You're blocking my view." "You fuckin' did that on purpose!" "If you don't calm down, security will kick you out, you know," She told him, still with that totally casual tone, leaning closer to me and trying to see around him. "I don't give a fuck! You're gonna pay for my drink and popcorn, you little bitch! And my fuckin' clothes! I want your fuckin'-!" "Sir!" someone hailed as a flashlight beam settled on his face. He stopped yelling at Gina for a second to squint into the light coming from over my right shoulder, putting up his hand in a 'stop' gesture against it and yelling, "This fuckin' crazy bitch owes me money! Look what she-" "Sir! This is Security, please quiet down, or we'll have to remove you from the premises." "See? I told you to calm down," Gina said. "Shut the fuck up!" "Okay, that's it, sir! Come on, you're leaving now!" After a lot of protest from him, two security guys ushered the angry man away while I could almost feel Gina's smirk in the darkness beside me. I couldn't believe it. The other guy stayed, having been cursed down by his friend for this decision, but was silent for the rest of the movie. She even got us an escort to our car by the two security guys, both of them glad to do it and actually checking us out! Yes, me too! Now I'm glad I wore that little skirt I got last Friday. "I can't believe you did that, you are so cool, Gina!" She started the car and smiled at me, shrugging her shoulders and saying, "Hey, we paid for our tickets, why should we have our movie spoiled by those two chimps?" "I guess, but holy shit! ... Where are we going now?" She chuckled and answered, "We're going to my place, I have a surprise for you. Maybe a few surprises." "I love surprises." Her apartment is really nice. Everything is so modern and cool, yet still comfy cozy. She began modeling the few things she bought, including a nightie that she saved for last. I goggled. Gina really is a beauty. With slimmer hips and smaller bust than me, she presents the perfect, trim lines of an athlete and model combined, her height and slightly dark complexion only adding to the look of health and perfection, and there's no question of where her confidence comes from, let me tell you. The shiny red, shockingly high hemmed, cleavage exposing little nightie looked super on her. "Wow, Gina." "You like?" she asked, looking away from the mirror and to her bed where I sat with the glass of white wine she'd given me. "Yes." "What part of it do you like?" "Well,... the bottom of it. It's so short, it stops just before,..." "Lures the eye, doesn't it?" "It sure does. I should get one like it." "Go try your stuff on." "Nah, I'll wait till I get home." "Are you kidding? I wanna see." "But, all I really got this time was underwear and a shirt." "So, what? I'm modeling this, aren't I?" "Yeah, but nobody's ever seen me like that and it would be,... pretty hard. For me." "Please? Just for me?" she asked with that smile I couldn't refuse. Hell, she's so nice to me, how could I refuse? "(sigh) Okay, Gina." "Yaaay!" "But, only because I like you." "Yaay, meeeee!" I couldn't help giggling nervously, a little uncontrollably as I grabbed my shopping bag and headed for her adjoining bathroom, eyes down on the carpet and feeling myself flush. I came back out a bit later wearing a white, short sleeved pullover with what I'd call a U-neck that showed moderate cleavage. Underneath that was a bra, part of a matching set I got, pink with little black polka dots and thin shoulder straps that came down almost under my arms. I felt like I was going to fall out of it and it was turning me on. So were the low cut, white bikini panties that exposed the lower half of my bum. In my hair was a wide, plastic, pink hair band I'd got on impulse, along with a pair of white stockings that I also wore. "Whoa!" Gina said when she saw me. Her sudden and sincere admiration came with a grin I'd never seen her use before then as she looked me up and down, slowly moving closer as I felt myself turning to a shade that would match my bra. "Kathleen!" she exclaimed, actually laughing a little nervously now. "And to think, this is the tomboy I found standing in front of the sex shop! Oh my god, you're hot!" "Gi-naaa!" I wailed, giggling nervously as I moved my hands in front of my panties. "Oh, it's just me." she reassured, straightening my top. "This is a great fit, too. Look at your nice titties in it." "Oh, my god!" I suddenly fretted, thinking of something. "You don't have a roommate, or a boyfriend, or husband that'll show up and see me-?" "No, no, nothing like that," she laughed again, though still looking oddly nervous. "Just relax." " ... I'm trying." "I know you are. I'll try not to embarrass you anymore, okay?" "Oh, you're okay. I'm just,... you know. Weird." "No, you're shy." " ... Gina, can I ask you a personal question?" "Sure, I've asked you all kinds. Come on over, hot stuff." She went over to the bed and climbed on, the back of her nightie hiking up to show a matching thong underneath before she sat, waiting. "Come on." I went and climbed up, slowly settling on my thigh, knees bent, ankles behind my bum. She passed me my glass of wine and asked what I wanted to know. "Well, if you don't mind,... I've been wondering where you work because,... well, you have style and,... you know." "Ah. No, it's no prob, Kathleen. I work at Jaybirds." "Huh? What's that?" "I'm an exotic dancer." My wine glass stopped on its way to my lips and I very rudely stared at her in complete astonishment. "Uh oh." " ... No! ... No, no!" I managed. I-I just didn't,... expect,... Oh my god, really? Oh, shit, I'm sorry, I don't mean to-!" "Calm down, it's okay. I probably should have prepared you for that, but it's okay. It was actually a pretty positive response, considering." "I've just never known anybody who,... Jeez, that must be such a turn on, but how do you do it?" She laughed a little, obviously seeing that I really didn't think any less of her, and replied, "It's not that bad. Maybe at first, but you get used to it." "It pays pretty good, huh?" "Yes. I work the day shift and it's not as good as nights, especially on the weekend, but it's still plenty good enough. Plus, I do private parties." "Like, at people's houses?" "No, at Hotels, or at least a decent motel. Bachelor parties and stuff." "Oh my god. That is so,... Wow! I just can't imagine! But, do men touch you?" "Nope, never. They can only look. Some of the girls go further, if they're offered enough money, but I don't because it's the difference between being a dancer and a prostitute. Besides, I do alright, I don't need to be greedy." "Cool," I said, smiling in admiration of her. "Can I ask something else?" "Sure." "Well, you must have all kinds of really cool friends to hang out with,... How come,..." "How come I'm out with you? Well, most of the 'cool' people I know from work really aren't that cool, so I leave them there where they belong. If I brought the people I associate with at work to my home and went out with them,... Well, it's not a lifestyle for me, it's just what I do to pay my bills and I think it's best to keep work separate from personal." "I understand. Daddy doesn't bother with anyone where he works. But still, I'm just a kid. I know nothing, and you're so,..." "Cool?" she laughed. "Well, Kath- May I call you Kat?" "Sure." "Well, Kat, maybe I think you're cool." "But, I'm a nerd girl," I said, feeling the calming effects of the wine. She laughed again with a slow, low tone, looking me up and down before saying, "I don't think so. Those security guards at the theater didn't, either. It wasn't just me they were looking at." "Yeah, but I'm no good with people. I get all messed up and plus, I'm,... weird." "How are you weird?" "I think,... "What?" "I think,... I'm kinky." "Really?" she asked, smiling wider. "Do tell." "Well, it's not the kind of thing-" "Oh, come on." she argued. "Uhhh! Okay, I'm,... I'm horny all the time. Really horny, and I think I'm a slut just like Sheila. Those people at the shop are probably right to think I'm a whore." "Kat, every woman gets horny." "Yeah, but I'm always,... masturbating. I'm really horny a lot. It's always popping in and out of my mind and I want to do really dirty things and wear really scanty clothing in public,... I like to watch myself masturbate in the mirror because I like being a slut. I'm kinky, a kinky slut just like Sheila and, worst of all,... I love it." "Uh, okay, you might be really horny a lot and it might turn you on to think of yourself that way, but you're hardly a slut. You've only had sex with one so-called man and he hardly even counts. Sluts fuck anything that moves with two legs and a dick, have you been doing that?" "No. But part of me wants to." "There's a part of most women that wants to. It's true, and if you've got a higher tuned sex drive than most women, so what? Unless you give in to it and allow yourself to become a slut, you're just a very horny girl." " ... Really?" "Well, yeah! Look, it's a good thing you met me." "I'm- I'm really glad I did, Gina." "Same here. Hey, I told you I'd maybe have a few surprises, didn't I?" "Yeah," I said with a suddenly happy grin, forgetting that I was sitting there in my panties. "Want another one?" "Okay." "Close your eyes. Okay, keep them closed until I say," she instructed as I felt her move around on the bed. After a few moments, she said, "Okay, keep your eyes closed, but hold out your hands." I did this and felt something long and rubbery laid in my palm. I knew what it was, even before she told me I could open my eyes. "Oh, Gina! You shouldn't have!" I said, forgetting all about my nervousness during our conversation. "Well, I had to. I wasted your money on something that wasn't even right for you and I wanted to fix that. Only thing is, that one's not as quiet cause it's not as big, so,..." "Oh, Gina, thanks! I'm going to get something nice for you, though." "Really?" "Yup." "Like what?" "I don't know, yet. Something nice." "Okay, but as long as you don't spend too much. So, what do you think?" "It's the same, but smaller." "Yeah, and not as powerful, but it oughta do it." I giggled again, looking at it. "Go ahead." "With what?" She smiled playfully and got beside and slightly behind me on her knees and said, "I want to make sure you're okay this time. Here, lean in close to me." " ... But,... you mean,...?" I stammered as she pulled me closer, my closed legs moving so that my knees were sticking up as I reclined against her chest. "It's alright, Kat," She assured in a soft voice, rubbing my arms gently. " ... Uhmm,..." "Why don't you spread those beautiful legs to begin with?" "But-" "It's okay, I know. You've been dying to show yourself to someone in your sexy new underwear, so who better than me? I love showing off in mine, obviously." She laughed a little in the same low tone as she gently pulled my legs apart. "Come on. Let's see some more of those pretty panties you got." She spread my legs quite far and began stroking my inner thighs, humming softly, soothingly as her lips moved closer to my ear. "Ohh, isn't that sweet? Just look at you." "I- uhh-h,..." "Are you all horned up right now?" she breathed. I only nodded my head, watching her hands caress my thighs, looking at my crotch, realizing that someone else was looking at it too and becoming turned on even more while I wondered franticly what she was doing. "It's okay to feel that way. You're okay here with me, baby." "Uh huh." "So, just relax,... let yourself go,... You're in good hands." Dad's The Man Ch. 02 "O- okay." Now she was caressing closer to my crotch and I could feel miffy getting moist. I didn't realize it at the time, but I was actually holding my legs open for her, mesmerized by the movements of her hands. "Do you want to pull your shirt up and show me your bra?" " ... Umm,..." "Go ahead. I'd love to see it, I bet it looks fabulous." "Well,... Okay." I slowly pulled my shirt up while I felt her hot breath under my ear, wondering what was going on and if I'd be allowing this were it not for the glass of wine and earlier micky. I stopped when it was bunched at my neck and looked at her nervously, hoping for her approval as she looked down over my shoulders with that new smile. "Oh, that's very nice on you. Look at those nice tits. You're so hot, Kathleen,... Are you feeling all nice and naughty?" "Yeah," I breathed. "Warm and slutty?" "Oh, Gina." "Hmmm?" "Yeah." "Touch yourself. Show me how you play with your lovely body. Show me how you like to be a slutty girl." It took some doing, but I was a little buzzed and pretty turned on so, after a little hesitation on my part, I slowly, haltingly put my hands on my boobies and started squeezing them a little, then a little more as I closed my eyes, pressing them to me, my erect nipples poking at my palms from underneath the thin rayon cups, their dark shadows more than just visible. "Feel nice?" "Yeah," I said in a weak voice, nodding, somehow only now aware of the feel of her boob pressed against the back of my shoulder. "Just take your time and make yourself feel good." "Uh-h huh." "You're so beautiful." "Mm-mm," I let out as I felt her lips on the side of my neck, just under my ear on the spot where her breath had nicely warmed. She was giving me little kisses there, trailing down to my shoulder, causing goose bumps to pop out everywhere on my body. I shivered, moaning softly under my breath as I played with my nipples through my bra. It went on like that until I felt soaked down there and the next thing I knew, she was kissing my mouth. I kissed back, hesitantly at first, never actually having kissed anyone on the lips before, but gaining a little more confidence quickly, almost urgently as my hormones drove me on. Before I knew it we were licking each other's tongues and I was really going to town on myself as her hands rested at the very top of my thighs, making me glad I shaved down there again. I kind of realized that I was having the second sexual experience of my life, unless you count masturbation, and the fact that it was a lesbian experience wasn't lost on me, but it didn't matter. I was just so horny and excited to suddenly have someone I could trust to share myself with, becoming a little more relaxed and bolder by the minute. "Gina,..." "Yesss?" she asked, slowly pushing my bra straps down my arms. "Oh, Gina,... I,... I need to touch miffy now." " ... Miffyyy,..." she repeated softly, erotically into my ear with a long whisper. "Ohhh, you're feeling so slutty with your legs open for me, aren't you?" "Yeaaah!" I replied with a heavy, whispering sigh. "Baby, you make me feel so dirty. Touch miffy for me. Be a little slut for me." "Ohhh!" I moaned as my fingers pressed at my lips through my panties. I began rubbing myself, issuing short little cries of relief that wanted more as Gina encouraged me. She kissed and sucked gently at my neck and shoulders while slowly pushing my bra down my chest, her hands now covering my bare boobs and hefting them. My nipples found their way between the knuckles of two of her fingers and were pinched, rolled around and pulled at excitingly by the hard joints. I lifted my pelvis to my hand, pressing harder as I looked to my left at Gina, knowing the quickly growing sense of abandonment showed on my face before we kissed again. She had opened her legs to reposition herself and was slowly, grindingly humping my side as her breathing increased with mine. The softest sounds of our lips were still audible above the gentle, wet smacking of my soaked, over excited miffy and it was one of so many delicious little details that captured me, enslaved me to the moment and my anticipation of the imminent unknown. My hands went down my panties as she watched, cooing in my ear as I briefly played around my clitoris before stroking my indeed soaked lips. "Take your panties off," she whispered. Heart hammering, I hesitatingly complied, a little shy to open my legs again once I was without them, but slowly did so under her whispered encouragement and warm hands gently pulling my thighs apart. Once she had me spread out again, I relaxed and allowed her to hold me open while we looked at my full, swollen lips, the shiny wet sheen that covered them and my erected clitoris. "Oooh, oooh, oooh,... you're so wet, kat." "Oh, my clit!" I moaned as I brushed the top of it again and again with my finger. It kept hitting the back of my mind that this was actually happening, no matter how unbelievable it was. I was masturbating in the presence of another person, a woman and, apparently, a lesbian at that. I couldn't hold off any longer and started burrowing down between my lips with my middle finger and, soaked as my pussy was at that point, it slid in somewhat easily. Moaning louder, I moved it around and began softly fingering myself, in and out, in and out. It felt so good. It was so exciting that Gina was watching me, still rhythmically grinding against me and enjoying herself instead of thinking I was weird and laughing at me. Then one of her hands found its way between my legs and began stroking my lips while I fingered. I looked at her and saw her to be very focused on this, an intense expression that told of her own excitement in her features. "Ohhh, Kat," she breathed. "Fuck, you turn me on." Wow. Nobody ever told me anything like that before. It did a lot for me, as you can imagine, but amidst my moans, I never had the chance to reply before I watched her finger slipping into miffy. Following down the back of mine, it filled me further, stopping my repeated plunging and pushing both of us inside to the knuckles. "Ohhh, Gina!" was all I could say, looking at her as she smiled back at me. "Mmmm, you are a tight little thing, aren't you?" "Ohh-hhh!" I groaned in reply, feeling a little pain, but enjoying it. After a short time, she removed her finger and put it in her mouth! Yes! She licked it clean while she grinned at me, keeping eye contact the entire time as I continued to finger myself. Then, she reached and grabbed the vibrator and brought it closer. Taking my hand from between my legs, she raised it to her face and actually put my finger in her mouth, too, sucking and licking it clean for me! "Now, let's make sure we've finally got the right size for tasty, sweet little miffy, hmm? God, I love that name." She began playing at my lips with the vibrator, turning it on and letting it roam here and there, visiting my clitoris several times before it began to nudge my opening. I sat there, leaning into her as she took over without protest from me, any need or want to even think of stopping her from doing whatever she wanted gone now. Gina worked the head of it inside me, just past my lips as my bum squirmed on the bed, my groans rapidly turning to short, low squealing sounds. Rib by rib, she inserted it the whole way inside and, once I adjusted to the small amount of satisfying pain,... Oh my god, it was great. The vibration was totally out of this world and, when she turned it up, I thought I was going to catch on fire. It got even better when she began slowly fucking me with it, her other hand disappearing down behind me and between her legs. Well, it wasn't long before I was back on my clitoris, at the same time realizing that I was lifting my pelvis to match Gina's thrusts with the fake, vibrating penis. I could feel an orgasm coming on and it was going to be a good one. This is when she pulls it right out of me and, before I could do anything, she pops it right into my open mouth. "Mmmm-mmm!" I exclaimed as it vibrated in there, tickling everything in my own miffy's juices. She writhed behind and slightly beside me, breathing heavily and moaning a little as she gently slid it in and out of my mouth. I closed my lips and sucked it clean, fingering my clitoris like mad, playing my tongue over the dildo and imagining it was a real cock. I felt so slutty right then and I loved it so much. Then she put it back inside me, fucking me with it again with those perfect strokes, the vibrating ribs taking me up right away. "Ohh! Ohh, Kat, did you like th- that? Huu-uhhh?" "Oooh, yeah! Gina,... I-I think I'm gonna cum!" I wailed. I did and it was out of this world. She kept pumping me even when I couldn't match the rhythm anymore, all through my crying out, fingers searching wildly for something to grasp as though I were in a car that had already driven off a cliff. I was able to think again about the same time Gina let go of the dildo. She grabbed my inner thigh as her own car began to swerve dangerously for the guardrail, her breathing suddenly heavier and faster, groans becoming more urgent. You'll never guess what I did then. On pure impulse, I took the still vibrating dildo out miffy and put it into Gina's open mouth, the same way she did it to me. The surprise on her face, followed by her obvious approval as her eyes rolled was fantastic. I'm so glad I did that! She had an orgasm about two seconds later while I pumped her mouth with it, her lips wrapped around it, tasting my cum. It looked like a pretty good orgasm, too. You'd think it would have been kind of awkward for me after that, but it wasn't. Gina got me right into bed with her, right under the covers, where we snuggled and talked until she drove me home a few hours later. And here I am. I have to wonder if I'm a lesbian, now. It almost wouldn't surprise me, but if that's the case, why do I still think of 'Mr. Fantasy' when I'm getting off? It doesn't really matter. I have a lot of fun with Gina and now I get to masturbate with her, too. And it's great because she was right, I did want to show myself off to somebody. I can't wait till next Friday! Oct. 06/08 I wore my old military surplus parachute boots to work today. Daddy got them for me last year as something I could wear for working with him, but I kind of like them for running around in sometimes, especially in the winter. One great thing about them is that they can be pretty quiet when you want to go, 'light stepping', as Aunt Peggy says. (sneaking, as I say) They were on their little break in the stockroom, which also serves as their lounge, and I was left to mind the front as I cleaned the tops of doorways, taping stuff in as I went. After using up/mostly wasting another roll of masking tape, I took a quick, silent trip to the rear hall and paused a short way down, just outside the door to the stockroom. Barb was in her office at the end of the hall, watching curling. She wouldn't move until it was over and the sound of Norah's rusty old voice came through the door clearly, even amidst the televised shouts of, "Haardeeer!,... Haardeeer!" from inside Barb's office. "-what her problem is, she wasn't the only one. Just the only one stupid enough to divorce her husband over it. I mean, men run and Sheila looked good, what did she expect?" she asked with a blasé tone." "Was she some kind of nymphomaniac?" Natalie, another stylist asked. "I don't know what the fuck she was, but I've seen her operate. I've seen her go off with five men at once. I mean, I had my little things every now and then when I had a little too much booze, but Sheila was over the top. Never dreamed she'd have fucked Paul, though. Especially not Dennis." "And her husband never knew?" "I imagine he did in the end. He was naïve back then, but he wasn't stupid. How much he knows, who can say?" "I wonder if crackfiller's the same way?" Patty, the youngest stylist speculated. "Well, if she is, I wouldn't let her around your men. Still can't believe how much she looks like her, just younger and with darker hair. And quieter. Sheila was miss popularity." "Um, Norah, are you going to eat that?" "No, take it. Yeah, she had this way about her,... funny, too. Like she could convince you to do almost anything." "How's that?" "Hard to describe. Like I say, she was sort of the life of the party, but only because of how people tended to react to her. Fuckin' men practically lined up to take her for a spin out on the floor, you wouldn't believe it. It was actually a really great time. Too bad she had to fuck everybody's husband. Ughhh, I was online last night till two thirty, I feel like shit. I gotta get out there." I quickly, quietly stepped backwards down the hall and then began walking forward again, just before the door opened. I gave Norah a polite smile without meeting her eyes and slipped into the storeroom to get the tape, Patty and Natalie smirking at me. So, there it is. I keep remembering what they said concerning Aunt Peggy. Daddy said something a while back about her marriage, too and I found it odd at the time. Paul is Norah's husband, she mentions him often. I have a horrible suspicion that I know who Dennis was. Oct. 07/08 This is incredible: I was at work this afternoon, cutting in the rear wall with that side of the salon prepped and covered in drop cloths, when in walks a customer. At first, I thought she was some kind of movie star, but no; it was Gina! She was wearing what looked like a conservative party dress. It was made of the weirdest cloth, almost like vinyl, or that Mac-tac stuff that people line their kitchen drawers with. It was white with a curious gold print and laid over her body just magnificently, matching her long, beige, fall coat perfectly. Presently, she was glancing around the salon over the top of her horn rimmed shades with her upper lip curled in uppity disgust. "Ew," she commented. Of course, I couldn't look away. Considering what happened at the theatre, there was no way I would have, not to mention the fact that I was reminded by a hysterically happy voice from within that this beautiful thing had had her finger inside miffy. Norah and the others were quite surprised to see her as well and, being the senior woman present, it was Sheila's old friend who asked, "Can I help you, Ma'am?" After regarding Norah in the same way she did the salon, Gina answered, "I suppose you can try. I'd like just a light trim, just to get rid of my split ends. I have an important, short notice engagement tonight I have to look my best." "I can take you right now," Norah said, seeing a deep purse and a big tipper, I supposed. "Kathleen, get the lady's coat and then a round of coffee?" I couldn't even move at first. "Could you hurry?" I mumbled some acknowledgement and went to take Gina's coat, gladly, in fact. "Thank you, young lady," she graciously said when I took her coat and hung it for her. "You're welcome, ma'am." "How refreshingly polite," she responded, giving me a quick wink that they didn't see. I went to get the coffee while she sashayed her well practiced, exotically dancing hips to Norah's chair. By the time I got there with the coffee, she'd already had the poncho put on her, her shades on Norah's counter ahead of her as the middle aged stylist began taking down her glamorous customer's hair to do her job. I put Norah's coffee on her counter and passed Gina's to her, prepared the way I know she likes it. "Thank you. My, you seem to be the only one here who hasn't disembarked with Noah, or been brutally beaten with an ugly stick." Yes, she actually said that. Norah's hands froze and I saw Patty look sharply from the corner of my eye, along with her elderly client. I didn't know what to say. "Why are you painting this dump and not styling hair?" "I, uhh- I don't know how, Ma'am," I said, totally mortified. "How hard can it be if these can do it? If they had any sense, they'd teach you. Men would line up out on the sidewalk to have you cut their hair at fifty dollars a head. Why would they keep their prize filly in the paddock while showcasing their broken down old fleabags?" (Oh my god!) "Um, thank you, Ma'am," I said as Norah's hands froze again. "I-I should really get back,..." "Of course. But remember," she said, putting her other hand on my forearm, "You're young, beautiful and you have nowhere to go but up. I promise you." I smiled, knowing she meant it and that it wasn't purely a part of her little act. I wished I could have kissed her right then, but I could only politely thank her and get out of there. She sat there with a confident, even contented smirk on her face as Norah plied her trade, every once in a while working in a subtle dig at the establishment, or its staff. Finally, as she was getting up to pay, Barb came out from her rear office, looking Gina up and down like everyone else did. They faced one another across the counter, Barb the crusty, tough old bag, Gina the young, quick witted and merciless beauty queen. "Lemme guess,... you own the place. Am I right? I'm right, aren't I?" "Yes, I own this establishment, is there a problem?" Barb asked defensively. "First of all, it's dirty in here. Grubby. I didn't expect that." "That's unfortunate, is that all?" Barb replied, her expression rapidly cooling. "No, it isn't. That thing," she accused, pointing at Norah, "smells like a bucket of old fish. It's disgusting." Norah was understandably upset about this and on the verge of saying something if Barb didn't, probably no longer counting on that big tip. But what do you say to something like that? "So sorry you didn't enjoy your time here, Miss," Barb flatly, coldly stated. "Have a nice day." "I do not smell like a bucket of fish!" Norah indignantly claimed. "Oh, yes you do," Gina assured her, before turning to Barb again to add, "And you smell like the rest of the fish plant. You must be veery,... busy." " ... Would you please leave my establishment, Miss?" Barb demanded, an angry, absolutely, fuel freezing, frigid mean expression in her features. "Now." "With pleasure," Gina said lightly, dismissively. She paid the bill, left no tip and went to get her coat. We all watched her put it on with pride, taking her time and fluffing her hair out from under the collar, patiently pulling her white glovies on. On her way out, Gina sang, "Do give my regards to Noah, ladies." They all started cursing her and calling her dirty names after she left, Norah enraged and insisting that she didn't smell like fish, surreptitiously trying to sniff herself as she sat in the chair Gina was using until the other three women had to agree with her, assuring her of this once and for all. Actually, she does. I figure she eats a lot of sardines or something, but I never smell like that after I eat them and neither does Daddy. Minding my own business, I simply kept my back to them, busying myself with cutting in above the long counter and around the large mirrors mounted above it with a wide smile. I can't believe someone like Gina is my friend. I'm so lucky. Oct. 10/08 Sorry I missed last night, but here's what all happened. First of all, I wore a pair of jeans, an old pair that are nicely worn in/out and fit me tight, just like some of Gina's pants and jeans fit her. I wore my new white top over it, and the yellow bra and panties that she gave me underneath with a decent looking pair of black shoes that would also keep my feet warm. The leather coat with the seal fur looked good with this outfit and really brought attention to my hips and legs. I could feel my horny getting revved up just looking at myself in the mirror, especially knowing what I had on underneath. Dad's The Man Ch. 02 So, I'm coming out of my room, pulling my mittens on and walking up to Daddy, who's waiting for me at the back door. He takes a look at my jeans and says, "Did you clean my paint gun when you finished with it?" "C'mon, Daddy, they're not that bad." "I got those for you when you were in grade ten." "A gift that keeps on giving. Thanks again for driving me, Daddy." "Yeah. I guess they're better than that little thing you wore last weekend, anyway," he commented as we walked outside. I turned to watch him lock the door and said, "You didn't say anything about it then." "To tell you the truth, I think I was a little too surprised and I didn't know what in hell to say. You don't usually dress like that." We were walking down the stairs now, me first, asking over my shoulder, "You think it's too short?" "Well,... I wouldn't want to see it get any shorter. Do you think it's too short?" " ... It was a bit of a dare to wear it. But I bought it, so,..." "I'm trying not to be over protective, you know," he said, opening the driver's door of the truck and standing back so I could climb up and in first, like he always did ever since I was a little girl. "And not just because I know you're eighteen and legally entitled to make your own decisions, or whatever the fuckin' law says, but because you're my daughter and I love you." "I know, Daddy," I said, staying in the middle of the seat as he climbed in behind me, slamming the door. "I know you have to make it on your own in life, and I tried to prepare you for that the best I could, but that doesn't mean,... You know." "Yeah," I said, snuggling up next to him as he turned the ignition, the powerful, heavy service engine grumbling to life like an old farm tractor. "But don't worry, Daddy. It's just fashion." "So's maternal wear, kitten." On to Gina. Obviously, it was quite a meeting, considering what happened on Tuesday. We had a good laugh, me thanking her over and over, telling her how I couldn't believe she'd done it and how good she was, she laughing and wanting to know what I was thinking and what they said when she left. We did the usual micky and shopping thing after coffee. I bought a short skirt, even shorter than the last and tighter too, along with a pair of black, low rise, stretch jeans that were on sale. The skirt and a long, deep maroon pullover with a low neckline came at 'Gina discount', along with more sexy underwear. And then something awful happened. While we were on our way out of the mall, heading for the exit doors and laughing about an old crone that tried to push us around with her shopping cart in the last clothing store, in walks Janice Kerwin, my former best friend. I almost didn't recognize her at first. You'll remember that I mentioned her a lot quite some time ago. She was always a good looking girl and so were the other girls she began hanging out with after I became 'airhead'. The boys all wanted them, that's for sure, and they always had a group of them following, Janice always with a popular boyfriend among them. Well, first of all, she doesn't look so hot anymore. She's really pregnant and was dressed like she's been buying her clothes from the dump in an old pair of red gym pants, a too small T-shirt and a grungy, unzippered, gray track sweater over top of it. Her naturally curly, brown hair looked like she'd just doused it in a tailings pond, the rest of her body in god knows what. She looked greasy. She was with her mother and I stared, amazed at how her fortunes had apparently changed since her reign at school. She looked up and saw me, instant recognition in her eyes as she looked me up and down, then Gina as we neared each other and, since I stared so long, I kind of had to say something, so I stopped to greet her as she neared. A faint, yet sharp and rancid odour seemed to emanate from her, kind of like the bucket of old used gear oil that Daddy drained from the housings of his truck last year. "Janice,... hi,..." I said as she walked up to me. "How are things since school?" It was probably the worst thing to ask, and I didn't do it on purpose. It just sort of slipped out as the natural thing someone would say under those circumstances. As for her, she at first appeared to be at a loss for words. " ... Hey, airhead. Doing great, I got married." I could only stand there, staring in total mortification that she'd actually called me that while she smirked back at me. Oh my god, it was horrible, and right in front of Gina. I never told her they used to call me that, or how stupid I am. " ... Oh,... well,..." I stammered, "Uhmm,..." "Kat," Gina spoke up a little impatiently, "I'm sorry, but we simply don't have time for her. We have places to go and things to do." I looked around, seeing a nose turned up at Janice, looking as though she were trying to ignore her as the particularly offensive, eight hundred pound gorilla in the mall. "Uhm, Oh, yes," I said, suddenly checking my watch, thankful that Gina had given me this. "The club." "Mark and Vince have spent a lot of money on us, and fashionably late is one thing, but even that can be taken too far." "Yes, you're right," I said. "Um,... bye, Janice, nice knowing you," I lied, joining my new best friend to proceeded to the exit together. After we got outside, I stared at the pavement, scowling and self conscious as we walked with our brightly coloured bags back to her car. "An old friend?" I nodded. "Not much of a friend, to be calling you something like that." I shook my head. Nothing else was said and, by the time we got back to her car, the scene inside the mall was becoming a kind of uncomfortable thing between us. We loaded our bags and got in. She started the car, but only turned on the defrost and the stereo on low volume, her R n B stuff softly filling the car over the almost imperceptible growl of the engine. After thirty seconds, during which time she looked out the windows at the other cars as though she were a half hearted sightseer, I finally said something in a low tone, staring at her dash. "They all called me that in school. 'Airhead', I mean. That was my name because,... I'm,... not very smart." "What?" she demanded, apparently offended by something I said. "Kat, I never want to hear you talk about yourself like that again, not ever. I don't give a shit what that jealous little fucking ditchpig thinks, I know you are smart because I'm very good with people and I know these things." "Yeah, but I-" "No," she said adamantly, cutting me off. "You're to stop thinking of yourself like that right now. Didn't you see her? My god, her life is already over and she knows it. I saw her insane jealousy as soon as she looked at you, before I even knew you knew her. Don't listen to people who speak from jealousy and other petty little motivations, they're the stupid people." "Sometimes I wonder." "No, I mean it. I don't want to hear you talking like that. I know stupid people when I see them, I don't make a habit of becoming their friends and I don't want you giving that greasy little breeder's opinions the time of day. She's just jealous because you look fifty billion times better than she ever will." " ... I-I do?" "Well, yeah! Didn't you see her? Jeez, it's the face that could launch a thousand ships, scaring them off the land and right into the water!" "(giggle)" "C'mere, baby." She gave me a big hug and a kiss, making me feel better. "Anyway," she said, "I have my own nickname for you." "Y- you do?" I asked, a little leery again, despite the fact that I do trust Gina. "Uh huh. It's 'slutty'. Just a little pet name, you understand." "Oh,..." I said, actually liking it. "Really?" "Oh, yes. I almost called you that a few times." "Well,... you can call me that. If you want." "Thanks, slutty." "(giggle)" "I'm serious, though. People are shitheads, I know. You can't believe how I know, don't pay attention to little farm animals like her." "Okay." I said, feeling a lot better. "Let's get outta here, see a movie and get back to my place. I think miffy needs a little tenchy-poo, huh?" "Yeah," I admitted with a big smile. As mad as I was at Janice for doing that to me, on another level, I can't help but feel sorry for her, despite the smile that was on my face as we darted across the empty portion of the dark parking lot in Gina's Corvette. "Wow," she said much later as we faced each other across the marble topped island in her kitchen, each with a glass of wine after having told her about what I overheard at work. "So, what do you think of Sheila now?" "Well, the same as before," I replied. "She's a slut, or was. I mean, married men and everything." "But,... I mean, does it make you look at yourself in some different way, what with your 'horny', as you call it?" "No, but,... it's like I understand her better. Not just because of that, either, but the little details I pick up, too." "Like how?" "It's hard to explain. It's almost like I can feel like her if I want. Remember, I warned you that I'm weird." "No, you're not weird, these are valid things. Just don't go doing what she did while you're feeling like her, baby." "I won't. Hey, guess what?" I asked with a devious grin, standing straighter and sticking my chest out a little. "What?" she asked, looking at my boobies like I wanted her to. "Remember when I forgot razors and I had to run back and you were waiting and waiting at the checkout?" "Yes." "Well, I was really getting something else along with the razors." "Oh?" "Something for you." "Ahhhh." "Uh huh. Want to see it?" "You know I do." "I'll get it." A half minute later, I handed her the long, flat box, holding a small bag behind my back. "Oh, no, not jewelry! Kat, I didn't want you to spend-" "It's okay, I got a full pay this week, I could afford it and I wanted you to have it. Open it." She did and took out the dainty, flat, silver necklace I'd picked out for her. "Oh, my god, is this ever nice! Thank you!" "I'm glad you like it, Gina," I beamed. "Like it? I love silver, how did you know?" "I have super powers." "Haaa!" she laughed, clapping at my joke. "That's not all," I informed, handing her the bag. "Ohh! Something else for me!" she said, taking the bag and sticking her hand inside. "It better not be another expensive thing, though, or I'll spank your scrumptious little ass." "(giggle) Nope." She removed a wide plastic, bright pink hair band and, I swear, everything she knew as reality whizzed before her eyes in that first instant. I was laughing my head off as her frozen grin began slowly laughing with me. "Okay," she said a minute later. "I give in, you are weird." "Let's see that, I'll put it on for you," I laughed, coming around the island. "You stay away from me, you twisted girl." I took it from her and put it on her head anyway, grinning happily from ear to ear as she was. She lightly set her hands on my waist and left them there when I was done. "How does it look?" she asked, her eyes sparkling as she took another sip from her glass. " ... Interesting,..." I answered, then started laughing again as her hands softly encircled my waist, pulling me a little closer. "You're very interesting," she said with a tone that left no doubt as to her sincerity. "Thank you. I think. I'm really glad you like the necklace." "Why don't you put it on me?" She handed me the box and I got it out, passing my hand around the back of her neck to take one end, fastening it in front and then turning it around for her. We each looked at one another off and on while I did this, her hands falling to my bum and caressing. "It looks beautiful on you," I said. "Thank you. Can I have a kiss?" "Yeah." I love kissing her. It's seems so forbidden, I just love it. Of course, if it was any other woman than Gina, I don't think I'd like it. After a half minute of kissing, exploring each other's mouths with our tongues, we pulled apart and smiled at one another again. "Kat,... you know what I am, right?" " ... You're my friend," I told her in a small, but excited voice. She smiled at this and squeezed one of my bum cheeks. "Umm,..." I dithered. "Something on your mind?" "Well,... yeah, but,..." "Come on,..." "Well,... I was wondering if we were going to,..." "Kat?" she asked, not in the way as to ask for elaboration, but to tell me something instead. "Yes?" "Take your shirt off." " ... Uhm, here?" I asked, looking around the kitchen. "Nice and slow, baby." "O-okay." I did it slowly, like she asked me to, while the fires below began to get hotter. I'd forgotten about the bra and panties I was wearing for her. "Ohhhhh, slutty. Oh, thank you." "You're welcome," I said with a smile. She shifted a little, her caress on my bum becoming a rub as she applied more pressure, asking, "Did you wear the bottoms, too?" "Yes. Do you want me to take my pants off?" " ... I think you know I do. As much as you want to take them off for me." "Uh huh," I giggled. She unbuttoned them for me and helped me push them down, this time not saying anything at all as her eyes devoured me. "You like it?" She only nodded. "I wore them for you." "I know." "Gina,..." "Yeah, babes?" "Uhmm,... It's hard for me to say this." "Just say it, then," she toned, coming in to plant a light kiss on my neck. "Well,... I,,..." I trailed off nervously as my fingers found the hem of her short, shiny purple nightclub skirt and played at pulling it up a centimeter. "Don't be afraid," she whispered, kissing my neck in a different place as her hands returned to my waist. "Mmm. I- I want to,... see,..." I couldn't tell her what I wanted, so I continued to pull up on her skirt until it suddenly rested at her midriff. "Tell meee, she sighed in my ear. "I want to look at your pussy," I dared in a small, whispered voice. Her answer included a devilish smile with, "Feeling nice and slutty?" "Yeah!" I gasped as her hands spread my bum cheeks. "You know, you can be as slutty as you want with me, right?" "Uh huh!" She gave me a short kiss, licking my lips on departure before smoothly hopping to a seat on the island in front of me, opening her legs a little to show me her black bikini underwear. "Come closer," she invited, pulling me in between her legs as she opened them wider, showing me more and more of herself. She raised her feet and planted them on the edge of the island, on either side of her bum, leaning back and rotating her pelvis up. I had a sudden mental image of her doing this on a stage in front of a bunch of men somewhere and miffy practically squirted moisture. More incredible, none of those men get to be with Gina like that, but I do. However, at the moment, I didn't know quite what to do. I mean, I wanted to compare hers to mine so I could see if they look the same, but I was holding one hand in front of my chest as I looked at her smooth inner thighs and panties for want of knowing what to do with it, my other hand going to join it when she let go of me. "Take a look," she encouraged with a sleazy note. I slowly reached out and took the top of her satiny panties in my fingers and pulled down, looking up at her and seeing her lips part as she watched. I looked back down as I uncovered the thin strip of hair between her legs, then her hood, erect clitoris and, finally, her glistening wet lips. It didn't seem to stick out like mine sort of does and her lips were a bit thinner, much darker. "What do you think?" she asked as I stared, catching myself actually licking my lips. "I,... think we should,... We should take your panties right off, Gina." "We should?" " ... Yeah." "And what are you going to do when they come off, slutty?" "Mmmm. I don't know," I moaned a little, loving her little nickname for me as she started playing with one of my nipples through my bra. "Will you touch it?" "Uhh! Oh,..." "Or, will you be so slutty that you'll just do whatever I tell you?" "Ohh, Gina!" I replied as her hand moved from my nipple to cup slippery wet miffy through my panties. "And after that,... I'll do whatever you want." I nodded slowly, a hesitant smile on my face, fingers already pulling at the satin between her legs and sighing, "I'll do what you tell me, Gina." You can't imagine my anticipation in that moment, my excitement at having agreed to her suggestion and what all it could lead to. She let miffy go and removed her feet from the marble edge, joining her knees, straightening her legs and pointing her toes straight up in the air, another maneuver I could picture her doing on a stage. I nervously pulled her panties from her hips and all the way up her legs, past her feet and off. Again, she slowly took the same position she'd had with her feet on the edge of the Island, spreading herself out while looking at me with an intensely horny, hungry grin. "It's like mine, but different," I noted quietly, resting my unsure hands lightly on her thighs. "Touch it. Play with it like you would if it were yours." I moved my right hand down her thigh, hesitating a little when I got there, lightly running my fingertips through the short, black hair above her clitoris, glancing up at her as she moaned with her own anticipation. It seemed like the rest of the world was quiet when I ran my index finger slowly down one of her lips, her louder moan and the steady 'tock, tock, tock' of the clock the only sound in her apartment. Soon, I was using a second finger on her other swollen, wet lip, always stroking softly down until I began doing the same thing between her lips, feeling her opening at the end and curiously running my fingers around its edges before returning to the top of her gap and doing it again. "Oh, Kat, yes. Ooooh, like th,... like that." I could see her bum hole and it excited me, as did her complete immodesty in front of me and I stared at it, now rubbing her pussy with the flats of four fingers, using more pressure and visiting her clitoris with my fingertips regularly. "Ooooh, fuck! Ohhh, yeah! P-put your fingers in my cunt, slutty!" I was a bit surprised to hear Gina use that term, but the normally offensive word made my heartbeats come even faster as I penetrated the opening I'd explored earlier, already knowing I could start with two. Mmmpf- fuuuuck!" My attention was off her bum hole now and on my fingers as they slowly inserted to my knuckles. I was so turned on as I explored around inside of her, seeing if she felt like me, my panties almost as wet as her pussy. "Ohh, we're so wet,..." I toned, suddenly and acutely aware for the moment that I was standing in a woman's kitchen, wearing only some skimpy underwear while I fingered her pussy. I looked at her, watching her react to what I was doing as she said, "Oh, oh, oh, oh,... slutty! Kiss my clit while you do that!" My mouth opened, not having expected this, as I inhaled a sharp breath. "Ohh, yes! Slutty, baby, kiss me!" A second after the conceptual shock passed, I looked down at my fingers, slowly working her, becoming more excited by the thought of myself doing it. Just a kiss. I bent to slowly, lightly, experimentally kiss it, smelling her scent, feeling her warm essence on my lips and how it cooled afterward. "Yeah! Keep,... doing that!" I kissed her again, the same way, and a third time before I realized I could actually feel her clitoris on my lips. I started kissing it a little harder, allowing my lips to linger as I fingered her, thrilling to how it rubbed so slightly across my lower lip as Gina's moans became more insistent. Dad's The Man Ch. 03 Oct.11/08 Daddy got to his questions about Gina after supper tonight. It was only a matter of time and I'm surprised he waited this long. We were watching the news and he just came right out with them. "So, what's Gina like?" " ... Gina?" "Yeah, you remember her. What's her last name?" "Green." "Gina Green," he repeated thoughtfully. "Kinda catchy, isn't it?" "Yeah, I think so." "What's she like?" "A lot of fun. She's,... a very interesting person." "Really? In what way?" " ... Well, maybe only in that she's different from me." "She live with her parents?" "No, she has her own apartment." "How old is she?" "Twenty-six." " ... She's got eight years on you." "Yup." " ... Umm, look, she's not bringing you around to parties and,...?" "No, Daddy, don't worry. We usually start out with coffee at Tim's and then we do some shopping, see a movie, then hang out at her place, like I say." "I have to at least ask, you know. ... Is she telling you to dress like you have been, lately?" "No, I want to dress like that," I said, slightly nervous as I was sitting there in my new stretch jeans and white shirt that showed a bit of cleavage. "Okay, I'm just asking. Does she dress like that?" "Yes, but I'm not doing it because she is, it's just easier when you have a friend that dresses like you want to, is all. Please don't get all down on her." "I'm not getting all down on her, It's just that you've changed a bit lately, since about the time you became friends with her, and I was,..." "Checking up," I finished for him. "Well,... yeah. I can't help it." I moved from the opposite end of the couch to snuggle up against him, taking his hand and saying, "I know, it's okay." "It's not that I don't trust you, I know you're a good girl. I can even understand why you wouldn't tell me you're working for Barb Sutton." My heart leapt to my throat as I slowly looked up at him, guilt written all over my face. I'd lied to him and he caught me. "I,... didn't think you'd let me and I,..." "I know. I'm not mad, Kitten, just,... disappointed and,...I just thought you trusted me better than that." "Daddy, no!" I insisted, touching his strong forearm. "I know I can trust you, I just didn't want to,... I mean, I didn't want you feeling all messed up because of it, and you know I need the money." "I hope you don't tell those used up old whores any of ours or your Aunt Peggy's business." "No, Daddy, I swear I haven't, I would never do that. I know what they are." "Good. I would have understood, you know." "I just didn't want to make you feel awkward, but I wanted that job,... not just for the money." "I figured," he sighed. "Well, that's the part I didn't want you to feel awkward about. That's the only reason I didn't tell you, I swear." "I believe you," he said, putting his arm around my shoulders. "I suppose they were pretty surprised to see you come in." "You could say that. They don't like me." "I would have figured. You know, Barb probably only hired you because of her curiosity and to treat you like shit. In her mind, she'd have a reason. Same as that ol' pig, Norah." "Cause of Sheila." "Yeah. I hope you realize that half the things they tell you are probably lies." "Probably not the things I hear through doors, though." "Ohhh," he expressed with a small grin. "You really are making the most of your time there, aren't you?" "You have no idea," I said with a wider grin of my own as he sipped his coffee. "Profitable, too. The job keeps getting delayed because of all that paint mysteriously disappearing down the toilet." Daddy's coffee spewed from his mouth and nose, despite his desperate attempt to avoid his sudden laughter. It was pretty gross, but really funny as he jumped up and ran down the hall for the bathroom, coughing, choking and laughing. I was still laid out on the couch laughing almost hard enough to pee myself when he came back. "You did that on purpose!" he charged, pointing at me. "Nooooo!" I managed, knowing he wouldn't believe it. "Lying little,...!" "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!" I exclaimed giddily. In a flash he was back to the couch, quickly grabbing my legs just above the knees in his big hands with a short yell, squeezing just enough to get my attention with the smile of a troublemaker. It was more his startlingly quick action and yell than the pressure on my legs, he having done this to me ever since I was a child. I screamed almost loud enough to shatter the window panes, which is my traditional response to that particular form of horseplay, and laughed desperately as I twisted and struggled against the grip of his human manacles. Daddy's a really strong man. It was a really fun Sunday evening, somehow all the more fun since I met Gina. Oct. 13/08 I went to see Aunt Peggy after work with some more of my old clothes. She really is something with her sewing machine and I'm learning a whole lot. I'm even thinking of getting my own machine, betting Daddy would get me a nice one for Christmas if I ask. "How did you ever get so good at this, anyway?" I asked her as she was showing me how to reinforce seems. "Same as you," she answered, sitting there in her usual rumpled housecoat, untidy hair, concentrating on what her fingers were doing near the lit up, mechanized needle, me standing behind and watching over her shoulder. "Mum and Dad bought us kids used clothes, so I had to work with what I had. I think I did pretty good." "Looks like you must've," I replied, remembering her low cut tops and the cleavage from my pictures. "Did you get this sewing machine when you got married? I mean, did your husband get it?" "Yes, but I had one before that. An old manual one that I convinced my father to buy for me. It was in the same place he got my clothes at." "Weren't they electric back then?" "Yes, but it was a really old and inexpensive one. Kind of has its advantages, though." "You like this one better, though," I assumed. "Yes. It's a Singer, they last. Actually, my manual one is too, so it just goes to show." "How old is this one?" "Twenty-one years." "That's older than me." "Almost half my age. You see what I'm doing here?" "Yes. ... Did he buy you a lot of stuff?" "Not a lot, but yes, he bought me things." "Do all men buy women things?" "Most of them, to varying degrees. At the end of the day, that's not what really counts." "What do you mean?" She stopped what she was doing and looked over her shoulder at me with a funny expression, holding it for a brief pause before speaking. "Kathleen,... whatever it is you heard at the salon, I,... I wish you could have at least just come out and asked me. I'm not stupid, you know. I told you, I saw your mother for what she was right away." " ... I,... I'm sorry, I just didn't want to offend,..." "You were pumping me for information about my ex husband." "I'm sorry, Aunt Peggy," I said, looking down in shame. She didn't say anything for a minute, only went back to what she was doing under the Singer's overhead light as I stood there feeling awful, her being so nice in helping me with my clothes, teaching me stuff and there I am acting sneaky with her. "Before your mother came along,... things were different. ... Yes, she and Dennis had an affair, one of her many. He bought her 'stuff', too. A lot of stuff with our hard earned money, as little of it as there was back then. So many opportunities lost because of that,... little whore and my intentions. You can't begin to imagine, let alone understand what I lost on account of her. (sigh) ... Is that what you wanted to know, Kathleen? Have I told you enough?" "I-I'm sorry, Aunt Peggy," I repeated in a small voice, feeling a lump forming in my throat. "You're a lot like your mother, you know." "Wh- What?" She didn't respond, only kept at her sewing. "What do you mean?" I dared to ask, my voice even smaller. She kept sewing for another moment, then stopped. She stared at her work as though it had defeated her, then turned and put her arms around me, giving me a glance at two wet trails down her cheeks before her face rested against my stomach. "I'm sorry, Kat. I'm so sorry, you didn't deserve that. I- I just,... It was always so hard to get over. It was a long time ago, but,... "I'm sorry, it's not your problem and I shouldn't be taking it out on you." She rose, sniffing and wiping her tears away, arms still around me as she smiled sadly, saying, "I know it's understandable that you would want to know about her and if I was a little more forthcoming, you wouldn't have had to try getting it out of me like you did. But, Kat, you should,... You should be careful of how you treat the people you love, okay?" I nodded, saying nothing as my own tears broke free. "You know I love you, right?" she asked." "Yes. I love you, too." "I know you do. Gimmie a hug and we'll get back to this." Just before she sat down again, she added with a careful smile, "And remember, Kat: Social circles aren't the closed loops you think they are. They overlap." I took this to mean that, even though she didn't have anything to do with the crowd at the salon, she knew people who did and took note as she advised. But, I didn't bring it up again and neither did Peggy. She pretty much told me all I wanted to know anyway, didn't she? I still feel bad about that. Also, I'm a little disturbed at her comparison of me to Sheila, since she never told me that she didn't mean that afterwards. Oct. 24/08 It was quite a day, my last day at the salon, as I wrote last night, and I'm at Gina's place right now for our little celebration. She's in the tub, singing and humming with her wine. I'm on her bed with my laptop, shirtless in my black bra and wearing a short, blue denim mini skirt that went through Peggy's sewing machine and now looks great, despite my aunt's concern at the hemline. Okay, as I wrote, Gina has been encouraging me to say something rotten when I was all done the job today and Daddy's appreciation of my inventive way of wasting supplies egged me on all the more, but I couldn't come up with the right speech, or comment. As it turned out, I needn't have bothered. Like Gina says, these things just come when they should. Well, I was standing there, having been paid up and getting dressed to leave while Barb was talking, Norah and the others looking on. "-and if I ever have any other menial labour, I'll call someone else. At least your mother was a competent disaster. My god, you said you knew what you were doing, but it took you twice the time it should have and I don't know how many coats of paint you think you need on a wall, but you cost me a lot. Both in time and money." "Um, well, that's because I stretched the job out for as long as I could," I told her, looking at the floor because I didn't quite have the nerve to look her in the eye as I said it, going on in an apologetic tone. "Sorry, it's just that it was a lot better for me that way and I figured I'd get away with it, sooo,..." " ... What?" "And I'm sorry I forgot to put the cover back on the paint all those times, and,... I honestly thought that it would be okay to flush all that half dried paint down the toilet but, well,... I guess I was,... well, sorta wrong about that." "You're the one who fucked up my plumbing!?" "Uhm, I'm afraid so, yes. But nobody got hurt." "You,... lit-tle bitch!" Barb seethed. I actually dared to meet her eyes for a few seconds and said once again, "Sorry if that was the wrong thing to do," before looking down again, putting on my pink ski touk with the white pom-pom, grabbing my mittens and adding, "Well, I gotta go meet a friend. We're going out shopping later. Thank you for the job, goodbye." And then I just walked out. The police haven't tracked me down yet, so I assume everything's alright. Gina loved it and I suppose Daddy will, too. Who knows what Aunt Peggy will think? I probably won't bring it up with her, especially since she'll probably hear about it anyway. Speaking of Daddy, I finally thought of something nice I could get him. A watch. Even Mr. Practical can appreciate a nice watch and his is old and all beat up. Best of all, after I told Gina about my idea, she brought me around to some hawk shops until we found a really nice one, nicer than the man behind the counter knew, as it turned out. Once she struck a deal at sixty-five dollars and I had it and the receipt in my purse, she told the guy that it was worth almost five hundred new. He got this sick look on his face, but brightened up after she used his own selection to show him how to recognize a quality watch. What a gal. Anyway, I can't wait to give it to him and tell him all about it. He's so hard to buy for. Oops, gotta go, Gina's wants me to wash her back. Dec. 22/08 Aunt Peggy finally heard about my last day at the salon. I was driving her to the house for the holidays and she brought it up out of the blue while I was thinking of something more pressing. "So, you caused Barb a little trouble, huh?" " ... Excuse me?" "Your last day at the salon?" "Oh. Yeah, well they weren't very nice and I didn't want them to think they got away with anything." She grinned and, after a few moments, commented, "Those people never get away with anything, just look at them. Barb has been a victim of her own choices almost her entire life, sitting down there like she's Queen Shit of Turd Island all these years in her own filthy misery. Ardie is her fourth husband, you know." "No, I didn't." Here's something else you might not know: Barb always claimed that Sheila stole her land tax money when she took off." " ... Really? Did she?" "I think so. Sheila told me once, after Norah found out about she and her husband, that Barb was ripping her off on her wages and she suspected she wasn't getting a fair share of the tips. At that point, she was just over six months along with you and her cavorting days were over, at least for the time being. She stayed because she needed the job and, soon after, I found out about she and Dennis. In addition to other,... reasons, Sheila and I never spoke after that. So, I don't know what became of the situation, other than Barb's claims, but yes, I think she did it. I would guess that half the reason she stayed on there was to look for a chance to get back and that would've been it." "How much money?" "I forget exactly,... two or three thousand. Her then husband, Alfie Como covered it for her." "Alfie Como?" I asked, furrowing my brow at that name. "The dead mobster that owned Como Construction?" "Pfft! Alfie was no mobster, despite how much the old fool liked people thinking he was. He had connections, everybody kind of knew that, but he wasn't that connected. But, I imagine Barb wouldn't be very impressed with you right now. Maybe you should have kept quiet about it your little escapades?" "She had her chance to be nice," I said without concern. I caught her head turning from the corner of my eye, looking at me strangely, but she stopped after I looked back. We drove the rest of the way without comment and my mind eventually drifted back to a more immediate concern, biting my thumbnail in thought when my hand wasn't needed for the stick shift until we got home. Dec. 23/08 I needed something from Daddy today, but I couldn't bring myself to ask. I stared at him when he wasn't looking, fidgeting with my nails just under my boobies, elbows out like I do when something's bugging me, until we both ended up in the kitchen and away from Aunt Peggy. "What's the problem, kitten?" "Huh?" "You've been stressing over something all morning, what's the problem?" "Well,..." "What?" "I think I need a really big, humongous favour from you." " ... Okay, how big?" "Uhh,... well, maybe pretty big." "Lay it on me," he said, taking a bite of a shortbread cookie and leaning his hip against the counter. "Well, it's about Gina." "Go on." "She said she was going home for Christmas, but,... well, somehow I don't think that's true." "How's that?" "I just don't. She never talks about her family much and when she does, it's only when I ask, plus I called her a few times and it says her phone is turned off, out of her zone, or whatever, but I don't believe it." "I know what you want," he groaned. "I bet if I drove over there, her car would be in the lot and she'd be home all alone." "Aw, kitten." He complained. "Well, how would you like to be all alone on Christmas?" "She's probably with friends, or-" "Nope. Trust me, I know. She's over there all alone and not wanting me to know, so I won't feel bad." "Shit." "She'd never ask, so I gotta drive over to her place and drag her here on her bum, okay? Please, Daddy, Plee-eee-eee-ase?" I asked, bouncing up and down and giving him 'that look'. Of course, he couldn't say no to me. He never can when I do that, which is why I don't overuse it. Sure enough, her car was in the lot. After parking the truck right beside it, I used the key she gave me to get by the security door in the lobby and rode the elevator to her floor, getting out there. I walked down the hall and, again using a key she provided, walked right in. She was sitting at her couch in front of her laptop, dressed as though she was about to go out for a night on the town with a bottle of wine and a glass on the coffee table beside the computer. We both stared, she in surprise at me, all bundled up in my warm, red, thigh length wool coat, scarf wrapped around my face, knit mittens and ski touke. "Uh, Kat. Heh. What a surprise." "What are you doing?" "What am I doing?" "You said you were going to see your parents." " ... Yes, well I'm afraid I,... Slutty, I'm sorry I lied, it was just an awkward situation for me. I hope you understand." "Why aren't you with your family?" "My,... well, we don't,... look, it's old stuff that I'd rather not get into right now. We don't talk, is all." " ... Okay." I'd unzipped my coat, taken off my scarf, mittens and finished kicking my boots off. Walking into the room, a little "bing" sound came from her laptop, which she ignored. "I thought as much, but I didn't just come over to catch you trying to pull the wool over my eyes." "You didn't?" she asked as I sat down beside her, taking note of the small amount of wine left in the bottle." "Nope. I came to get you. You're coming home with me for a few days." "Kat,... I can't-" "Yes, you can. It's okay, I already got Daddy to agree, plus Aunt Peggy's there, so,... it'll be okay. Come on, get ready." "Slutty, baby, I can't do that. He doesn't even know I'm a dancer and that kind of thing tends to come up when-" "bing" "I'll take him aside and explain it to him." A short, panicked laugh escaped her mouth while she looked at me as though I'd just sprouted another head. "Once you're there and he sees what a great person you are, it won't matter, I promise. Just dress yourself up nice and,... you know, like somebody's mother, and don't try to win him over by flirting with him like you do out at the mall and stuff, cause I've seen other women try that and it doesn't go over with him at all. In fact, one time in Sears, when he was buying me a-" I was rudely interrupted by the sound of a monkey flipping out. The intrusion was coming from her laptop and I asked irritably, "Smutty, what the hell is that?" "It's nothing, just-" "Who's that?" I asked, pointing at a video of a man with no shirt at the top left corner of her screen. Dad's The Man Ch. 03 "It's- look, it's just chat, it's nothing. Baby, I can't go over th-" "Chat?" "It's just one of those internet chat sights, is all." "This is how you're spending your holidays?" "Well,... not exactly." "bing" "You're talking to him?" "Yes." "Can he see you?" "Yes." "Uhh, he can't see me, can he?" "Well, he's saying you're hot, so I'd say he can." "What!?" "See?" she asked, pointing to the text. "Gina! Why didn't you tell me?" "I never,... thought." "You're drunk." "Not really." "Why would you be talking to him? You don't even like men." "It's not about that, I'm just playing around. It's online, for god sakes." "It's weird," I said, looking at the man on screen again, uncomfortable that he could see me as well. He had a hairy, barrel chest, dark hair and seemed to be sitting in the gloom as he apparently typed. "Bing" He wanted to know my name. "Wanna give him one?" Gina asked. "Why?" "Why not? For fun." "Who is he?" "He's Master Darksword." "Huh?" "He's Gorean. You know, dominant Masters and submissive slaves and all that." " ... Huh?" "Never mind. He's a bit of a fool, but not a bad guy. I'll tell him your name is Stacy." She typed it in while I watched, adding that I was her girlfriend. "Why isn't he wearing his shirt?" I asked. "He's doing the peacock thing." "Is this what you do in your spare time?" "Well, I know people online, is all. I mean,... there's nothing wrong with it and sometimes it's good company when-" "bing" "Prove what?" I asked, looking at his text field. "That you're my girlfriend, I'd guess. Wanna?" "Like how?" "I don't know." "No time, we have to get going." "I told you, I can't go, it would be way too awkward for me." "Only at first and I'm not taking 'no' for an answer." "You can't kidnap me." "Yes, I can." "I could just go and hide out in some motel somewhere until after the holidays." "You'd never get to your car before me." "What do you mean by that?" "I mean I'll disable it. I know how and I don't have to get under the hood to do it." " ... You wouldn't." "Sure, I would. I came all the way over here, didn't I? Come on, master what's-his-face can find someone else to play with, my smutty woman is coming home with me." "bing" His text claimed that he didn't believe her. Ignoring this, I took off my touk in her warm apartment, preparing to harang her relentlessly until she saw things my way as she typed, asking him what we were supposed to do to prove that I was her girlfriend. "I didn't expect you to be so afraid." I innocently commented. "I'm not afraid, I just don't want to feel uncomfortable." "You're never uncomfortable with anyone. You're just afraid of him." "I am not afraid of him." "Did I make him come off all mean and stuff? Cause he's really a nice guy, you just have to get to know him." "Gimmie a kiss," she said with a devilish smile. She came in for a nice warm smooch that I wasn't prepared for, but enjoyed very much and returned. "That was nice," I said with a smile. But, you can't distract me." "Come on, how would you feel in my place?" "That's not fair, I'm not like you. This shouldn't be a problem for- "bing" "Smutty, that guy is starting to annoy me." "He wants you to type something." "Why?" "He's horny and he likes you. Say hi, or something." I looked at him close and what I saw didn't impress me in the least, yet I suddenly realized that I wasn't so reserved and intimidated as I would have been if he were actually right there. I found this suddenly interesting, considering the possibilities that allowed for. I typed, Hi. He replied, "hey, how r u" "Fine." "so u her gfriend" "Yes." "how old r u" "18" "u have a pretty face" "Thank you. Gina is coming with me soon." "no" "Uh, YES!" "Slutty, don't be mean." "I'm not, but who's he to tell me 'no'?" "y," he sent, his stupid 'puter-lingo' starting to get on my nerves. "That's none of your business. Show me your penis." You should have seen the look on his face! Gina let out another panicked laugh, but said nothing. "what if I do" "Then, you'll have shown me your penis. Duh!" "i want to c something 2" "I'd want a lot more than to see your penis for that. What can you come across with?" "like what" "You think of something while she gets ready to go." "Okay, what are you doing, Kat?" Gina laughed, curious and maybe just a little concerned. "You have to go get changed and come with me to find out." She only stared, uncertain but tempted by where I might take this. "Tell her to get ready and come with me, or you see nothing." "go with her princess" "Princess?" I asked. "(sigh) It's my screen name, 'naughtyprincess'. Alright, you win. I'll go get ready, but you better make this worth my while." "I'm actually having fun with this," I said, adding, "Hurry up and get ready, though." She bit at the inside of her bottom lip nervously, but turned and headed for her bedroom, shaking her head and fretting with a smile. "I know," he sent. "What?" "i pay for premium service on princess account" "Sounds good, do it." "how do i know u come across" "You'll have to trust me, master." "no show me something" "Like what?" "take ur coat off" I took it off with a little smile, getting a little horny and sitting forward in a snug fitting, red, short sleeved sweater that was nice and warm, showing no cleavage. "nice tits" "Thanks." "now take ur shirt off slow" I felt myself blushing a little, now that the rubber was hitting the road. I hesitated only a few seconds, though, before I took the bottom of my sweater in my hands and began pulling it up. I couldn't believe I was doing it and the next thing I knew, I was holding it up to my neck with both hands, my boobies in the lacy white, push up bra completely visible to him. "right off" I took it right off and put it on the couch beside me, looking at him with a grin that I couldn't help. "omfg ur hot" "Thanks, I think." "get ur tits out" I hesitated again, my heart pounding harder with a nervous twist in my tummy. Leaning forward, I typed, "Is your penis hard?" "yes" "Are you touching it?" "yes" "Show me." "tits first" "I'll pull my pants down for you instead." "k" I stood and unbuttoned my jeans, then pulled the zipper. Pushing the waistband down over my gently wiggling hips like Gina does, I slowly worked them to my ankles, turning when he requested so he could see my bum. My panties being little more than a thong, he must have gotten quite a view when I knelt on the couch with my back to him in order to kick my jeans from my ankles. Turning back, I sent, "Now your penis. And I want you to play with it so I can see." He stood, showing that his underwear was down and that he was indeed hard. He stroked himself slowly while he watched his monitor, his face and upper chest no longer in the shot. It looked reasonably big, I guess, but not like my forbidden vibrator. "play with ur tits" I touched them, softly rubbing just above my bra before grabbing the bottoms of them and pushing one up, gently squeezing against my chest, letting it down to do the same to the other. "spread ur legs" I slowly parted my thighs, eventually spreading them wide and sitting at the edge of the couch, the narrow strip of white lace pulled to the side and showing half of miffy. Without thinking much about it, I got one of my boobies out of my bra and let it hang, playing with the nipple. "play ur cunt" "Not until princess gets her premium service. And you have to cum so I know you're serious about us, master." "put your hand down ur panties for me." "Cum and premium service first." I insisted, twisting so that more of my miffy was visible while spilling my other boob from my bra, horny as hell and really wanting to get off, wishing he was a real man. "please" "This is your down payment. You keep up your end of the bargain and we'll both give you a show you won't forget." "Kat, what the hell are you doing!?" I looked back at Gina, a shocked smile on her open mouth as she stood there in a pair of somewhat loose fitting, white jeans and a lavender turtleneck, long sleeved sweater. While she looked at me, spread legged and boobs out on her couch for her friend, I shot a slutty grin and giggled, "Come and kiss me, prove I'm your girlfriend." "Oh my god, you're crazy!" she laughed, coming nearer and looking me up and down as darksword frantically pumped his penis for me. "I don't believe I'm doing this." She stepped around and turned my hips, getting her face down between my legs and giving me a kiss that the laptop could capture. Then she began licking that exposed lip, flicking her tongue excitingly over my panty clad one as well, then sucking from my crotch unapologetically while I moaned, squeezing my boobs and nipples. I actually saw him cum. He bent over a little, holding himself up on the edge of his desk as it spurted out over and over. It was fantastic to see, even though he was a loser. "Oh!" I called, partly in pleasure and partly in excitement at darksword's orgasm. "He came! He had an orgasm!" "Holy shit," Gina said, looking at her laptop while I closed my legs. "He really came!" I marveled. "Well, yeah!" "wow" I sent, "I'm glad you enjoyed me, now you know what you have to do. We'll see you later, master." I exited out of the program and returned to Gina's desktop, featuring a candid picture of me, half clothed with a look of surprise on my face, and turned to her confused and now horny expression. "I promised him we'd put on a show for him if he bought you premium service on your chat account. That was just a down payment, so he'll figure we're serious." She began laughing, then laughed harder. I joined her, managing, "What a gullible worm!" She began laughing even harder yet, shaking her head and waving one arm, desperately holding her crotch as though she was afraid she'd pee herself, somehow managing, "I,...I already,... have premium service!!" Meeting Daddy a little while later, she looked him directly in the eye and smiled while shaking his hand, thanking him for having her and asking him how he was. That seemed to go over well with him and I introduced her to Aunt Peggy afterward. Peggy looked her over pretty close as she smiled and politely shook Gina's hand, saying the usual niceties as Gina had. She'd asked me on the way over to not tell Daddy about her occupation beforehand. She said that she'd always held her head high and, with the exception of a few unavoidable instances where discretion was the better part of valour, had never shied away from people on account of her occupation, or tried to hide it as though she had to live in shame. I understood completely. It's who Gina is and why she's so great. But, I also suspected it would nonetheless be a problem as soon as I saw Aunt Peggy looking her over, knew it for sure when she glanced at me afterward. Gina and Daddy, however, seemed to hit it off. She didn't try to flirt with him and, Gina being Gina, she made a very good impression. He obviously respected her as a person, even while he was having a hard time getting used to her as an unfamiliar person. Daddy made potato pancakes, one of his specialties, and we were all sitting around the table, Gina having half finished her plate and digging into the rest like it was the best thing she ever had, when Aunt Peggy spoke up. "So, Gina, what do you do for a living?" Gina looked up, a bit surprised, but politely answered, "I'm an exotic dancer." To say there was a pause would be a gross understatement. Daddy and Peggy both stared at her as I looked from one to the other in turn, my apprehension building to explosive proportions in my chest. Gina could only look back at them, but her eyes soon fell in the silence that seemed to last forever and I suddenly felt awful for bringing her here and putting her through exactly what she feared would happen. "A stripper?" Peggy asked. "Uh,..." she began in a cautiously low voice. Well, I thought I'd avoid that term." Now Peggy looked at me with an expression I didn't much like. "Gina is a decent person and she treats me very well." I stated quietly to both Peggy and Daddy, now also looking at me, his fork still halfway to his mouth. "Yeeeah. Okay, It was really nice meeting you," Gina said, putting her fork down on the plate, "but I should probably go. If you don't mind, I'll just grab my bag and call myself a cab. I can wait outside." She added, on her feet now and actually pushing her chair in. "Siddown," Daddy suddenly instructed. "If my daughter says your good people, then you're good people. I can see that for myself, anyway. Siddown, I said. Here, have another pancake." Staring at him in a minor state of shock, she sat, possibly more because of the way he told her to than his fair words. A faltering smile appeared as she thanked him, both for her place at our table and her third pancake. "John,..." Peggy said, staring at him now and shaking her head like he'd just announced that he was going to burn the house down for Christmas. Daddy's fork was paused in mid air once again as he looked at her, his features inquisitive, eyes daring her to challenge the ruling he'd made at his own table. " ... Please pass the salt," was her tight lipped conclusion. After supper, I dragged Gina, along with her overnight bag, into my bedroom and shut the door. She walked around with a smile, looking at this and that, lingering over my books , the old PC that I only use for music and big games, my open closet with the organized mess of 'certain clothes' on the floor. She paused when she came to the other inhabitant of the room. "Which one is this?" she asked, gesturing to the black and white cat on my bed with a smile. "That's Ms. Lulu. Mr. Toodles is out somewhere." "Uh, huh," she grinned She reached over and pet Lulu for a minute before she continued around the room. In the end, she came round to me, putting her arms around my waist and holding me close. "I love it in here, it's so you. Thanks for forcing me to spend the holidays with you, slutty. I love your father, by the way, but I don't think your aunt likes me." "She just doesn't know you yet." "Uh,... heh, yeah. I think it's a little more than that, but it's okay, I'm still glad to be here." "Well, it's Daddy's say that counts and he likes you. So do I," I said, giving her a kiss after. We made out for a minute and then I offered, "Hey, smutty,... wanna see something?" "Sure." I slipped away from her and went to the top of my dresser, the bottom drawer of my jewelry cabinet to retrieve my official, archival footage. I handed the pictures to Gina and watched as her focus intensified on the first one she saw. She looked up at me and down at the picture again, a surprised smile playing at the edges of her open mouth. "Sheila," she stated. "I don't even have to ask,... My god, the resemblance is,... wow." "Pretty weird, huh?" "I don't know about weird, but it's sure,... wow. Even your height, judging by this one of her with your dad,... just that she's older and the hair,... and that,... look,... that she has." "I know, isn't it funny how the camera captures that?" " ... Very attractive,... But, you're prettier. You don't have that thing about you that she has. I wouldn't like her." "Neither would I," I admitted. "But, apparently, she did have a way with people. I'd be curious to meet her. I keep having to remind myself that she wouldn't look like that now." "Maybe more than you think. The fast lifestyle doesn't agree with women. Damned uncanny resemblance, though. After what you told me, those old bags at the salon must have loaded their panties when you first walked in." "They looked pretty surprised, yeah. Had no idea why at the time." "Hey," Gina expressed, holding one of the pictures closer, then checking a few more. "It's her." "What? Who?" I asked, stepping to her side. She pointed at a young woman who was in the background of some of the pictures, saying, "That smelly old ditchpig at the Salon. What'd you say her name was?" " ... Norah! Oh my god, you're right! I knew she seemed familiar, I can't believe you caught that and I didn't! Let's look at the other ones." I excitedly encouraged, putting my arm around her waist and feeling her move a little closer in response as we looked. "What a change, huh?" she asked. "She was actually pretty cute back then. Now, she looks like the wreck of the Hesperus. ... Holy shit,... is this your Aunt Peggy?" "Yup" " ... Wow. Quite the looker." "Yeah, she's changed, too." "Not like Norah, though. Nice big tits on her, huh?" "Gina!" "Well, they are," she shrugged, suddenly seeing the way I was looking at her and adding, "Don't worry, I'm not going to put the moves on her. Your dad doesn't seem to have changed that much, does he?" "Not really, but kinda." "Maybe a bit weathered, more character, different look in the eyes, but not much more." She passed them back to me and I put them away, asking with a sudden, dirty leer, "Hey, guess what?" "What?" "Peggy has the couch, Daddy's in his room and you're sleeping with guess who?" "Mmmm," she approved, kissing my neck. "I thought you'd like that." We made out again for a little while and went back out to start the cleanup while Daddy and my aunt spoke of dead relatives I'd never met in the funny, reserved tones and expressions they seemed to always use with each other. We joined them after we finished up and sat down for some TV, watching the news for an hour. After that we switched around, watched a couple of movies and we even each had some of the beer that Daddy bought. It was a fun evening. Gina's sleeping in my bed now, on her back with the covers down to her tummy, my laptop screen illuminating her bare boobies. Earlier, once my bedroom door was locked, Gina actually tied me to my bed with one of my stockings. I couldn't stop her without making a racket and, before I knew it, she licked me until I came, she having to physically restrain me while holding her hand over my mouth. Oh my god, that was so good. Then, without untying me, she sat on my face and I did the same for her until she had to almost smother herself with my pillow so she wouldn't be heard. Sometimes Gina makes me wonder if I really am a lesbian. I think I'm in love with her. Jan. 06/09 I've been pretty depressed for the last few days. Daddy noticed and told me I had the 'post holiday blues', where people sort of come down from all the fun and frivolity of Christmas, the parties, the eating too much, etc.. There may be a bit of that, but what really has me down is that I DON'T HAVE A JOB!! I'm so sick of having no money and I hate how everybody pays my way because they know I'm broke, since I DON'T HAVE A JOB!! This really sucks. I ran some boxing day sale stuff that Daddy picked up out to Aunt Peggy's today. I was a bit nervous, but really too depressed to be taken up by it, even though Peggy's obviously still mad at me for some reason. She barely spoke two words to me while I was there. Whatever. I'm not going to tell Daddy because I don't want him to worry about it, plus he probably wouldn't let me go out there anymore, going out himself just to make a point to her. He does enough, he shouldn't have to bother with that, as well. Dad's The Man Ch. 03 Jan. 10/09 It's Saturday and I'm back home after a night at Gina's. As usual, she was able to lift my spirits. We had some wine and a great time in an online game of strip poker with master darksword and a friend of his, lord grayclaws. I really don't know how to play poker so, as I say, I had a great time, even though they are dweebs. darksword wants me to be his online submissive. I told him that I was Gina's submissive. I really like taking my clothes off for people online, though. It doesn't matter if they're dweebs or not, it's just the fact that I'm exposing myself like that. Gina says I'm a closet exhibitionist. "Smutty,..." I began later, after she'd made me cum. She smiled, shifting her weight above me on her bed, wiggling the strap-on penis she wore inside me and asked, "Yes, slutty?" "Before I suck your pussy dry,..." She giggled during my 'pause for effect'. "Well, I,... You know how I get off on taking my clothes off for people,..." "Uh huh." "Well,... (sigh!) Gina, I can't find work! I just can't!" " ... Oooo-kay. I think I know where this is going." "I've been looking for months and there's just nothing at all, I was lucky to get the work at the salon!" "What about the construction company that wanted you this spring as a flag girl? That'll be decent money, you know." "That's not till spring and it's not even guaranteed. There's probably millions of people who want that job." "Yeah, but how many of them look like you do? Don't think that doesn't count, have you seen some of those chickies out there with the signs?" "In that case, I may as well be dancing for the good money." She opened her mouth to reply a split second before she realized I had her on that and closed it again, looking away and withdrawing herself and her detachable rubber penis from me with a sigh. She sat on the bed beside me, unfastening the apparatus and said, "Kathleen, I don't want you working in a strip club." "But, I don't want to. I can do private parties, like you do. I already checked into it all." "Why doesn't that surprise me? Think of how your father would see it. And don't think I'd let you do it without him knowing, Kat." "I know, I already figured it'd be better to tell him beforehand than let him find out on his own. Which he would." "Kat,..." "You don't want me to do it." "No, I don't. Look, I won't deny that I'd love to do private parties with you, you'd be a real hit, believe me, and we'd have a lot of fun, but,... I don't want my slutty girl around that scene." "You're starting to sound like Aunt Peggy," I said with a playful smirk. "Well, the thing about that is that she's right to feel the way she does. I may try to conduct myself as professionally as I can, but not all the girls do and I shouldn't have to tell you about the caliber of some of the clients I deal with." "But, I'll be with you, so I'll be okay." "Oh, Kat,... Please think of another way?" "If I could, I would have by now, believe me." " ... Can we talk about this later? After we've had some time to think about it?" "I've had enough time, but okay." "That means you've made up your mind," she said. "Enough to go to Daddy about it." She shook her head slightly, saying, "Alright, but just give me a little time, okay?" "You just need time to think of a way to change my mind." " ... There's no shame in admitting to that." "Smutty,... I won't say anything to Daddy until you've had a chance to think of something. I promise, but don't make me wait too long, 'cause I'm really sick of being broke, okay?" "What am I gonna do with you?" "Well, as long as you're asking, why don't I get all dressed up so you can wrestle me to your bed, tie me up, pull my clothes off and sit on my face like you did in my room over the holidays?" " ... You are a kinky little angel, aren't you?" "Kinkier every day. What do you want me to wear?" Neither one of us brought it up again during that evening and I didn't tell her that I've been working out for the past week. I wonder when she'll notice? Jan. 12/09 I guess I should be mad at Gina, but I'm not. Partly because I know her intentions were good and things worked out, partly because I find it hard to be very angry with people I care about. She showed up out of the blue, as if for an after supper visit, which I thought was nice and so did Daddy. So, there we are, drinking coffee and checking out the news, when Gina suddenly does the unimaginable. "So, John,..." "Gina,..." "I'm afraid we have an issue here between the three of us." " ... Okay, what issue would that be?" (Oh, god!) "Well, Kat is pretty down about not being able to find a job, and I don't blame her, but she's come up with a solution that I think you'll care even less for than I do." My jaw sagged as I stared at her. I felt like a quickly sinking ship, staring aghast at the rocky outcropping that splintered my hull. She continued speaking confidently to Daddy, but now had her eyes on me as I called out a silent and desperate SOS. "She wants to become a dancer and not the kind that does ballet." My father rolled his eyes and sighed, his shoulders drooping a little as though he'd just been told he had to go back and put in another shift at the plant. "Granted, slu- Kat was going to come to you with this first, but since none of us can deny that I'm involved here, I wanted to make sure,... well, you know." "Yup," he said into his palms, rubbing his face before taking his hands away to look at me. "Kitten,... You don't have to do that. Something will come along." "Daddy,... Aw, geez, I wasn't prepared for this! Gina! You were supposed to-!" "-Think of a way to dissuade you. This is it," she said, shrugging her shoulders with a sincerely apologetic expression. "Well, holy shit, Gina!" I complained bitterly, "you might have-!" "Quiet," Daddy said in that serious, authoritative tone that I always responded to abruptly, this time being no different. "Gina's a responsible woman and she did the right thing. Kat, if it's money, I'll raise your allowance. I'll get you the things you n-" "Daddy, no! You raised me to work and be responsible, like you said Gina is, and I'm trying to do that, but I can't without a job! Everyone wants someone with experience and I don't have any because nobody will hire me! In the meantime, I'm living off your money, feeling stupid buying you Christmas gifts with it and feeling like a total loser because you and Gina won't even let me buy so much as my own coffee! I want to work and I want to pull my own weight and I want to be able to buy my own car and to pay for nice clothes when I want them!" I was silent after that, hoping Daddy wouldn't see that little outburst as being disrespectful to him, but I had to tell him how it felt, how I felt. He looked at me with a worried expression for a moment before leaning forward, moving to the edge of the couch and fixing me with a hard look. "Kitten, this isn't some,... Do you realize what you're talking about here? I mean, what the fuck?" "I know, Daddy, I'd be taking all my clothes off in front of strange men. Women do it, it doesn't mean-" "You're so shy you can't even look strangers in the eye, how in hell are you gonna,... Fuck, just think about it!" "I have. It won't be easy, but I can do it." "Ho-ly shit!" "Da-ddy!" "Well, what do you want from me? God dammit, you're only eighteen, you're just a,..." "I'll be nineteen in a few days!" "Oh, well, that's just super, kitten. That makes it all fuckin' right, doesn't it?" "It is alright!" I won't be doing anything I shouldn't be doing and I'll be totally okay! I won't even be working the clubs, just private parties!" "Have you thought of what your Aunt Peggy will think? Shit, I can just hear it now! I'll never be able to shut her up about it and she'll- She has issues!" "Daddy, I'm sorry about that, but Aunt Peggy isn't responsible for my life and I'm not hurting her. I love her, but if I were to decide against doing this because of someone's opinion of me, it'd be yours, not hers." " ... I know I can't stop you from doing this if you decide to. And it won't make me love you any less. But, kitten, please try to understand, you're,..." he trailed off. "You're his little girl," Gina finished. "And you have to take those feelings into consideration, the same as you do mine. I told you how I feel about introducing you to dancing and those feelings haven't changed. I also told you that I prefer to keep my work life and my personal life separate." "I know, Gina. I do take both your feelings about this seriously, but you have to understand my feelings, too. It's not fair that I have to go along feeling like some deadweight that people are taking turns shouldering. It's not fair and it's not very much fun, you know. Daddy, you can't teach me to do what I gotta do my whole life and then tell me I can't." "Ah, geez!" he said quietly, disgustedly, looking between his knees. "I never would have thought we'd be having this conversation." "I don't have to do it forever, just until some decent work starts again. Any work. And,... if you were me, you'd be thinking exactly the same way I am right now." "You're going to do this, aren't you? I could tell you not to, but I really can't stop you and the more unhappy you become, the greater the chance you'll just do it behind my back, anyway." I'd been saving the thing I did next for the exact right time. I hopped up off the chair and sidled up to my father on the couch, putting my arms around his shoulders and kissing his cheek reassuringly. "It'll be alright, Daddy, it's not so bad as you think. You'll see." "You don't even have any basis of experience to say that," he replied, then looked at Gina, asking, "How bad will this be?" My beautiful, unpredictable friend looked back at him, biting the inside of her lower lip, fidgeting with one of her rings and subtly tapping her heel before she replied, "These private gigs are what you'd expect, bachelor parties, every once in a while an office party, out of town businessmen being shown a good time, that sort of thing." " ... How far does it go?" "Well, everything comes off." Daddy nodded, glanced at me, then went back to Gina, asking, "Touching?" "Professionally, no. But, different girls have their own rules. All I can tell you is that if a dancer doesn't want to touch, or be touched, she isn't." "And who's to stop some pig from putting his hands all over my Kathleen, anyway?" "A valid concern. First, these things are never done in people's homes, or private buildings, only ever at a Hotel, sometimes a decent Motel, so that the location is safe. The person who explains the rules to the clients, where the dancers are concerned, could probably lift the back of my car off the ground. He works for Jaybirds, the club I work at, and he stays around the entire time, looking out for us." Daddy barely nodded, looking at her for a few seconds before asking, "What are they like, these clients?" "Uhh, well a cross section, you know. I mean some of them are decent people, but,... You know, a lot of them wear suits, but we both know that Armani doesn't build character. But, that's what Hugh is there for and professional dancers are there to do a job and leave when it's over, no matter what the clients are like." "What about the people you work for? I assume you'd be getting her the job?" "Uh,... yeah, that'd be me. The people I work for are,... Well, they're business men. They're fast talkers, small time wheeler dealers, you know." "Elaborate, Gina." "Uhh,... well, it's hard to explain. They wouldn't see you come to any harm and they keep their word businesswise, but you have to be sharp when doing business with them. They're the kind of people you'd enjoy having a coffee with, but you wouldn't buy a used car from them." "I see." He said, turning back to me. "You don't have to do this. I can take care of you, I always have." "But, Daddy,... That's what this is about." After a long pause, during which time he gazed down at the carpet between his knees again, he said simply, "Shit." "Daddy,... It's not like I'm going to Korea, or something." "John, I hope you believe me when I say that I had nothing to do with this and I feel the same way you do about it. On the other hand, I can see Kat's point. I started dancing because I had even less choice,... I want you to know that if she doesn't back down from this, I will personally do everything I can to,... you know, make sure she's okay. She'd be going out with me, at least at first, and I want to assure you that I am and have always been a strict professional, never any funny stuff and I give you my word on that." They both looked each other in the eye for a long moment before Daddy said, "I have no doubts about what you say being the truth and none about your character. I see that you feel the same way I do about this. But, as far as I'm concerned, it goes without saying that I expect you to do everything you can to look out for her and I'm trusting in the word you just gave me." She only nodded at this, her eyes widening just a little as she still held his. For my part, I sat there as the whole issue seemed to be finally decided without me. However, as I realized more and more that I'd get my way without too much more hassle from either of them, my heartbeat began to speed up, suddenly knowing that I was free to do this. I was so excited that I actually felt miffy start tingling, even as fear of the unknown, the unfamiliar preyed on my senses. I actually had to fight to keep the eager smile that wanted to break through from my face. Daddy wouldn't have appreciated it. "Will it at least be worth her while?" he asked. "What she'll earn in eight hours will be right about what she earned the entire time she worked at the salon." Even he was a bit taken aback by that. He looked at me and said sarcastically, "I had to ask." "Daddy, I know you're upset about this and I don't blame you at all. I'm sorry, but,... try to remember that it's just a job, okay?" Both of them glanced at each other, each clearly conveying their earlier suspicions that I'd press for my way, regardless of their feelings about the matter. "So," he said, "You're going to do it." I nodded. "Uhh,..." Gina tentatively offered, "Under the circumstances, I hate like hell to presume anything, but,... uh, maybe Kat should stay with me for the night. If she's going to do this, there's some things we need to talk about and,... well, excuse me for saying, but maybe you two should both digest this for a night before,... to avoid-" "Yes," he said. "I know." Just over ten minutes later, on our way out the door, Gina paused, looked imploringly at my father and said, "John, I really hope you don't think less of me now, because I respect the hell out of you and I don't say that to just anyone." "No, I don't think any less of you. I know you're a good girl." She slowly smiled and actually gave him a quick hug before walking out the door and down the front walk to her car while we stood silently looking at one another in the doorway. "You're looking at me like I'm going to Korea again. I'll be back tomorrow, okay?" "Well,... this might sound stupid, but,... it seems like my little kitten is gone to Korea already." "Oh, Daddy, no!" I said, tears instantly springing to my eyes. I threw my arms around him and hugged him tight, closing my eyes as I felt his strong, protective arms encircling my waist, holding me close. "You're making me feel bad," I complained with a sniff. "Good," He replied with a sad tone. We separated, me sniffling and wiping at my tears as Gina's car roared to life at the end of the walk. "I love you," I told him. "I love you, too. You can't imagine how important you are to me." "I feel the same way about you." "Luckily for you, I'm going to live forever." "It's guaranteed in your collective bargaining agreement. (sniff) I checked." He couldn't help but smile, although sadly, and I'm glad I could leave him with at least that. So, now I'm at Gina's place. Like I say, I can't really be mad at her, considering that she did more to help my case than anything, a fact she scowled at when I brought it up earlier. She's not happy about it and she told me as much, but also admitted to some anticipation in working with me, the tiniest smile sometimes jerking at the corners of her mouth as we spoke about how things would be. She's sleeping now. I'm too excited to sleep. Dad's The Man Ch. 04 Jan. 13/09 I am now an attendant, in fact the only student, of 'The Gina Green Academy of Exotic Dancers'. It was a little weird, seeing her perform in her living room, mostly because I'd often asked her to dance for me, but she never would, always smiling uncomfortably, looking down at her lap and promising another time. Let me just say that my friend is like, WOW! First, she did a standard stage dance and that was pretty good on its own, but nowhere near as intense as her lap dance. I grabbed her crotch halfway through as she was air humping my chest and, as serious as my instructor is, she couldn't help responding. After we both orgasmed, we were able to keep our minds on business and she showed me the general idea of what kind of dancing went with what kind of song and so on. Then it got more labour intensive. Apparently, the Army fitness training routine that Daddy swears by (even though he's never been in the Army and he never works out) wasn't good enough. According to Gina, what I need is light weight training and heavy aerobic training. To her, this means stretching, some jumping jacks, then running up the stairs of her apartment building, all the way from ground level to the top, twelfth floor. If this doesn't sound like much, just try it sometime. My upper body training is a bit more complicated, involving a twenty minute aerobics routine with a two pound dumbbell in each hand. Again, if that doesn't sound like much, just try it sometime, especially with a slave driving bitch like smutty. The thing is, I get off on her driving me like that. I think she does, too. She also taught me poise, expression and all the rest of what's needed to 'sell myself', as Gina put it. Finally, she taught me how to deal with clients, as in sitting and communicating with them. She says that she who knows how to be what the wife can never be earns her husband's paycheck. I have to say, I don't like the spirit of that, given how Daddy raised me and what the woman who gave birth to me was all about, but I guess a real man would know better anyway. She's taking me to meet her boss, Barry, tomorrow. Jan. 14/09 Okay, Barry Thorpe is a grease ball. He's the first man (and I use that term lightly) I've ever come across that looked at my body with dollar signs in his eyes rather than lust. I'd much sooner lust. Regardless of this, Gina had me well coached and I got the deal she wanted for me, probably mostly due to the fact that he knew I was friends with her and that I'd have been told beforehand what was what. He had me take my clothes off in front of him, which I did with the thought in my mind that I was undressing for the doctor. I have to say, it was barely manageable and my entire body must have been bright red at the time. But, he was more than satisfied, another possible reason for the quick agreement on his part to what Gina told me were fair terms, and hired me on the spot. In case you're wondering, it did nothing for me. I would have preferred a room full of drunk, horny men just in from cutting hardwood all day. Now I think I know what Gina meant about men who wear suits. The point is, I got the job. I'm having a hard time being happy about it, knowing that I'll get a call from Gina someday soon. I mean, now it's real, isn't it? I'm just concentrating on my new workout for now and practicing the dance routines she put together for me. We were sitting in Gulliver's after my appointment with Barry, me having downed a micky that Gina gave me in the washroom, and mostly recovered from my exposure event with my new employer. "Smutty, how did you get into dancing?" She turned her head a bit quick at this, her eyes searching my face for an instant before smiling without much humour. "I had to. I mean, I'm sure there were other ways, but I wasn't in any position to screw around. I had nothing and nobody and pinning my well being on a job at a fast food joint just wasn't a viable option for me." "Oh,... Um, I wanna ask because it's about you and I wanna know, but I don't want to pry." " ... It's actually kind of dramatic. A secret, even. Well, not really. I only ever told one person, but my parents and younger brother and sister know. I'll tell you because of that shit you went through in school and,... because I like you. A lot." I smiled and said, "Same here. You're like a big sister, I don't know what I ever did without you." She took my hand across the top of the table and smiled more confidently, although with the shadow of recollection before she began to speak. "Remember I told you, when we first met, that my parents are Pentecostal?" "Yes." "Well, there were other kids from the church who went to my school and we all associated and moved together because it was expected by our parents, rather than mix with the other kids and stuff. Now, we all dressed somewhat alike, long heavy skirts, sweaters, long straight hair, that Pentecostal 'wall' hairdo with the hair band. The guys always wear dress pants, shirts and ties, neat haircuts and all that. They used to call us 'The God Squad', actually. You might have had a similar group in your school." "Yes, I remember them, they always looked decent." "I'm sure some of them were. Well, there was this guy from outside the squad, one of the regular students. A tall, thin guy named Aaron, who was kind of a badass, if you know what I mean." "Yup." "He had a punk haircut, he smoked and played the guitar, would often get into trouble for playing it at noon in the auditorium. I had this crush on him and I used to look at his skanky girlfriends and wonder what he saw in them. "Well, one day at noon, me and Nicole, my best friend from church, were in the auditorium with a few people from our drama class, working on a project. He wasn't supposed to be, but he was there and the girls wanted to go running for a teacher to put him out, and I guess that's when things went amuck. "What I was seeing was Aaron standing around in the dark without his girlfriend around and,... well, I'll admit that he wasn't every girl's type, so there I was with no competition. I told Nicole that I'd 'reason' with him. "Once I got him aside and alone, it didn't take him long to figure out what I was after and, the next thing I knew, Nicole comes around the corner, stops and stands there with her hand over her mouth, totally and personally mortified because Aaron's hand was somewhere it really shouldn't have been,... and I had a smile on my face. I guess I just wanted to show him that I could be fun, too and things got way out of hand. ... I didn't plan it, it just,... happened." She paused, sipping at her coffee while the waitress who suddenly appeared cleared our dishes, asking us if everything was satisfactory and getting a positive answer from both of us. "So," Gina continued after the waitress was gone, "Nicole swore she'd never tell anyone, but by noon the next day, it was all over school, thanks to her and Aaron himself bragging about it. Her parents and mine knew each other well and that night, when I got home from school, I knew there was something wrong right away. I was worried, because my parents were very sensitive to,... Well, there's this part in the Bible about avoiding the appearance of evil and, let's just say, my parents took that pretty seriously, especially my father. They weren't the only ones, there were more than a few families from church that were like these little contrived showcases for one another and what I did was,... not good." "Were you scared?" I asked. "Yes, and it turned out that I had good reason to be. ... They seemed to think I was possessed. Long story short, they tied me to a chair and, uh, shaved all my hair off so boys wouldn't be attracted and performed an exorcism on me." "An exorcism!?" I hissed, almost in shock at the idea of this happening. "Like in the movie?" "Yeah, they uhh,... they kind of ran me through their spiritual mill for quite a while. When it was finally over, I was so,... Heh,... I thought my biggest problem at that point was how I'd look without my hair at school, especially in light of the fact that everybody knew about what happened in the auditorium. So, I skipped school the next day, and the day after that. I couldn't handle it at that point, anyway. Even if my father hadn't shaved my head, I couldn't have handled school and I had no idea what I was going to do. "Of course, I couldn't skip church, or wear a hat. That first service we attended, Saturday night,... I guess he never thought of church when he was shaving me. Everybody stared and my parents came to realize that as poor, spiritually damaged Nicole had helped to uncover my possession, also uncovering it for the rest of the school, she and her parents also blabbed it around the church. I could tell by the way everyone,... looked. At us, I mean, but particularly me. "Umm,... We lived a little ways out of town, just over a half hour down a rural highway. My father stopped the car about five or ten minutes from town,... (ahem) He, uh,... he reached back and opened the back door beside me and,... he told me to get out." "Wh,...?" I tried, not quite getting it. "Yeah, that's how I took it, too. At first. He repeated himself, saying it louder and slower, clearer. I didn't move because I was afraid and I didn't know what was going on. He got out of the car and came around to the other side, to my open door and grabbed me, started trying to drag me out, but I panicked, started to cry, you know, hanging on and,... crying for my mother. She just sat there, I remember. Her head looked straight forward and never moved, she just prayed under her breath as if it weren't happening. I'll never forget that memory of the back of her head. Even stranger, my little brother and sister, Holly and Patrick were right beside me in the back seat at the time, but I have absolutely no memory of how they reacted, or anything about them at all from the moment the car stopped. Always found that odd. "Well," Gina sighed, moving on from that horribly depressing little footnote, "he got me out. He finally just ripped me out of the car with all his strength and sent me flying. We'd stopped beside a field with a deep ditch between it and the road and I remember spinning around in the dark as I flew through the air, seeing the car, the field, the car,... the ditch." "Oh, my,... god!" I exclaimed, tears running from my eyes as I imagined this. "I was shocked,... It took me a few seconds to get to my hands and knees and start crawling up out of the ditch, crying and begging. I heard the doors close, the car take off, but strangely, I just didn't believe it. Not even when I first stood up, back on the side of the road and they were gone. I actually believed they'd come back, because,... I just did. I finally got smart after a while, read the writing on the roadside, you might say. I crossed the tarmac and started hitchhiking back into town, ended up at a women's shelter and that's where I met Dottie." "Dottie?" "She worked there. She was about your Aunt Peggy's age, actually older, I'd say. She's the only other person I've told this to. My circumstances really didn't allow for me being there, but she was able to fix a few things with Social Assistance and somehow get me in. In time, I managed to accept my new reality, once it really sunk in. I mean, I never went back to school, no way, so I didn't get to graduate. It wasn't long before I decided to dance. I had to do something before the clerical wrench that Dottie made of me with Social Assistance could get removed from where she had it jammed in the works." "Oh, Gina,... that's awful!" I said, wiping my eyes and cheeks with my sleeve. "It's a good thing you ended up at the shelter and that woman was nice enough to help you like that." "Dottie,... Yeah, Dottie liked me the minute she saw me." " ... You mean,...?" "Uh huh. She worked the night shift and she'd always come right in my room on her rounds to check on me. Special attention, you know?" "She,... molested you?" "It's a strong word, 'molested'. Let's just say that it was very much a necessary, mutual arrangement for me and I was damned lucky to be there." "Holy shit, Gina,... Ho-ly shit. I- I don't know what to say." "Like I said, it's all pretty dramatic. So, that's how I started dancing and, consequently, how I came to prefer women." "I,... but, do you ever,... I mean did you and Dottie,...?" "I got out of the shelter as soon as I was dancing and I never went back, or saw her again. Never wanted to. In fact, I left town soon after and never went back there, either." " ... Geez,... I guess you probably don't believe in God anymore, huh?" "I do believe. I always did and it had nothing to do with my parents, their doctrine, or their church. Besides, it's not God's fault that some of his followers are idiots, and you'll find a lot of nice people in Pentecostal churches, too." I hugged and kissed her for a half hour once we got back to her car, just out of commiseration. Wow, and I thought I had it bad in high school. Jan. 23/09 I've realized that, in a strange way, I've come to see Gina somewhat like I do my father. It's not just because of how they feel about the stripping thing, it's in the way that they both make me feel protected and looked after. Do I need that? I just turned nineteen and I'm trying to be independent, like Daddy always taught me to be, but I'm so reliant on Gina these days that I have to wonder. With that said, it doesn't bother me to see her in that way. She herself seems to have no problem with it and it's what I'm used to, it's just that it seems to stand in contradiction of the way I think I ought to be. In addition, there's this new protectiveness that I feel for her, given her history. Whenever I think of it, I get all angry and sad at the same time, wanting to hold her in my arms so nobody can ever hurt her again. If anybody ever does, they'll have me to deal with, this time. She and Daddy get along very well, in fact, they've gotten to know each other better. As I've written, she and I have spent two Friday nights here at home, her and him conversing easily. I've said it before and I'll say it again: Gina's quite a gal. As for Daddy, he puts up with us forcing him to the center of the couch so we can curl up and lean against him while we watch documentaries with Gina's inevitable white wine. The thing is, he sits there with no misconceptions toward her whatsoever, as if he innately knows she's a lesbian, or something. Gina was here tonight, actually, hanging out with us while we did an emergency, lower radiator hose job on Daddy's truck and helping me clean up when it was done. "You know," she said later on in my room, "I see what it is with you now." "How do you mean?" I asked, bare chested with my dirty work jeans on while, on my knees, I routed through the mess at the floor of my closet for some casuals that were clean enough. "You and your Daddy." I stopped my routing and twisted around on my hips, looking at her beautiful and agile form lounging on my bed with Lulu, an inquiring expression on my face. "Why you don't like boys, or any men you come across," she explained. "You compare them all to your father." I blinked at her, trying to process this completely unexpected observation in my mind, but could only come to, "What?" "It's called 'the daddy thing'. Some girls get it, then they get over it and find someone. Usually someone who doesn't measure up, unfortunately. Knowing your father like I'm getting to, that'll be some pretty stiff competition, he's quite a guy." she complimented with a smile. " ... You're saying I'm in love with my father?" "Lighten up, slutty, it's not that big a deal. It's common with girls who've been spoiled by their dad. Since he was your only parent and you were his only child, it's not surprising." "I'm not spoiled." She laughed out loud. "Well, I'm not." "Look around yourself, look at this room, your two computers, a stereo, a TV, DVD player, a leather coat with real fur, a full closet of clothes, a brand new, top of the line Singer,... That way you have of looking at him when you really want something." "A-!" I tried, alarmed that she knew about that, eliciting even more laughter from her as I sat with my mouth wide open in shock. "Not to mention the way he dotes on you." "Gina!" "The daddy thing." "I don't believe that for a second!" "It's no big deal, Kat. It's just one of those things. Besides, the way we're going, no man will ever be good enough to have the chance at being made miserable by you." "Gina!" She only laughed again, harder this time, petting Lulu and saying when she was done, "It's alright, it's cute and harmless. If anything, it's a compliment to your dad." "How do you know all this stuff, anyway!?" "Well,... exotic dancing is part of the porn industry. Certain knowledge deemed unfit for public consumption does float around and it's not like I haven't met a lot of dancers and heard a lot of talk in the dressing room." "I don't have a 'daddy thing'." "Oh, yes you do." "And I'm not spoiled." "Oh, you most certainly are." "All this stuff you see is stuff I got for Christmas gifts and for birthdays, you make it sound like he's out spending every pay on me. These clothes are my old school clothes." "Everything he buys you is top quality." "So, what?" "And if you wanted something, you'd do your little pouty routine for him, wouldn't you?" "What!? No!" "And you'd have every right to expect it to work, 'cause you know just when and how to use it and it's never failed you before." "Gina!" "Has it?" "I-! ... No." She began laughing again, but got off my bed and down on the floor beside me, putting her arms around my bare shoulders and kissing me. "It's alright, it's sweet. ... It's why you're going to be making a lot of tips." "Hm,... I'm getting pretty nervous about that. On the one hand, I dread the call, but on the other, I wish it would hurry up and come so I could get it over with. If I wasn't so horny, I wouldn't be able to hack it." "That'll be okay, too. Remember, you'll be with me and Hugh. He's an ex linebacker for the C.F.L.." "Meaning?" "Somebody who can crush most men by accident, if they're not careful. Everything will be fine. ... I love you, Kat." Her happy smile in no way diminished the sincerity of her statement. I slowly smiled and replied, "I love you, too. I have for quite a while. I'm so glad I met you for so many reasons." "I feel the same way." We ended up in the pile of clothes at the bottom of my closet, making out. I pulled her skirt up, she my jeans down and we had a very quiet, good time with each other for a little while. I really don't think I have this 'daddy thing', but I might be willing to entertain the idea that he spoils me. Just a little. I gotta admit, though, I thought my little girl routine was a lot more subtle. Daddy's not stupid, how does it work on him if it's that obvious? Jan. 28/09 I got the call from Gina yesterday. I was almost starting to believe I wouldn't, but I knew that it would come. We have a gig tonight. I didn't tell Daddy right away, didn't have the heart, I guess. That's the problem with having just dropped the subject from between us as though it doesn't exist. That and those worried glances that we sometimes catch in the others face when we turn around unexpectedly, or something. I was so nervous, I couldn't even masturbate. All I could do was divert my attention with the TV, sitting beside him all night until he went to bed. It's why I didn't write last night, too. My nerves just couldn't focus on anything else, but here's what happened. Dad's The Man Ch. 04 Almost two hours after Daddy went to bed, I got up to go, thinking I should have a good night's sleep, or at least one orgasm to calm me down. I got to my room, got changed into that very sexy, mid thigh length, red satin nightie, the one that shows so much of my boobies. I thought about panties, but didn't feel like it as I looked at my bedside table, the top drawer that held bob. (battery operated boyfriend) I sat on my bed and looked at myself in the mirror, trying to see a stripper there, finally somewhat able to see an exotic dancer. I know that's stupid, but,... I've heard of panic attacks and I think I had one sitting there, even as I was ordering myself to be calm and to think sexy thoughts. Maybe my usual state of horny helped to bring it on, what with the sudden pounding heart and the need to run up the stairs at Gina's apartment building all of a sudden. Some deep breaths, in and out, seemed to quell the condition somewhat, but I was still scared, thinking all kinds of crazy things. There wasn't much decision involved in suddenly fleeing my room and scampering down the hall, much less any personal debate. I did pause at the side of Daddy's bed, looking down at him for some moments after I'd crept into his room, but it was only because I was distracted by him sleeping there, my heart rate already falling as I looked at his peaceful face, his form under the blankets as he lay on his back. Making as little fuss as possible, I slipped into bed with him, covering myself with the blankets to my neck and lying on my side as he woke up. " ... Kitten?" In a small, breathless voice, I informed, "If I were a serial killer,... you'd be dead now." " ... What's wrong?" As lithe as I was while getting into bed, I was just as quick moving next to him, throwing one arm over his bare chest, my knee over his leg, cold foot touching the inside of his warm, bare calf. I rested my head on his shoulder and suddenly realized that he might not be wearing anything. "Kat!" "Daddy,... I work tomorrow night." " ... You're scared." I nodded a silent verification of this. He let out a deep breath that he must have been holding and relaxed a little, pausing before saying softly, "You can always back out. It's just money, you know." "I can't," I almost whispered. "I don't see why not." " ... You and Gina think that, but,... As scared as I am right now, I know how I'll feel in two days if I back out." He didn't say anything to this while I lay there as though I grew out of his side, suddenly aware that miffy was pressed firmly against his thigh, only the thin satin of my nightie between them. At first I was going to shift myself, but,... well, I just didn't. It would call attention to it and ruin the ever increasing state of calm that was working against my terrible anxiety. "Daddy?" "Yeah?" " ... I'm sorry." " ... You may find this hard to believe, but I do understand your reasons and how you see things. It's just,... Well, never mind." "I thought you did. I just didn't want to be all alone with my nerves. Sorry." "It's okay." " ... Daddy?" "Hmm?" "Well,... can you put your arm around me? It'd help me a lot. If you don't mind." Without saying anything, he put his arm around and under my shoulders, so I could cuddle in even closer, resting the side of my face on his chest, one of my boobies resting against his ribs and not completely separated by silk. I rotated my hips, squirming my lower body up his leg and opening my thighs further. My ankles wrapped subtly tighter around his leg as my hips finished their short maneuver to the top of his thigh, miffy very happy for the action she saw getting there, as I readjusted my grip across his big, hairy chest and under his arm. "Kitten, you know,... I hate like hell saying this and I can't believe I'm going to, but if it helps,... It's not that bad a thing. And I think you'll be alright. You sure as hell aren't afraid to fail." "Mmmmm," I sighed, pretty sure he was at least wearing boxers, or something. "I am afraid to fail. But I'm terrified of not trying. ... Thanks for what you said, but let's just go to sleep, okay Daddy?" "Okay, kitten." A minute later, mostly calm, knowing my accelerated heartbeat was due to my usual horny, I realized where I was. Of course, I couldn't help but think of what Gina said about the daddy thing just then. But, being there really did make me feel a lot better and it had been years since I'd crawled into his bed at night, due to the nightmares I would sometimes have as a little girl. I experienced again the safety, security and contentment of my father's arms, the sense of well being and protection that existed nowhere else and how it pushed my hormones faster. I felt miffy getting wet, but I didn't move, that being my reward for not grinding myself against his leg until I came. He was already gone when I woke up in his bed. The memory of where I was and why flooding into my awareness woke me up pretty effectively, but I didn't get out of bed right away. I don't remember falling asleep, only lying there horny as hell, but somehow satisfied to enjoy it. I did get up after a while. I've eaten, showered, dressed and everything, made sure all my stuff is ready ten thousand times and now I'm wondering if I should do a workout before Gina drops by after work at four thirty. I'll miss him. Getting my mind off him is half the reason I want to work out, even though exercise boosts the sex drive and I'm too nervous to use bob. Daddy's chest is so nice. Jan. 29/09 I still can't believe I did it! There's no way I can describe it, I just did what Gina said and, within about fifteen seconds, I was kinda into it. A half minute later I was somewhat comfortable with it as I flashed my panties under the red plaid, schoolgirl skirt, shorter than you'll ever see any actual schoolgirl wearing. The big thing was to just get into the sound of Madonna's voice, the words, the whole dirty feel of the song that I took from it, me not exactly a virgin and easily identifying. The clients loved it, especially when they began seeing more and more. I pulled my skirt up in front of one of them, a half drunk, happily grinning guy with a bald spot and a suit, swaying my hips to the beat. He took a fifty dollar bill out of his pocket and tucked it into the front of my small, white cotton panties and I was off. The rest of it came pretty easy. I blew him a dirty kiss that came with a complimentary naughty wink and moved to the next suit, turning my back to him and sticking my bum out, almost right in his face. Still swaying to the beat, back arched, I worked my skirt up in back, another bill being stuck into the backs of my panties as my hips swayed so raunchily to the beat, knowing he could see the outline of hot little miffy behind the crotch of the white cotton. Oh my god, I loved it. I took the skirt off then and there and did the horny little dance Gina helped me with in all sincerity, being every bit the part I was playing. And the more clothes I took off, the more turned on I became until I was totally naked and playing just above their laps, smiling at them, licking my lips while leaning over them, my hands on the armrests of their chairs. I exposed every part of myself like a horny little alley cat, playing with my boobies after I slowly pulled my shirt down to show them that the slutty schoolgirl wasn't even wearing a bra. Oh, my god! Wow, I just can't stop thinking about it and every time I do, I flush and get all horny, I love this so much! Even Gina was smiling, shaking her head and telling me I did great afterward. We each entertained together at the end, which somehow changed the experience. I performed with her while focusing on the clients, like she told me, but something about it was just different. I'm not sure in a good way, or bad. When Daddy got home earlier today, obviously, I had to wipe those excited smiles off my face in favour of one that was more reassuring. I made sure to get home before he did and neaten up some, getting the dishes done while preparing my specialty for him (chicken, of course) except this time with some Chinese that I'd bought on the way home. At the last minute, I changed into some old stuff from school that I'd recently run through the Singer. I started with a push up bra, covering that with a snug fitting, white sweater that's now cut off so that it gathers just below my boobies with a wide elastic band I used from an old skirt. I'm not sure Aunt Peggy would have done it the way I did, but it seems to work. I left intact the long sleeves and tight collar that completely obscures my chest, just the way a sweater is supposed to be, because I think it mixes daring and demur nicely that way. I'd decided on one of the skirts from last year. Not light, but not heavy either, the emerald green, spring and fall number was now a little tighter with a daring slit halfway up the front of one thigh from the hem that stopped less than halfway to my knees. I was just putting his newspaper on the coffee table for him, when I heard the truck pull up. Hurrying to the back door, I grabbed his slippers and waited, suddenly remembering how hard and powerful his thigh felt against miffy, how big he seemed beside my little body and how it would be if he just took me- We found ourselves staring at one another, he in the open door looking me up and down, me with a dreamy smile on my face. "Welcome home, Daddy." He smiled and shook his head, closing the door behind him and saying, "Kat, I swear,... I just don't know what to think of you sometimes." "Why?" I asked as I bent to start untying his work boots for him. "What are you doing?" "I'm helping you to feel relaxed and comfortable now that you're home in your castle." "My ca- Kat, I can take my own boots off." "I know that. Lift your foot." "Uhh,... O-kaaay." "I've got a really good supper on the happen, but the chicken is a little late, so it'll be about ten minutes. Do you want to sit on the couch with an early coffee till then?" " ... Sure. Chicken, huh?" "Special, this time," I said as I worked his boot off his foot and tossed it to the boot tray. Putting his slipper on in its place, I asked, "How was your day? Other foot." He laughed a little as he obediently raised his foot for me and said, "My day was the same old same old. ... How'd it go for you last night?" "It wasn't that bad, just like you said. I did pretty good, too, but the important thing is that I followed through. I got the job done, got paid and now I'm back here where I belong. Really sorry I missed you before I left yesterday, by the way." "It's okay. Maybe it was best so you wouldn't feel,... Kat, I hope you're not feeling guilty on my account. If I respect Gina while she has that job, I won't think any less of you, despite how much I'd rather you were doing something else, you don't have to change my footwear to make up." "Well,... I know you must worry and stress over it and I'm pretty lucky that you've been so understanding at the same time. But, that's not the only reason I'm treating you. I just wanted to do it because you deserve it. You're in your castle now and you should be treated like the King." I stood up and looked him in the eye once he was properly slippered, taking his lunchbox from him and saying, "Thanks for the other night, Daddy. You have no idea how much better you made me feel." "I don't like to see you so upset." I only smiled lovingly up at him and took his upper arm with my free hand to lead him to the living room couch, seeing him seated and handing him his paper. "I'll be right back with your coffee in just a jiffy." As much as I enjoyed dancing last night, I loved serving Daddy more, and I don't know which realization came as the bigger surprise. The great thing was that any of those three guys would have given their right arm to be where Daddy was and I was so happy to see him there. "Good?" I asked after he took a sip. "Perfect, as usual, thanks." "You're welcome. Do you like my outfit?" "Yeah, I noticed that. You sacrificed that sweater to the machine, didn't you?" "Yup, the skirt too. Hey, can you see the stitches above the elastic band?" I asked, taking the band in my hands and pulling down just a little, stretching it over my chest. " ... No." "Maybe you just can't see them good under there,... how about now?" I asked, giving him a profile pose, filling my lungs and sticking my chest out just a little. " ... No. Not from here." "Do the stitches pinch and squeeze the wool, like can you tell they're there at all?" "Well, you can tell that the elastic starts there, but it's not a bad thing. I think you did good." "Would you wear it out?" "Well, no. I'd look pretty stupid wearing that, wouldn't I?" I laughed and said, "Daa-ddy! You know what I mean, would I look stupid?" "Ha, no, kitten, you wouldn't look stupid in a burlap sack. It's actually a lot more,... (ahem) conservative than what you've been wearing lately." "I'll wear it out with Gina tomorrow night, then. Thanks." "No problem," he said. "I have to admit, you're a lot happier. I knew you were depressed about not being able to find work, but,..." I gave him a big smile and walked to his side, bent and gave him a peck right on the lips, saying afterward, "You're the best, Daddy." He loved my chicken with Chinese. I loved watching him eat it, catching myself smiling as he did while I sat straight backed in the chair across from him, my knees together, the tines of my fork resting on my plate. Most of all, things were right. I got what I wanted, a job that paid good money and everything was back to normal with me and Daddy. Well, not exactly normal. Feb. 01/09 I had a pretty interesting talk with Daddy today while we were solving an eave troughing issue at the back of the house. "Daddy, do you remember when I asked you if Sheila was kinky?" "What? Oh, yeah." "Well, it turns out that I didn't know exactly what that word meant then. So,... well, now that I do know, I kinda want to ask the same question again." "Oh, is that all?" he asked sarcastically, having gained the top of the ladder and observing the issue from there. "Fuck, it's frozen like we figured. Gimmie the hammer." I handed it up to him and watched him tap the bottom of the long section of metal troughing. "Kinky,..." he sighed, keeping an eye on the mounting points while I went back to holding the ladder. "Kitten,... everyone has their kinks. I mean, the term itself is a joke, the way it's defined." "Okay, so what were hers? " ... She liked it rough." " ... Like, how rough?" "It'd depend, sometimes pretty rough." " ... Did you? Like it rough, I mean?" "Wasn't something I thought about until I met her, but after I got used to it, yeah, I liked it alright. Watch yourself," he added as he put more force into the trough with his hammer. "What else?" " ... She definitely loved oral. Shit, it's weird telling you this stuff. Why do you wanna know, anyway?" "Well,... I don't know. I mean, I do, but I'm not sure you'd understand." "Kitten, I understand why you became an exotic dancer; I'm not the uptight fuck you think I am. Try me," he invited, picking large chunks of ice out of the trough and flinging them out to the snow covered lawn. "I- Well, I,... I understand how Sheila could have come to what she was." He looked down at me, his eyebrow raised. "Don't misunderstand, Daddy, I'm not condoning the things she did, or the way she was, I'm just saying that I understand how she could have come to that." "How's that? Watch yourself while I whack the shit out of this." "Personal experience," I replied after he finished bashing the troughing some more. "You're beating the crap outta that. Can you just stay still until I get a piece of two by four?" "I can't see any-" "Daddy! Stop leaning down like that! You can't see it from where you're at, just stay still till I get some wood, okay!?" "Fuck, alright, don't get so excited. I'm waiting to hear you elaborate on this personal experience when you get back, too." In a few minutes I was back, handing him the two foot long piece of two by four which he took in his bare hand, even though it was cold as hell out. He bashed at the troughing some more, really breaking the ice up now and without making all those crescent moon dents. "Do the outside too, it's all bowed out anyway," I observed. "Not just yet, I want to be able to grab it out in big chunks. So, what's this personal experience?" "Well, I haven't been out whoring around, if that's what you mean." "I didn't say that." "Sorry. No, I,... Well, I feel the way she must have." "How do you mean?" " ... In a nutshell, I'm a pretty horny girl." He was about to whip a piece of ice out to the lawn and he froze, looking down at me. I shrugged my shoulders, looking straight ahead at the fifth rung of the ladder and explained, "I can't help it." After a moment, he whipped the piece of ice in his hand and went for another, seemingly a little more thoughtful in his actions this time. "I do what I can to deal with it." " ... Can I ask you a personal question?" " ... I'd rather just answer it than have to hear you ask. No, I'm not a virgin." He nodded a bit, but didn't alter his ice gathering. "It was a mistake. I can't say it was an accident because it isn't like I tripped and fell on,... well,... I guess all I can say is that the experience was enough to keep me from making the same mistake twice. I wish I could have told you yes." "Don't worry about it, kitten. Mistakes are inevitable. Learning from our mistakes is one of the wisest things people can do." "Can we talk about something else?" "Yeah." "Thanks. Um, did you know anything about how she was raised or her history at all?" "Not much. Like I say, she was from out of town. She said she was from Toronto, had two sisters and that she was the middle child. ... Said her father was a produce broker, and that she just got tired of home and split. Told me her middle name, Marie,... nothing else that I can think of, off hand." " ... Hm. ... What would you do if she came back? Like, if she knocked on the door tonight and stuff?" He laughed without a lot of humour at the idea of this and said, "Jeez, I don't know. What would you do?" "I'd throw her the hell out," I promptly answered. "Really? I'd have thought you'd like to talk to her. Watch it down there." After he finished breaking more ice apart, I replied, "I would, but I wouldn't have her in my house." "Heh,... your house? A few nights ago, I was King and it was my castle." "That's right and it still is, but I'm the Queen and there's only room for one of those." "Ha, haaaa! Really!?" "That's right. And if the dirty old slut didn't want to go, I'd put the paratroopers to her. She had her chance." "Wow. So, no second chances, huh? What if she's changed? People do sometimes, you know. "Even if she did, you wouldn't want her. Trust me." He went to laugh at this, then caught my meaning, my recognition of how unsure he was of how he'd react to seeing her at our door. His smile slowly turned to that reassuring one that I love so much as he paused in his work, looking down at me. "I wouldn't have her, anyway. What else do you wanna know?" "How do you do it?" "Excuse me?" "It's been a long time for you, and I get the idea that she was the only one,... you know. How do you hack it?" He shrugged and said, "Same way you do, I expect." " ... You really loved her at some point, though, huh?" "Yeah." "Were you, um,... infatuated? With her body, I mean? Her looks and all that?" Dad's The Man Ch. 04 Yes. She was,..." "Did she teach you a lot? About sex?" "Pretty much everything that wouldn't have come naturally." " ... What a useless little whore,... isn't she?" "Yeah." He went back to scooping and flinging ice while I paused, looking up at him as he worked, somehow producing the nerve to ask, "What was your favourite thing?" "Hmm?" "Well,... what was your favourite kink?" He stopped again and slowly smiled, his mood of a minute ago lifting and said, "I'm not answering that." "Why not?" "Uh, because it's personal?" "Daddy, that's no fair, I told you some personal stuff." "It's different." "Just as personal." "Kat, what you're asking- "Daa-ddy, tell me!" I said in that childishly demanding, impatient whine. "No!" "No fair, I told you I wasn't a virgin!" "Why do you want to know?" "I just dooo! Daddy, if you don't tell me, I'll kick the ladder over!" "Pff! Like fuck you will!" "Tell me!" "Okay, alright already! Jeez, you're a horrible little thing sometimes!" "Tell me." " ... I liked, well, we both liked it when I,... Uh,... well, ejaculated on her face. There, are you happy?" "(giggle)" "Oh, fuck. That's why you wanted to know, to make fun." "(giggle)" "Kitten, I swear to god," he laughingly warned, "I'll spank your little bum cherry red. I only told you that because I thought you had some good reason for asking." "Right on her face, Daddy? You're kinky!" "In a second, I'm gonna kick this ladder over myself! You tricked me and you better not use that against me!" "I could only smile up at him, giggling happily and picturing him ejaculating in my face. Feb. 07/09 I did it! Oh, my god, what a difference! I was standing in the drug store Friday night, looking at the box when Gina walked up with the multivitamins she wanted in her hand, smiling cautiously. "I was going to suggest it for your act, but I didn't know how you'd feel about it," she said. "How do you think it would look?" I asked, looking at the shade of blonde I'd selected. "Well,... you know how you'd look. You've already seen it in the pictures." "You think I should?" "Were it not for Sheila, I'd say yes, if only for professional reasons, but it's really your decision." "I've never done this before. Would you help?" "Of course I would." "Tonight?" "Sure." I kept looking at the box in the checkout lineup, trying to remember from the picture if this really was the right shade. Of course, I couldn't ask Gina's opinion. I still haven't told her about my revelation on the daddy thing. She loves it and so do I. What a shock, though, to see myself in the mirror like that. To see Sheila, in effect. It's so weird, the overall effect on my looks, and I still can't get over it, even as I look in my dresser mirror right now. "Close your eyes!" I called from the back door when I got home earlier today. "I'm doing the dishes." "Well, Daddy, the dishes aren't explosive! C'mon, close your eyes, okay!?" "Alright, they're closed." "Okay, keep your eyes closed, but turn around. Don't open them until I tell you, okay?" I urged as I walked into the kitchen after having taken my coat off. "Yeah, yeah." "Are you ready?" I asked, standing across the kitchen table from him. I was wearing a new, dark purple, sleeve dress. It was very short with a low, wide, squared neckline that showed a lot of cleavage and went with my new blonde hair very well. In my heels, I struck a bit of a pose before I was ready. "Okay, turn to your right just a biiiiit more,..." "Aw, Kat, for cryin' out loud, I wanna catch Mayd-" "Okay, open your eyes." Boy, did his eyes open. His jaw sagged and the mug he was holding slipped right out of his fingers, miraculously not breaking when it hit the floor. "Kathleen,..." "(giggle)" "Holy,... jeez,..." "Do you like it?" " ... Uh,... well, yeah,..." "Pretty radical change for just a hair colour, huh?" He only nodded, visibly trying to pull himself together. "I love it, so does Gina." "Uhh,... you know who you look like, right? I mean,... Peg's gonna trip out." I shrugged and said, "I always looked like her and I dyed it for professional reasons, I can't help Aunt Peggy's feelings." "Yeah,... You just tell her that when she sees you, and don't forget to elaborate on your professional reasons. I'm sure she'll understand." "Daddy, I love Peggy, but I can't make decisions based on what makes her happy. But,... if you want me to change it back, I will." He couldn't stop looking, but managed, "I,... I'm not an embittered old drunk. I can get over it." Well, I'm standing there, looking at him and thinking, "What's this, now?" "Peggy's an embittered drunk?" "You didn't know she drinks?" "No. What's she bitter about, Sheila and Dennis?" He nodded again, his eyes involuntarily, quickly running up and down my body. "After all these years? Jeez. ... Of course, it does explain a few things. Go sit down now, Daddy, I'll get those." " ... The dishes? I'm almost done." "I'll finish, go sit down. Did you have a good weekend?" I asked pushing him out of the way with my hip and plunging my hands into the sink to find the dishrag." "Y- uhh, yeah." "Miss me?" "Uh huh." "I missed you, too. My weekends with Gina are fun, but it's good to get back home to you. Hey, do you like my outfit?" "Awesome." "Daddy, 'awesome' is out like, wooden teeth." "So am I. Fuck, I'm sorry, kitten, I just can't get over the change. I'm not saying you weren't pretty before, but now it's this whole other,... thing." "But you do like it," I said, more as a question than an assumption. "Oh, yeah." "You really don't want me to change it back?" "No, not if you like it." "Good." "You'll have to get a can of mace just to get the groceries from now on, especially if you show up at the deli section dressed like that." "(giggle)" "You know what, though?" "What?" "I like the clothes you run through your machine better. You're getting pretty good at that, you know." "Thanks. I have Aunt Peggy to thank for that, though." "Yeah,... Look, I wasn't exaggerating about her. You're right about not making decisions based on what she wants, but that doesn't mean,... Maybe I should run stuff out to her from now on, not that I won't have to hear-" "No, you do enough and it's a lot more convenient for me to get that errand done while you're at work. Besides, she hasn't eaten a potato that you didn't pay for in years and every time something goes wrong over there, or needs to be fixed, who ends up running over? We do. I'm sorry she's sad about what Sheila did, but it's not our fault and we've been nothing but good to her, so she'll just have to get real and get over it." He hissed a short laugh at this, looking at me with yet more surprise in his face. "What?" I asked. " ... You're right. You know, even if you weren't my daughter, I'd like you." "Awww!" I said, putting my sudsy hand at the back of his neck as I stood on my tiptoes to give him a peck right on the lips. "Go sit down and watch Mayday, I'll be in when I'm done the dishes and after I neaten up a little." He blushed. Actually blushed. And I kept catching him looking at me out of the corner of my eye as I dried the dishes and tidied around him, cheerily humming the theme from Thomas the Tank Engine. Feb. 18/09 When Daddy took his coat off after coming in the back door today, I noticed the bandages wrapped around his forearm right away. "Daddy, what happened!?" I asked, gently taking his hand, alarmed because I know the plant isn't the safest work environment in the world. "It's nothing." "Don't tell me it's nothing, your arm is all wrapped in bandages, what happened?" "Fitz's grinder stone exploded, it was one of those thin little 'zip cutters'." "Oh my god, you don't even let me use those things, you could have been killed!" "Hardly." "You told me one of those things could cut my throat if it ever exploded!" "Calm down, I'm okay. Just a few stitches-" "I'm taking your boots off, I don't care what you say, this time!" I did this, getting him into the bathroom afterwards despite his protests, and carefully removed the bandages, finding blood halfway through. "Daddy, when did this happen?" "Just after first break. Spent half my shift at the stupid outpatient before I got back." "You worked the rest of the day!?" "Well, yeah. Kitten, I told you, it's not that serious, it's just a flesh wound." Once I got the bandages off and his forearm carefully cleaned, I counted fourteen stitches holding a ragged gash together, three of them popped. "Ohh, Daddy! Fuck, what were you thinking? That's how you get infections! Why did those boobs at the plant even let you finish the day? God-dammit!" "Kitten, it looks a lot worse than it is, calm down, I'm a lot tougher than that, okay?" "Oh, yes, 'calm down, kitten'," I fumed, whipping the bloodied bandages in the garbage and turning to the sink to wash my hands. "Infection is a serious thing, Daddy! How tough would you feel if you lost your arm, you,... silly man!" "Fuuuck!" he complained. "You even popped three stitches and I can't fix that!" I continued to fume, angrily soaping my hands. "Daddy, you should have come home! Fuck sakes, you haven't taken a sick day in over four years, I think this qualifies, don't you?" "Yeah, yeah," he sighed. "Well, you're not working tomorrow, or for the rest of the week, either." "Now who's being silly? I'm going to work tomo-" "I'll call you in sick myself, If I have to," I said, drying my hands. "And if I get any argument from you, I'll march right down there and find the stupid bastard who's responsible for not sending you home today to give him shit." "You would not, you're too shy." I stopped, bending so that my face was at the same level as his where he sat on the toilet, probably giving him one hell of a view down my blouse and said, "Daddy, I'm an exotic dancer. How hard do you think that would really be for me now?" He only sat there and blinked at me in reply. "That's right. You're taking the rest of the week off so that gash can at least have a chance to close over and that's that." "Yes, Ma'am," he said, saluting sarcastically with his left arm. Where in hell did you learn to curse and swear like that, anyway?" "From you. I'm gonna clean this up and pour some peroxide over it so I can redo it with a clean wrap, so just hold still, cause I'm afraid this is gonna hurt." I huffed. "If it gets me away from you faster-" "You're not getting away from me at all." Why does he do this stuff? Stupid, macho acts that endanger him uselessly and he doesn't even understand why I get upset! I mean, it's coming to a point where I'm going to have to buy a chain and padlock for that ladder. He almost never wears eye protection in the garage, probably as often as he wears gloves at work, and he never wears a mask unless he's painting, or dealing with fiberglass. They must not have showed proper safety videos and stuff in schools and on TV when he was growing up, or something. Feb. 19/09 Got 'the call' from Gina earlier today, and we have a job tomorrow night. Unfortunately, that wrecks our usual Friday night out, but it may be just a different way to have fun with her. I do feel a bit bad about the way I've been distracted by Daddy lately, also for still not having told her what's been going on. I'm still not sure how she'd take it. I worry about her sometimes. I love her, but I'm not a lesbian, even though I was beginning to suspect I may be a little while ago. I know how she loves me and, as much as I love her back, I know it's not in quite the same way, not as a lesbian. The thing is, I've always wanted cock. The vibrator never completely fulfilled my needs and it couldn't, not without the rest of the body behind it in just the way I'd always imagined. Just the way it was when I spent the night in Daddy's bed with him. I know it's unfair not to tell her, but she knows these things about me and always has. Meanwhile, the reality of my own ambitions have finally sunk in. I am and have been actively working to seduce my own father. Gina was right in that I've been holding other men up to him and each one I looked at failed. Should I lower the bar? How can I look at some guy I'd never trust like I do Daddy, some comparative loser that I had to lower the bar for in order to tolerate? Take the guy who did security for our last gig, the ex football player. Sure he's a nice guy, sure he's all big and strong and sure I could probably have him if he isn't married. But he's just a washed up old athlete and if he wasn't, if he was still playing, he'd probably be looking down on me. He'd just use me for a fuck and toss me aside for the next one. And you know what else? I wouldn't want him anyway because he's too big and what in hell does some clown in a sports uniform ever really accomplish, anyway? Linebacker? I say, who gives a shit? If I were broken down on the side of the road, what good would that do me? He probably wouldn't even stop. Anyway, I once saw Daddy actually pick up an engine block and put it on a stand. Daddy could probably beat the linebacker to a pulp in less than fifteen seconds. See, there's just no doubt, is there? I decided to give him a special treat tonight. With a couple of extras. First, I wore my short, black, pleated skirt, the one I got when I first met Gina, and a really nice white blouse I bought last weekend. It's just a little too short to tuck in and barely translucent enough to make out the lacey patterns on my sexy white bra beneath it. I wanted him to have something nice to look at. Then, after serving him a couple beer, since he won't be going back to work until Monday, I told him I had a little surprise for him. "There was a time when that wouldn't make me nervous," he noted with the smallest grin on his face, having lowered his novel to look over at me. "No, you'll like it," I said, getting up and rounding the coffee table to his side to hold out my hand to him. His grin got wider, but also full of suspicion as he cocked his head, scratching his forehead thoughtfully while looking at me. "Daddy, come on!" I coaxed with a big smile. "Ughh. I know I'll regret this." I led him by the hand and my big smile down the hall to his bedroom where, on the nightstand, was the bottle of massage oil I'd heated up a little earlier. I also had the lights dimmed, soft rock on the clock radio and some pillows set up on his bed. "Okay, what's this?" "I'm giving you a massage." "You- I don't get massages." "That's why I'm giving you one. You'll like it and it'll make you feel a lot better." "No, no, I mean that it's a luxury that I don't get, so there's no use teasing myself with one." "What?" "I don't like to have unrealistic luxuries. They're just another useless want." "Daddy, that's crazy talk." "It's not, believe me. Not when you're single," he laughed. "Fine, I'll give you a massage every weekend. Take your shirt off and get on the bed, on your front." "You can't be serious." "What's the problem? Just get on the bed and let me pamper you." "Kitten, I'm not the kind of man who's into being pampered." "That's why you deserve to be! Daddy, I went to a lot of trouble here, just please take off your shirt and lay down, okay!?" " ... (sigh) Fine." "You're welcome," I mumbled. "Awww, come on, I'm doing it, aren't I?" I only raised my eyebrows as he began taking off his shirt in front of me, trying not to leer at his hairy chest and nice, flat stomach with the dark line of hair running down past his belly button and inside his pants. Where his cock is. "Thanks, kitten," he resignedly said with a little smile as he pulled his shirt tails out and shrugged the garment down over his ripply shoulders and yummy, powerful arms. Oh my god, I could feel miffy heating up just watching this, my own father! After he got on the bed, facing away from me, I feasted my eyes on his back, unbuttoning my blouse and taking it off before grabbing the heated oil, the little bra that showed the insides of my boobies the only thing left on my upper body. "You're getting on me?" he asked as I quickly straddled his upper legs, just below his butt. "I pretty much have to if I'm gonna do this right." I poured some oil in one palm and rubbed it with the other before reaching forward to grab his shoulders and spread some around there, rubbing nicely and getting a moan out of him right away. "Nice, isn't it?" "Mmm. Yeah, it is. You got me there, alright." "I need to move up," I said, lifting myself and moving forward to sit on his bum, getting quite a thrill out of that as I reached to begin exploring those shoulders in earnest. "Uhhhh, jeez, kitten. That really is,... Oh, wow." "Told you." "Yuh, you did. Mmm!" I took my time and went everywhere, thoroughly enjoying myself for almost a half hour on his back, shoulders and sides. It was great, rocking miffy on his bum and feeling him all over, pressing my oiled fingers here and there, experiencing the hard tone of his muscles, enjoying the thrill of his low sounds of pleasure at my touch. And there I was in my bra, nipples visibly erect and pushing against the lace barriers. I just couldn't believe myself and I think I was getting off on the chance I was taking as much as feeling Daddy's muscles. "Turn over now, I'll do your chest and arms," I softly instructed, heart pounding with the knowledge that he was about to see me without my top. He was definitely surprised, but the mood I'd created, along with the beer, muted his initial reaction. "Uhh,... Kitten,..." "Lay back," I said, gently pushing him down by the shoulders while I re-straddled him. "What happened to your shirt?" "It's new and expensive and I didn't want to get this oil all over it. Doesn't bother you, does it? Seeing me in my bra?" " ... Aheh! Well, you are my daughter and-" "Oh, Daddy! Relax while I do your arms," I pressed, getting comfortable on his pelvis. He let me, albeit nervously, but once I got his first arm oiled up and got to work on it, he mellowed out. I loved it, oh my jeez, did I love it! I tried not to smile as wide as when I was doing his back as I started with his big hands and worked my way to his wrists and forearms. "Put your hand on my shoulder," I said, suddenly feeling something begin to press against my moist lips from underneath me. I leaned forward, slowly rubbing the inside if his bicep and feeling myself grind against that growing protrusion. I pretended it wasn't happening as I turned my wrist to cup his tricep, kneading lovingly, then rubbing up and down, caressing my way back to the top of his bicep. I just can't describe how it was to feel him harden underneath me, right against miffy in that little skirt and bra while I palmed his beautiful arms. I was so happy and excited, I could have exploded. "Other arm. Be careful, remember." "I remember," he sighed looking at me with a very pleasurable kind of low key panic in his eyes, his breathing a little quick, chest heaving more than usual. I carefully took the injured arm and began with his hand, as I did the other, asking, "See this bra?" "Pretty hard to miss it," he said. "I'm glad to hear you say that because I paid almost seventy Dollars for it. Can you believe that?" I asked, making him gasp a little as I repositioned myself a bit. "It- it is a lot." "I don't think I'm going to wear it much, I don't want to wear it out. I'll wear the cheaper stuff around the house and that. Besides, some of the cheap stuff is pretty nice, they just don't last as long and aren't usually very comfortable." Dad's The Man Ch. 05 Feb. 23/09 Well, guess who I visited today? I'll give you a hint: She only stood and stared with a dazed expression when she saw me. She was wearing light blue gym pants and a mauve sweater and it looked like she'd been working out, or something. I was immediately hit by the guilty memories of how I was squatting nude in front of a total stranger a few nights ago, my feet on the arms of his chair, legs spread while I stroked miffy with my naughty, blonde schoolgirl smiles right in his face. I forced my mind from that and centered on the job at hand, that being the repair of Aunt Peggy's basement door, which reportedly wasn't closing properly. I was wearing an older pair of snug fitting, black work jeans and a new, gray and blue, rawhide welding jacket that Daddy got me a little while back over a black sweater. I like it because it's short, warm and comfy and the gray is under the arms in wide panels and they make my boobies stand out, especially when it's unzipped. My hair, the sole and current focus of her attention, was tied back in a ponytail as I stood there in my paratroopers, a tool kit in my hand and scratching my nose, sniffing from the cold before politely breaking the ice. "Quite a change, huh?" " ... Yeah." "Um, anyway, I came over to fix your basement door." After another pause that was just long enough to become a bit uncomfortable, relative to the already present level of discomfort, she smiled suddenly, saying, "Sorry. It just,... Have you eaten?" "Yes. How have you been?" "Good, good. Yourself?" "Great." I replied. "Did you ever find a job?" "No. I'm still looking, but I don't expect anything till spring." "Well, come in and have a coffee." "I should get to the door and have a look first, but later on would be great." "Alright." It didn't take long to find the problem and about twenty minutes later, what could be done for the short term was done. "Is the offer of coffee still open?" I asked at the top of the stairs, taking my boots off and putting them beside my tool kit. "Sure is," she called from the living room, the area she often refers to as her 'inner sanctum', and out of my immediate sight. "How's it coming?" "All done for now," I reported, walking into the kitchen and going for the cupboard where she kept her mugs. She came in and sat at her kitchen table with her own coffee already in hand. "For now?" she asked, unable to keep her eyes off my hair. "It's not good," I said, moving to her percolator. "The door frame's rotten and so is the door sill. I gotta come back, probably next week when we can get some wood and stuff together and rebuild it. Door's fine, though." "Oh. Did you get the door closed? I heard some banging." "Yup, I shoved it into the frame, took some of the strapping down from the ceiling and boarded it up good so it's whether proof and safe until I can get it fixed." "You're doing it?" "Yeah, it's easy," I assured her, milking and sugaring my coffee. "You're father's not coming out?" "No, I'll be here in the daytime while he's working." "Oh. So, how is he?" "Good. Got hurt at work last week, though." "What happened, is he alright?" "A grinder wheel exploded near him. He's got a bunch of stitches and it's gonna scar, but there's no serious damage," I said, sitting across from her and taking a sip. "Well, thank god. ... Oh, I just remembered,... I have to have my septic tank cover dug out in a few months so I can get a sucker-truck in here and get it emptied. Will he still be able to do that?" I paused ever so briefly as my eyes leapt from my coffee to her face, then took my sip, swallowing and setting the cup down impassively before saying, "No, actually. I'll be doing that." " ... His arm won't be healed by then?" "Oh yes, I just don't want him doing that stuff anymore, if I can help it." "Why?" "He's not a young man and I don't like seeing him do that stuff anymore." She laughingly replied, "Kat, your father's not that old, he's still in good shape. Very good shape." "Yup, and he's gonna slow down a bit so he stays that way. Besides, there's no need for him to be doing that stuff, I'm perfectly capable." " ... Hm. Well, maybe your friend will help you out. What was her name?" "Gina." I answered, suddenly smiling at the thought and deciding right then and there to ask her, wondering if she'd ever even touched a dirt shovel before. "And yeah, she just might. I wouldn't doubt it." "May I ask you something?" she inquired. "Sure." "How did you ever meet her?" I picked up my coffee cup for a sip to buy time before I answered. "Out job hunting one day," I said, putting the cup back down. "I had to take a side trip to get some shopping done, bras and panties, and I was too embarrassed to take them to the checkout, so I asked her." "Just picked her out of the crowd?" "Not exactly. I waited for a woman who seemed like a nice person. She was and we got talking when I paid her back and got my stuff." "She seems like a lot of fun." "She is," I replied. "Call me crazy, but you don't seem so shy anymore." "I don't?" "No. Oh, it's a good thing, don't get me wrong, but tell me,... What would ever possess you to dye your hair blonde?" "I never liked it the way it was. Mousy brown bleck. Do you like it, by the way?" "Oh, it really does something for you, alright. What does your father think of it?" "You know him. His biggest problem was how to tell me it looked good without making it sound like he didn't like my hair before," I said with a smile, rolling my eyes. "I suppose it goes over big with all the guys when you and Gina go out, eh?" she asked me with an insider's knowing smile. "Well, men look, yeah." "Uh huh, first they look, then they're feeding you some line, then they're wanting to get into your panties. That's always the way with them, eh?" "I don't know. I mean, I never really meet any, unless you count sales clerks, or whatever." "I'd think she would have taken you to some pretty good parties," she said casually, taking a drink of her coffee afterwards while watching me over the rim of her mug. "No. I don't like associating with people who party like that and neither does Gina. Big drinkers are big losers." I took a drink of my own coffee then, savouring the taste as it mingled with the sudden silence from across the table. Hey, she deserved it. How can she snap at me for pumping information when she turns around and does the same thing to me? "Your mother sure liked her alcohol," she finally offered in a slightly clipped tone. "I'm not surprised. Did you ever drink with her?" I asked innocently. Her friendly exterior slipped a little further at that, alright. "Oh, Aunt Peggy, I,... didn't mean it to sound like that. I know you're not like that, I meant casually." Her eyes glanced to my hair again, as they had been every once in a while, and back to my face as composure returned to hers. "I associated with her, before I knew what all she'd accomplish, when I thought she was just a simple slut." "Was she,... wild?" "She liked to dance, liked the attention of every man in the room. She'd get a bit drunk and act all silly, falling into men's arms and making it look so innocent, a big sexy joke, or accident. Next thing you know, she's in a man's lap, laughing and asking how she got there." "Peggy,..." "Hmm?" "Was there anything nice about her at all?" She looked at me with a smile that showed all the bitterness Daddy had mentioned and said, "She didn't come back. Well,... not really." Her eyes glanced up at my hair again as she said her last words. I took a drink of my coffee, wondering which way I should jump at this. "I'm told we look a lot alike," I decided aloud. "Oh, I never realized myself, until,..." "Hm," I lightly commented. Taking me in for a moment, she said, "You're like,... some eerie reminder from the past." " ... Oh,... Okay. Um, I didn't know it would bother you, Aunt Peggy. I'm sorry. Look, I should probably go, anyway," I said, getting up and turning for the door. "Thanks for the coffee and I'll call to make sure you'll be home the night before I come over, okay?" "Kat,..." "Yes?" I asked, spinning in my socked feet on her bright linoleum floor. "I didn't mean that the way it sounded." " ... I know." "Give my best to your father. I'll be by soon to check on his arm." " ... Yeah." She depressed me with that comment about me being an eerie reminder, somehow. I drove home feeling like I was Sheila's ghost and reconsidered my hair. Daddy wanted to know how it went when I picked him up at work, but I just told him she was shocked and speechless for a second and kept looking at my hair. I don't want them fighting and I especially don't want him to have to deal with any flak from her on account of me. Feb. 27/09 OH -- MY -- GOD! Wait till you hear what happened, I'm still freaked out about it, even after masturbating, and god knows what Daddy is thinking right now! Okay, I'm trying to calm myself. It's not working. Right, it's a little later and I've had time to masturbate again and come down a bit. Here's what happened: First of all, Gina had a private gig tonight, so I stayed home with plans between us to hook up tomorrow. Me and Daddy settled in for a nice quiet evening of TV with the lights on low, each of us having a couple of beer and just taking it easy. I wore a dress I'd purposefully bought for him, a nice dark blue one with white buttons, spaghetti straps, very short hemline and, best of all, it buttons up the back. I bought a white garter belt too, but the dress was too short and I didn't want to be obvious. Way too soon for that. He was at his end of the couch as usual, me leaning against him while we watched a special about how the military tech of WW2 helped to develop today's world. "Daddy?" "Hmm?" "Can I have a massage tonight? I promise I'll get you on Sunday, okay?" " ... That's only fair. I've never given a massage before, though. It probably won't be as good as yours." "It's not hard, it's only a back rub. Just work all the areas that get sore on you." "Alright, but how are we going to do it?" "How do you mean?" "My room, or yours? And how do we work your,... well, your dress and bra." "Just a minute," I said, getting up and hurrying to the kitchen where I had the bottle of massage oil heating in a pot of water. I came back and directed him to the middle of the couch, trying to contain my excitement as he smiled tolerantly and slouched there like I told him so he'd be comfortable. I handed him the bottle and laid across him on my front so that my midsection was in his lap, my head resting on a cushion at the end of the couch with my arms drawn up under it. Settling in, I said, "There. Now just unbutton my dress and you can do it." " ... Okay." I closed my eyes against the black and white footage on TV, feeling his big fingers starting at the top of my dress, undoing each button down my back till he got to the bottom. There was a slight hesitation before I felt my dress being pulled slowly open. A moment later, his big, oil warmed hand was between my shoulder blades and I let out a moan before I could stop myself. "You must be sore." "Mmmm. I work out a lot." He applied more pressure and started rubbing up and down my back, not going too low, I noticed, his pace telling me of his uncertainty. "Ohh, yeah. You're doing good, Daddy. Just like,... thaaaat." "What about your bra strap?" "Unclasp it, or leave it if you like." "Won't the oil ruin it? "It's a cheap one, I don't care if it does." He left it, either because it turned him on, or he didn't feel right about unclasping it, I have no idea, but his hand was making me feel really good regardless, and I lay there with a gleeful smile. "Mmm." We watched as the TV explained how the British managed to bugger up Germany's air raids with radar, me making little mewling sounds of pleasure as he squeezed my shoulders deliciously, giving me goose bumps all the way down to the backs of my knees, one of which he rested his other hand on. Oh, god, it was so good. Just not quite good enough and, after about twenty minutes, I had another request. "Daddy, rub my bum." I said quietly. His hand froze on my back and after a pause, he asked, "What?" "Rub my bum," I repeated as though there was nothing unusual about it. "Uh, kitten,... I can't do that." With a bit of my 'innocent little girl' thing, I asked, "Why?" "Because I'm your father and it's not proper." "But it's sore, I run up twelve stories, Daddy." "Kitten-" "Daddy, rub my bum," I whined, bouncing my pelvis in his lap impatiently. "Pleeeeease?" I was getting pretty nervous, running out of tricks and things to tell him when his hand lifted from the back of my knee. "Alright, just,... Okay," he said as his hand landed at the top of my cheeks. "No, under my dress, so you can use the oil." "Wh,...?" "Yes, Daddy, you have to do it right." I petulantly ruled. I thrilled as I felt the back of my dress being pulled up and I had to see it. Bending one knee and parting my thighs slightly, I pushed myself up and looked over my shoulder so I could see as he slowly uncovered my white, low cut, thin cotton panties with the pink edging that left the bottoms of my cheeks exposed. I felt a slight stir beneath my pelvis as his hand settled at the top of my bum again and slowly rubbed back and forth. "Mmm. Use the oil." "But, your panties,... "Squirt some inside, it's alright," I said with a smile. "Are you sure you want me to do this?" he asked, looking at me as the front of my dress slipped down, exposing one cup of my white demi bra. "Yes, Daddy, squirt some oil down my panties. A lot, okay?" He looked at me, undecided for an instant before his eyes found their way down to that bra cup and over my back, returning to my very well toned bum as he held the bottle and his erection grew, pushing at my abdomen. Without a word, he slowly stuck the business end of the bottle down inside the waistband and squirted, watching the cotton soak and become translucent in an ever growing patch. "Mmm, yeah. Like that. Squirt some more." He did, soaking both sides and running his hand over the cotton. "Oh, yes! I whispered, arching my back and raising my bum to his hand, lowering it again, allowing his cock a little repositioning room in the process. "Mmmm. More. Squirt it all over, Daddy." Oh, god it was so good. He sprayed one, long, heavy shot after another down the back of my panties, right between my cheeks until it began to flow down between them, soaking the crotch and my already wet miffy. I parted my thighs a little more and moaned as he caressed my hips. When he was done there, he squirted more all over my lower cheeks as I watched, then shot a long stream down my crotch, another directly at miffy. The feel of the warm stream hitting my swollen lips through the cotton was out of this world and I gasped audibly. "Like that?" he asked quietly, not looking at me, only my bum now. "Yes, Daddy. Rub my bum now, okay?" And he did. He started at the top while I turned back around, resuming my previous position and squirming against him a little, settling in and getting comfortable now that I knew he'd do what I wanted. My slippery, oil soaked panties were dragged back and forth a little way under his big, work calloused hands and, before long, he applied a little more pressure, taking longer strokes and pulling the crotch of them almost out from between my cheeks on each pass. I won't even try to describe how it felt for miffy, especially knowing how well he could probably see her through the oil soaked, white cotton. "Mmmmmmmmm." I moaned dreamily as he made me feel so good. The wet sounds of the oil floated to my ears as I almost lost myself in this, only the small shocks of pleasure from between my legs keeping me from finding a whole other plane of existence. "Ohhh, Daddy, that feels sooo good." I breathed. "Do you like my panties?" "Yes." He responded with a thick voice. "They're all wet and slippery." "Oh,... kitten." He practically moaned as his hand travelled down one cheek, right to the bottom where he cupped it in his big hand, squeezing gently before returning to the top, crossing over and doing the other side in the same manner. "Mmm, yeah. Squeeze my bum." "Fuck." I barely heard him whisper. "Mmmmmmmm." I had to restrain myself from actively grinding against his hard cock, had to be happy with how it was jabbing into me just above my hood, where my pubic hair would be if I hadn't shaved it all off. When he began massaging up and down between my cheeks, restraint became harder, my breathing more labored as he pulled the slippery crotch of my panties against miffy, slowly dragging over my clitoris and tightening against my spread lips. The more I thought of the view he must have had, the hornier I got and I was shocked to realize that I was on my way to an orgasm if this kept up. "You,... you shouldn't be teasing your old dad like this, you know." He said in that low, thick voice. "No, Daddy, I want you to enjoy this, too. Don't you like rubbing my bum?" "Too much. Way too much and in ways I shouldn't." "It's alright. Do you like it? My bum?" "Kitten, every part of you is just perfect." "Uh! Well, that's a very nice compliment." "You're a very horny little kitten, aren't you?" "(giggle) I told you I was. I can't help it, but I'm no slut, Daddy. I'm a good girl, like you always taught me." "(sigh) Yeah, well I gotta tell you,... Maybe it's time you found yourself a boyfriend." "I don't like boys, I like men." " ... Well,... You should probably find yourself a good one, then. One who knows how to treat a good girl." "I have very high standards." "Nobody's perfect," he said as I felt some more oil squirting on my back, between my shoulder blades. His other hand began to rub that in and I gasped again as the fingers of his other hand, stroking slowly between my cheeks, stopped further and further in between my legs, pressing a little harder each time. "I- I don't believe that," I managed with a ragged sigh under the onslaught of both his hands. "Oooh, Daddy, my bum." Incredibly, I felt him get even harder beneath me and I wished there was nothing between us, so I could feel him up against me properly as I felt myself getting ever closer. "At some point you're going to need more than just a bum rub, you know." I had to hand it to him, trying to do the right thing for me even at a time like this. I mean, he had to know I could feel his erection against me. "Pull my panties down," I replied just above a breathless whisper. " ... Kitten, are you listening to me?" "Pull my panties down, Daddy," I urged with a low, impatient whine. "Kitten,..." he tremblingly sighed as his fingers began dipping below the waistband, his other hand squeezing my bare shoulder so lovingly. "This is,... We shouldn't be doing this." But, his fingers took the waistband of the oiled garment and slowly pulled them down, just to the bottom of my bum and no further. He then began softly stroking it, up and down, across my cheeks and even to my hips and back without the impediment of my cotton undies. He rubbed my lower back with his other hand, slowly and from side to side, every once in a while rubbing up the middle of my back to massage a shoulder or the back of my neck. I realized my middle finger was in my mouth, just resting between my parted lips as my tongue danced around its tip and that my father was about to give me an orgasm. Dad's The Man Ch. 05 "More. Pull them down." " ... Kitten, I can't." "Why?" "Because,... Sweetie, if I pull your panties down any further, I'll be able to see miffy." "Oh, Daddy, just please pull my panties down," I begged softly with another childish whine, purposefully grinding into his lap. "They're getting cold, pull them right off. I don't want them on anymore." He gasped at my actions and squeezed my bum in return as I raised it so he could do what I wanted. "Oh, my god, I don't believe this." he hissed under his breath as he slowly pulled the crotch of my panties away from miffy. "Ohh, fuck. Jeez, kitten, you're such a hot little thing." I moaned as he pulled them down my thighs, me settling back in his lap and shifting my legs so he could get them to my knees. I bent my legs, sticking my feet up in the air and felt them finally pulled from my body, slapping down on the coffee table in front of me a moment later. "Is that better?" he asked, rubbing without interference, miffy in total view as I spread my thighs a little further, leaving my heels in the air. "Yeeeaaah, ohh, yeeaah. Mmmm. Can- can you see miffy?" " ... Yes." "Mmmm. Keep rubbing my bum, Daddy. Sooo gooood." "You distracted me from the show." "(giggle)" "You're just something else, aren't you?" he asked with lustful humour. "Think of me as 'superkitten'. (giggle) Mmm,... more oil, please." He haltingly sighed and lifted his hand from my back and I heard his palms rubbing together a moment later. "No, like you did before. Squirt it on me." I gasped softly each time a stream of warm oil landed across my bum, instructing in a soft voice a moment later, "Squirt miffy too, okay?" He parted one of my cheeks and squirted a warm stream right down my valley from the very top, then another right to miffy, like I'd asked for. Both his hands were then on my bum and hips, rubbing, pulling my cheeks apart, fingers darting between them here and there. Oh my god. Just remembering this now and how it felt is almost overwhelming. "You're a very bad girl, kitten." "Ohh. ... Ohh. ... Ohhh. ..... (gasp!)" I replied as I came right there, unable to prevent one sudden jerk of my entire body, every muscle tightening afterwards as I turned my face, biting the cushion against any further sound from my mouth. His hands slowed to a stop. "Kitten, baby?" " ... Hmmmmm!?" " ... You okay?" "Mmmm hmmmmm!" I lifted my head from the cushion, my hair in my face and over my shoulders, slowly turning so that I was sitting in his lap, the front of my dress falling down and over my thighs. I felt his hand at my back, supporting me as I looked at him blearily, suddenly finding myself in what could be an awkward situation. I hadn't actually meant for my panties to come off when all this started, and I certainly didn't expect that my sought after bum rub would lead to an orgasm. Gee whiz, it was just my bum! "Kitten,... did you,...?" "I love you, Daddy," I said, putting my arms around him and giving him a nice kiss on the lips to prove it. "Thanks for the massage, it was great. Just you wait till Sunday." He really didn't want to know. I could see that in his eyes. "Yeah,... Kat, I really shouldn't have done that." "All you did was rub my bum. There's nothing wrong with that." "I took your panties off and saw,... Kat, you know what I'm talking about. We really shouldn't have been doing that. Holy shit." "No, Daddy, you made me feel really good. I wanted you to rub my bum, it's alright. I don't see anything wrong with that and so what if you saw miffy? Anyway, you like my bum and you liked rubbing it. Nothing happened, we just had a nice time, is all." "O-kaaay. Heh. Holy shit." "Daa-ddy! Stop freaking out, it was nothing!" "You're sitting on something right now that says otherwise." "(giggle)" He could only look at me for a moment, then suddenly laugh, more with incredulity than humour, but it was positive. "Don't be so uptight, we were just having a little fun. Hey, guess what?" " ... Are you serious? At this point, it could be anything." I laughed at this, beaming at him adoringly as I sat in his lap, indeed still feeling his erection, and announced with a happy smile, "I bought one hundred percent whole wheat bread today when I got the groceries. No more white bread." His eyes rolled to the right for a moment as he adjusted to this, doubtlessly thinking something, this being the last thing he would have expected then, I suppose. "Apparently, they cut white flour with plastics, so no more of that at all. Also, I got butter because margarine is only a couple molecules away from the plastic container it comes in and that is just so gross." "Where in hell did you get all this?" "I google stuff. Oh, Daddy, we gotta find a small time farmer who sells beef from cows that haven't been given steroids and growth hormones, same as chicken and pork. I'm gonna get a big deep freezer so we can get a whole side of a cow at once. I've been asking around online and that's how it's done. Apparently. No more processed foods, either." "Huh?" "Processed foods. Like sliced cheese? Gonski! Real cheese or nothing from now on and no more other processed foods, either." "Aheh. Yeah, okay, kitten. Whatever you say," he offered, smiling and shaking his head again. "You might not say that when I start looking into vegetables. Thanks again for the great massage, Daddy, I really loved it. I'm gonna go take a shower and turn in early, okay? Got some stuff to do tomorrow before Gina picks me up." I got off him, standing and gathering my dress at my waist as I grabbed my panties from the coffee table. I turned to face him directly and leaned over, giving him another kiss on the lips, then saying happily, "Goodnight, Daddy. And don't forget Sunday, I promise it'll be worth the wait." "Good night, kitten, try not to fuck daddy's head up too much on Sunday," he said, watching my bare bum scurry away, boobies bouncing in my bra while I happily smiled. "(giggle!)" I'd say the evening went pretty well, all things considered. I definitely didn't think I'd be doing something like that so soon, but I don't think the off timing is anything I can't fix on Sunday, provided I play my cards right tomorrow morning. Feb. 28/09 It's three AM and Gina's asleep while I type this in her red lace bra that's too small for me, my image on cam in a chat room that I have muted. Well, this morning was a bit of a nail biter, especially in the light of day and the lack of that light buzz from the beer that really does make stuff seem okay. I'd had breakfast already and was leaning over the counter, studying a recipe for lasagna with Daddy's breakfast ready to prepare, when he walked into the kitchen behind me. I was wearing a pair of my old, half wore out jeans, faded blue, soft with wear and skin tight along with a white, button up blouse with a very low neckline that left a lot of cleavage visible, even more since I only did up the two middle buttons of the four available. I wasn't wearing a bra and the short top fit in such a way as to show off the natural hang of my boobies perfectly, nipples just discernable as round, dark shadows, their hard, erect condition protruding clearly and proudly. Leaning my weight on one hip, I looked around my shoulder, behind me and greeted with a warm smile, "Good morning. Sleep well?" He looked right at my bum and answered, "Kinda restless." "Sit down, I'll get you a coffee while I get your breakfast," I said, straightening up and getting started. I turned the preheated pan back on and grabbed his black mug, moving to the coffee maker with it. "Kathleen,..." "Mm hmm?" "About last night,... well, I think that was a little over the top," he managed with a nervous smile. "Don't you?" "No. You're very good at giving bum rubs and I'm afraid I'll want more, now." "Kathleen, I pulled your panties down and saw miffy. ... I can't,... You're my daughter and the things that were going through my head about you last night were very wrong." "Daddy,... I told you I understand how Sheila became what she was and you have to understand that, for me,... Oh, Daddy,..." I couldn't say it, even forgot about my top when I turned around and served him his coffee, remembering quickly when his eyes widened at the little show meant just for him. I stood back, looking down at him with a reassuring smile as he sat at the table before making another effort. "I'm sorry, I hate to spell it out like this, but I'm a very,... very horny girl, sometimes worse than other times, and the amount of sexual tension I deal with because of abstinence is just crazy. I'm flirty and I like to show off because it relieves some of the,... desperation." "But, you like to show yourself off to me? Don't take this the wrong way, but given your job, I'd think you'd have that out of your system." I looked at him, wondering what he'd say if I told him that I imagined my last clients were him the entire evening, but said, "It's different. Here, I want to be myself, not a performer." "So you want to dress like,... like you are now around the house?" "Yes." "I don't like having to tell you that it turns me on, but I think you should know that it does. I mean, I can't,... We just don't want things to get out of hand, alright?" "Well,... will you still rub my bum?" " ... Yes, kitten, I'll rub your bum." I smiled again and turned to crack the eggs, dropping them in the hot pan after. "I bet you're looking at it." " ... No, I'm not!" "(giggle)" "Fuckin' little thing,.." he mumbled. I was drying the dishes about ten minutes later when Daddy brought his to the wash sink, letting it slip beneath the sudsy surface of the water before he turned to me to speak with a grudging smile. "I did enjoy myself. Just too much, like I said and I'm proud of you for not going out and running the roads like Sheila did. I know you're a good girl, kitten." "Even if I enjoy looking and acting like a little slut?" " ... Better than being one." "That's what Gina says." "She's right. Anyway, a lot of people think that way, but don't especially live that way, you're just more open about it because of some overactive hormones, or something. You're young and,... very special. We just need to make sure things don't get out of hand, right?" "Right. But you will give me more-" "Yes, I'll still rub your bum." "Thanks, Daddy. For being so understanding and everything." I tossed my arms around his neck and went to my tiptoes, dragging him down a little in the process to happily kiss his lips. He didn't look as surprised as he usually does when I do this, only smiled understandingly, reassuringly in that way he's always had that lets me know everything is alright. But today, there was a little something else in that smile. I wasn't sure what right at that moment, but I was about to find out. I kissed him again, lingered a little and he returned it, softly, modestly kissing me back. I kissed him yet again and it was longer, becoming more passionate by the second as I felt one big hand at the small back, his other on my bum. To my total surprise, we actually made out for some moments before he pinched the very bottom of one of my cheeks, almost between my legs. I jumped and screamed, laughing after. "Daddy!" "What?" "That hurt!" "No, it didn't," he refuted pinching me again and eliciting another scream. "That hurt." "Daddy!" "Want me to do it again, kitten?" he asked with a big smile. "No, I-! AHHHH!! Stop iiiiiit!" I begged, trying to back away from him. He quickly turned me around and, with his forearm across my belly, held me fast while he grabbed the whole bottom of one cheek in his other hand. "DAAAAAAAD!" I shrieked, laughing wildly at the same time, trying to squirm away from him, thrusting my pelvis out as much as possible. "Okay, I'll stop," he said after I begged him hysterically. "You're supposed to rub it, not pinch it!" I reminded, breathing hard, face flushed. "I thought I'd take that liberty." "Hey!" "You liked it." "Well,... Maybe a little. (giggle)" "So, I may as well go back to spanking you now, huh?" "Okay." "Alright, that was way too quick." "No, it wasn't." "Oh, yes it was. I'll think of another punishment." "I can't wait to hear about it," I said, giving him another long, happy kiss on the mouth, he returning it again with both his hands on the small of my back, mine back around his neck where I loved having them. "Do you like my outfit, Daddy?" "It's quite something." "You like it, though?" "Yeah, I like it." "Umm,... do my nipples look good in this shirt? (giggle)" "Uh,... yeah, kitten, they do. I was actually kinda wondering about those, is it that cold in here?" he teased. I only naughtily shook my head, still smiling and silently mouthing the word, 'No'. "They're like that a lot of the time to varying degrees." " ... Really?" "Uh huh. Do you like them?" "They're,... yeah, they're nice." "Just nice?" "Don't get me started. Thanks for breakfast, by the way." "No problem." "What are you doing today till Gina picks you up?" "Gonna make an attempt at a lasagna." "Lasagna, huh?" "Yup. Then I'm going to fire up the Singer for a little while and then experiment with some new hair looks, then I'm gonna play with miffy 'till I cum nice and hard before I get ready. How 'bout you?" " ... Uh,... I'm going to pick up some lumber for Peg's basement door. You sure you can handle that on your own? The, uh, doorframe, I mean?" "(giggle!) Sure I'm sure. You taught me well." " ... You really are a good girl, kitten. I mean, you're a naughty girl, but you were a pleasure to raise. Never any problems, always reliable and good." "I love you. And don't worry about the doorframe, I can handle it." "Alright, and I love you too. Let's just try to be,... you know." "Reasonable, Daddy?" "Yeah." So, there it is. I can get away with making out a little bit with, and wearing slutty outfits in front of him. How fortunate that I was going shopping later, but I also spent my time with the Singer wisely. Among what I felt could be a temporary end to my lingerie collection, I bought a pink satin babydoll for Gina with a smile on my face over my plans of making her wear it, along with the hair band I bought her and the sheer, pink panties, gloves and sockies already in my armload. Once we were done there, we went to a department store and split up for our own needs, her for razors and stuff, me to look for a half decent, cheap pair of shoes, a latent interest of mine. On the way, I passed the men's section where my steps came to a slow stop. Before I knew it, I was standing in the underwear aisle, somewhat embarrassed at the company of two other men there as I looked for something nice for Daddy. I settled on briefs. Bikini briefs. I smiled as I looked at the model wearing a pair of them on the packaging and picked out a bundle with white, gray, dark blue and black. I paid for them at the jewelry section so that they could be in bags when Gina met me in the shoe department. She walked around the corner with her little smile, looking down at the shoes I was trying on as she approached, a bagged purchase in her own hand. "Ball breakers?" she asked. "Huh?" "That's what they're called. I can't believe you'd even consider buying shoes here." "I told you, I like to mix conservative." "They're not conservative, they're like,... from the church lady's closet." I smiled, looking down at the black, fake leather, shoes with two inch heels and a sensibly closed, pointed toe. There was an ankle strap, but even it somehow came off as a bit inelegant. "But, look how stable they are, yet I still get some of that same effect with my bum from the heels." "You can get nicer shoes that do that somewhere else." "But, I want something that's 'out and aroundish'. Something I can wear all day with some comfort, drive in, even do some light work in without looking like an idiot." "Oh. You mean something you can wear when you're 'tomboying'." "Something like that," I laughed. "You can still do better in that same style. I shouldn't complain, at least you're not running around in those army boots so much anymore, but I still say you're in the wrong place." "But they're cheap here and I can get a couple pairs for what I'd pay for one somewhere else." "They'll look nicer from somewhere else, slutty, trust me. In this case, two pairs for the price of one is just throwing good money after bad." "My daddy uses that saying." "And your daddy always gets you quality stuff, doesn't he? Take off Sister Margaret's shoes and come on, I know exactly where I'm taking you and you won't complain about the price." She was right. I got a really cool, good quality pair of shoes. They're real, black leather with pointy toes and the two inch heels I wanted, but they're more stable, comfortable and way sexier than what I would have gotten. They look kind of like a fifties housewife style and will be perfect with jeans. I bet Daddy will love them. Finally, we went to the shop where it all started with Gina and I. All in all, it wasn't so bad, once I got over the initial embarrassment of being surrounded by sex and all that caters to and lives off of it, not to mention the other customers. It wasn't that hard for Gina to convince me and I wasn't even so self conscious about going in as I thought I would have been. I picked up some more massage oil and then I got into the women's lingerie section with Gina and discovered that my collection wasn't quite complete after all. I also happened to notice the very same vibrator that Gina picked up for me on display. For seventy eight dollars. I remembered noting how the price was scratched off the packaging when I got it home that evening, but thinking nothing of it at the time. I spent a bit more than I intended, but it's all good stuff. "I don't want to go to your aunt's house," Gina told me later on in her apartment as we lounged on her couch, a chat room open on the laptop that sat in front of us on the coffee table, half ignored. "In case you've forgotten, the woman thinks I'm Jezebel, riding through town on the red heifer of the apocalypse." "It's not that bad." "She looks down on me. Besides, how could I ever possibly help you with,... what was it?" "Rebuilding a door frame and sill in her basement. And you'd be a great big help lugging stuff up and down those stairs with me, plus I might need some help ripping the old stuff out. And you could help keep me organized while I work and then there's the clean up at the end." "She'll still look down on me." "She won't even come down the basement stairs, I swear to god, she probably has someone else she calls for that. Besides, if she looks down on you, she has to look down on me, too." "Except she won't because she doesn't know you're dancing." "Please, Gina?" "Aw, slutty." "Plee-ee-ee-eease? With cherries and sugar on top, even?" I asked, bouncing in my seat a little. "Oh, my god, you're trying the little girl thing on me!" "Is it working?" "What a little brat you are. I'll think about it, but that doesn't mean yes." "Thanks, smutty. Guess what?" "Not this again?" she asked with an affectionate smile. "What?" "I bought you some stuff tonight." "Oh, really? Presents for me?" "I've got a little outfit laid out for you on your bed. Why don't you go put it on and we'll have ourselves a little online fun." "You really enjoy dressup, don't you?" Dad's The Man Ch. 05 "I'm quite perverted, yes." "Perks," Gina said, pointing at her smiling face. "(giggle)" " ... Hey, Kathleen?" I'd begun looking at the room list on her laptop, but then gave her my complete attention, since she only ever uses my proper name when she's serious, asking, "Yes, Gina?" "I've really become attached to you. You're a lot of fun, but not too much fun. You're adorable and bad, sexy and smart, so young, precious and vulnerable. I've come to love you a lot. You've added so much to my life since I've known you and,... I just wanted to tell you that and to thank you for,... well, for being you, as cliché as that sounds." I wasn't prepared for this. I could only look at her as I felt that guilty feeling that had sprouted within me where she was concerned grow a little larger. I gave her a warm, but sad smile and put my arms around her without saying anything, enjoying her hug and berating myself for thinking of Daddy half the time when I'm with her now. We separated and I looked at her with a tear running from my eye that I couldn't have helped and sincerely told her, "Gina,... I don't know what to say, that was so sweet of you to say those things. Other than Daddy, I've never known anybody that cared so much about me. You're my big sister, best friend and lover all in one and I'm so fortunate that I met you. It goes without saying that I love you dearly, but,... Baby, you know,... I'm not really a lesbian. Sometimes I'm afraid that I don't say that enough and that,... Sometimes I'm afraid I might end up hurting you." She took my hand and looked at it, stroking my fingers and said, "I don't believe that. I know you think you want a man, even though you never say because you don't want to offend me, but I don't think you really do. See, as horny as I know you always are, if that's what you really wanted, you'd have found one by now, and I don't think your little 'daddy thing' is anything more than just,... just a misunderstood piece of proof as to what I'm saying. Do you know what I mean?" "I think so." "Don't worry about hurting me, I know about these things. If you really wanted a man, you'd be with one right now, not a woman. I'm just so glad that woman is me." "Oh, Gina," I sighed, throwing my arms around her again. "You're so good to me. I don't deserve you." "Don't be silly." " ... Gina?" "Yes?" "Um, I still want you to go change, but I want it to be just us tonight, okay? No computer and stuff. I'll go change into something I bought tonight and we'll dim the lights, put on some music,... have some wine." "Cuddle on the couch with a blanket," she suggested further. "Yeah. Just us." "Let's get set up and go change, I'll shut down the computer." We decided we wanted to surprise each other, so I changed in the bathroom, she in her bedroom and I hadn't even gotten my shirt off before I heard through the wall, "What the hell?" I kept my laughter low. Once nude, I only had to put on a white T-shirt with Mickey Mouse on the front that barely covered my belly button and stretched over my boobies nicely, the short sleeves showing most of my shoulders. I finished up with a pair of dark blue short shorts. I was waiting for her by the couch when she came out. "You are a sick and twisted little girl!" she charged, pointing at me, wearing the outfit I'd prepared for her. She herself couldn't entirely keep from smiling, standing there with her pink babydoll and the entire getup, even the hair band. She looked hot, so out of character and,... waiting to be soiled. I really just love that hair band on her, how the pink is so bright against her thick, black hair. All that aside, I laughed quietly as my eyes roamed over her, lingering between her legs. In my best 'superkitten' voice, a ridiculously childish one, I said, "Aw, you're making my panties all wet." " ... Ohhh, slutty. Do that again." She said, forgetting all about her humoured outrage. "(giggle)" "Seriously." I replied in the voice, "Oh, Gina! You're a smutty girl!" Her mouth was wide open in a great big smile. She was kind of laughing and kind of awed as she came closer. "That is,... Oh my god! You need to put that on tape and sell it, or something!" "Don't be silly," I said in my own voice, carrying a note of surprise at her reaction. "I'm just goofing around. Come on over here and hop under this blanket with me. We'll cuddle." "With pleasure. ... Will you do that voice again?" "Only if you do as I say, pinkie girl." " ... Oh, slutty, you're so dirty," she said, getting under the blanket with me. "But don't think you'll get away with this. You know I hate pink." "I think you look delicious in pink," I said, throwing the blanket over us as we began kissing and allowing our soft hands to reacquaint themselves. After a minute, she pulled her mouth away from mine and prodded, "Kat?" "Yeah?" "You know, I like your dad a lot and,... well, I just wonder if we shouldn't tell him about us soon. If you're comfortable with it." "Uhh,... tell him?" "Well, I don't like lying to him about it and I know it must be hard for you at times. I'm not pressing, or anything, but,... you know." " ... I- yes, I know, but,... he's already had to adjust to some stuff recently and I don't want to spring too much on him too quickly." "Okay, like I say, I didn't want to bug, I just wanted to voice,... that." "Gina,... You gotta promise me you don't pull another stunt like last time, showing up out of the blue and surprising me with him like that." "I won't." "Good, because this is different." "I know. But, I want to be there when he finds out, when we tell him." "Yup." "Okay. Hey, I didn't mean to spoil the moment." "You didn't, I'm just,... wondering what he'd say." "I have a feeling he'll take it better than you think. I wouldn't be surprised if he feels better about his little kitten being with a woman than some other man." "What do you mean, some other man?" "Sometimes the daddy thing works both ways. No, I'm not insinuating anything like you're thinking, by the look on your face, I just mean that he's probably the type who'd be a pretty harsh judge of any man you might have brought to meet him." " ... I'd say you're right about that." She beheld me with a little smile, but a searching expression, finally saying, "How is all this with you, anyway?" "What do you mean?" She relaxed, laying her head back down, and we cuddled into one another before she answered, "Well, you know. It wasn't that long ago that you were this shy girl with no friends, fresh out of high school, out of work and too afraid to go into the sex shop. And with no idea what a gorgeous little fuck-doll you are. Now, because of me, you're an exotic dancer running around in clothes you wouldn't have thought of wearing before and having a lesbian relationship." "You're wondering how I'm adjusting?" I asked. "Yes." " ... I don't stop to think about that. You're the third person I've ever had in my life that I care about and, believe me, it's a good thing you came along. I'm adjusting very well, thanks, and I'm probably doing a lot better than Sheila did." "I suppose. You know, I can't help but wonder about her. I can only imagine how you must." "Wanna hear something strange?" "After making me wear this 'death by pink' outfit, I'd expect no less." "Heh. Well, back when I first got those pictures of her, I was struck by how beautiful she was while I always considered myself plain. I mean, looking so much like her and all,..." "We're always our own worst critics, you know. And you know what else?" "What?" "You're more beautiful. I told you that before. What you see in those pictures is a lovely, outgoing expression and, even though you also see what lies beneath, you still judge her based on that. You're not like that, you're still quiet and demur in public a lot of times and you don't,... sell yourself like she did. You know what I mean." I nodded. "And now that you've got the makeup and the clothes, you see yourself in a better light because you're happier when you look in the mirror at home. Remember those pictures I took of you when you were doing that little striptease for me?" I nodded again. "I'll send those and some others I took to your laptop, via email, and you compare them to Sheila, then tell me who's more beautiful." " ... Oh, see, this is why I love you." "Uhh, excuse me,... Is that your hand slowly going down the front of my pink panties, young lady?" "I lost something." "Ooooh. Do you really think it- ohhh --could,... be there?" "I like to be thorough. (giggle)" "Ohhhh, slutty. Let me check your panties." "Oh, Gina!" I'm looking at her laying there now, hours after we decided her bed would be a better environment for our little antics. Topless and spread out on her back, so happy she's found someone and with no idea about that someone's true ambitions. Why does there have to be this damned guilty complication and how can I fix it before it goes too far? What could I possibly tell her? Even as we had sex, great as it was and always is, I knew she could never make me feel the way I really need to feel, like I was feeling when Daddy rubbed my bum that night and how much better I know it can yet be with him. I'm thinking about him all the time, his face, his way, his manliness and his hard cock sticking into my belly. When Gina asked me her question about how I was adjusting, I answered honestly at the time. If only the situation were as simple as a lesbian relationship, I wouldn't have this funny feeling I sometimes get in the pit of my stomach. I wouldn't be catching my face in the mirror at the oddest times for split seconds of clarity that make me and some of my recent actions look completely fucked. I can't wait until tomorrow. Dad's The Man Ch. 06 Mar. 01/09 I may need to buy some downers, or maybe some kind of external pacemaker machine that I can use here in my room. Oh, boy. I can't even believe I slept after tonight. Okay, I got home about four o'clock, just a little down about Gina and after spending extra goodbye time in her car out front. Daddy already had a meal on and a lot of my blues just floated away as I hung up my coat inside the back door, smelling his yummy stir fry. "Hey, kitten, just in time." "Hey, Daddy, smells great. Not a lot for me, though, I already had some Chinese at Gina's a couple hours ago." "All the more for me. You have a good time? Oh, you must have, look at all the bags." "Yeah, well I got you some things, too. What have you been up to?" "Cleaning the lumber for Peg's door frame, piddling around. Oh yeah, the neighbor's fuckin' dog was over here again. It sat there, barking in my face as it was takin' a shit in the driveway right in front of me! You believe that?" "You didn't hurt her, did you?" I asked, feeling my horny crank itself up a notch. "No! I was too far to kick the little bitch and I didn't have any bricks at hand to whip at it." "Well, what'd you do?" I asked, smiling a little now. "I chased it away, went and got the shovel and I dumped it over the fence on their driveway." " ... Maybe you should talk to the Fergusons. They share their other property line and they might have the same issues." "I don't want to have to talk to that idiot." " ... Oh, Daddy, give me kisses, I missed you." He smiled, stooped over a little for me, and we kissed each other's lips. "Yeah, I missed you, too." "Do you like my shoes?" "Yeah. They look good with those jeans." "Thanks." "Kinda cold for them right now though, isn't it?" "I wanted to show you. I'm gonna go put this stuff in my room and be right back." "Okay." "You haven't forgotten about your massage, have you?" I asked over my shoulder, heading for the hallway. "No, I haven't forgotten, but remember: No crazy stuff. Okay? ... Kathleen?" After supper and a shower, I redid my makeup and hair and changed into an old, white undershirt that I wore when I was fourteen and the same black, pleated skirt I wore the last time I massaged him. I decided not to bother with bra or panties and shuffled out to the living room like that, asking him if he wanted anything before I sat down. His eyes widened at my bouncy boobs, dark, incredibly erect nipples plainly discernable as he shook his head and forced his attention back on his newspaper. I flumped down on my end of the couch and we spent a pretty regular evening for a few hours, watching some news and DIY Channel. I called him from his room at eight o'clock, sitting on the bed, my apprehension level already on the rise and my horny up even further as he walked in. "Something different tonight," I said with a smile. "It's always something different with you," he replied, glancing at my boobies ever so quickly. "I'll take that as a compliment. You did such a good job rubbing my bum that I'm going to really treat you tonight, just like I promised. I'm gonna do your legs, too." "My legs?" "Uh huh. And I bought some suitable underwear for you, too," I said, picking up and holding out the black bikini briefs I'd selected for him. "Go in your bathroom, put these on and come back in, okay?" He took the briefs from me and held them up in front of his face, pinched between his thumb and forefinger as he inspected them. "Heh. No way." "What? Why?" "You kidding? I've never worn anything like this." "So?" "These are for playboys." "Oh, Daddy, no they're not. They'll look great on you and it'll be easier to give you a proper, full body massage, if you wear those." "Kitten, I'd be uncomfortable enough wearing my boxers in front of you, I sure as hell can't wear these!" "It's no different than a bathing suit." "I don't swim. I don't even know how." "But, if you did, you'd wear those." "No, I wouldn't, they're too small and there's no liner." "They're not too small, there's more to them than you think. Anyway, if you ever did go to the beach, you'd owe it to every woman there to wear something even smaller and who needs a liner, anyway?" "I do, so I'm not-" "Daddy! I bought those for you, and some more too, come on!" I began to whine. "You bought more?" "Yeah, I put them away for you. You'll like them, go put them on." "Kitten, I don't want to." "Daa-ddy!" I complained, bouncing on the bed with an expression on my face that hinted of an emotional upset in the very near future. I had to be careful to keep myself in check when he walked out of the bathroom about five minutes later. Oh my god, he looked so fabulous and sexy. I found myself excitedly bouncing a little on the bed again with a face splitting smile as he approached, looking him up and down, but mostly right at his bulging package in the underwear I got him. "Kitten, stop it," he said, obviously embarrassed, the poor thing, but I loved him all the more for it and for giving in to me again. "(giggle)" "Seriously, kitten, I'm about two seconds away from going back in there and putting my pants back-" "Okay, okay, I won't,... Gee whiz, Daddy, it's just that you look so good in them, just like I said you would. Just lay down and I'll get started on your back, alright?" I said, having to get a grip on myself again. I tried not to stare at the big, jiggly, lumpy shape at the front of his briefs as he walked to the bed, trying not to look at me. Once he was arranged how I wanted him, I mounted his bum like I did before, getting a much larger thrill for it without my panties and wondered if he could tell as miffy rested on him. "I'm not too heavy, am I?" I asked as I began at his shoulders. "No. Just intense." "Intense?" "Mmm. Maybe that's not the right word. Maybe 'frightening' would be a better word." "I'll take that as a compliment, too. I guess. Feel good?" "Uh huh. Uhh. Dammit, now you got me spoiled to it, though. I've actually been looking forward to it, but I didn't think I'd end up practically naked in front of you. I- mmmm- shoulda had you turn around when I came out of the bathroom, or something." "You're being all uptight and silly again, Daddy." "Uptight?" "Yeah." "Ohhhhh, yeah, right there. ... Ohhh, geez, that's good, sweetie. But, I'm not being uptight." "Yes, you are. All you have to do is just lay here and enjoy the massage and, when I'm done, you'll feel so much better. You felt better last week, didn't you?" "Well, yeah. Uuufff!" "And I had to convince you then, too, but I was right, wasn't I?" "Yeah. (sigh)" "And you're not even fighting me on the leg massage because now you have a pretty good idea how good that will feel, so just relax. You're in very good hands." "I'd have a pretty hard time arguing with that right now," he admitted. I lovingly rubbed between his shoulder blades, soaking his bare skin in oil and leaning a little weight into my straightened arms, rocking back and forth on his bum with a big smile on my face. I tightened my thighs against his hips and leaned forward, lightly dragging my boobies up his oily back a short way as my hands caressed the back of his hard shoulders. "You're very good at this," he said a minute later, obviously relaxed now by the tone of his slowed voice. "I Googled," I said in a low voice, my mouth just behind his ear. "Figures." "I Google all kinds of stuff," I said, settling more of my weight on his back while I worked his shoulders. "I've been getting that about you, yeah. Oh, kitten, that's good. It feels like you're massaging a year's work off me every minute." "See, that's the point. You should trust me, kitten knows what's good for you." "Kitten cares," he said, a smile in his tone. "That's right," I laughed softly, "and I'm glad you remembered that. ... Do you like what I did with my hair?" "Mmmmm. Curls make you look younger." "Ringlets," I corrected. "That's what Gina said, too, but do you like them?" "Yeah, but,..." "Don't worry, Daddy. I like them too, but they're not going to be the every day. I have to be taken seriously by people like Glendon Ferguson." "What are you going to talk to him about?" "Florence." " ... Who's Florence?" "The dog. Since you won't do it, I have to." " ... Fine, I'll go do it." "No, I will. You'll probably end up calling him an idiot." "Ahhh! He is an idiot, sweetie." "See, that's what I mean, but just never mind about that for now. Just relax and enjoy this." I lifted myself off him and turned the bottle upside down, squeezing another stream out on his back in a circular pattern. I began rubbing that in everywhere, but mostly on his lower back as I prepared to finish up in this fun little area and move to fresh territory. Miffy was pretty hot by the time I was done, and I was amazed I didn't leave a wet spot on his briefs as I dragged her backwards off of him, moving down to start at his feet. I went over them thoroughly, on my knees while holding each lower leg up, bent at the knee and he really enjoyed that foot massage. This is probably because of all those hours standing on concrete while wearing work boots. I contained my enthusiasm for certain other areas of his body I'd yet to get to, so he could enjoy this for a good while before moving on to his calves, finally the backs of his thighs. "Oh, my,... god! Oh, kitten, that feels so good!" "Mm hm," I agreed. "Geez, I never realized,... Ohh, sweetie, now you really have me spoiled." "(giggle)" "It's not funny. Next thing ya know I'll be one of those idiots who- Oh, kitten, watch out." "What?" I asked, stroking his slightly spread, inner thighs now. " ... I'm right there." "I know where you are." "No, I mean-" "I know what you mean, I can see them just fine." " ... Y- you can?" "Uh huh. Don't worry, they're in your underwear, except for the veeeeery edges," I said, suddenly and lightly tracing the exposed skin on both sides of the black, cotton crotch of his underwear where his balls protruded from his groin. He gasped under his breath and flinched, saying, "Kitten, don't." I went back to the massage, getting quite moist at this point and still smiling, going just far enough up his inner thighs to barely avoid touching his balls, making him tense every time as I rubbed and kneaded, using a little more oil than I had been. After doing his outer thighs, giving him a chance to relax a little, I soaked the black cotton at his hips so I could rub it in, staring at his bum. Finally, I quickly pulled up on the waistband and began squirting heavy streams down the back of his briefs, really making him flinch. "Oh! Kitten,..." "Yes, Daddy?" "Uhh-h,... M-maybe you shouldn't,... do that." I kept on squirting and said, "Should I pull them down, then?" "No! I just,..." I was almost done, just a few heavy squirts down between his cheeks that really got his attention before I noticed the oil trickling out the crotch of his underwear around his balls. I quickly put my hand there, fingers gently closing the gaps and keeping it in so it could be absorbed by his now shiny wet briefs, or his bum. "Kitten!" "Sorry, I used too much, I'm just trying to keep it off the sheets," I calmly explained, pressing a little harder and rubbing my hand ever so little. "But, kath-" "It's okay, just relax." I began rubbing it in at that spot, watching some trickle out anyway before I slowly began massaging his cute bum. "Ohh, kat,..." he moaned with something like regret in his voice. "Feels nice, doesn't it?" He didn't answer, but slowly relaxed as I had my fun, working and kneading his cheeks for a little while, until most of the oil had been absorbed by his skin. When I was finished, I straddled his bum again, lying forward and on his back like I had before, soaking miffy on his briefs immediately. I gave him a little taste of what was to come as I reached forward to caress and rub his upper arms for a few moments before speaking softly in his ear. "Time to turn over, Daddy." I got off him and waited on my knees. He got on his back and looked up, noticing my oiled undershirt with widened and riveted eyes as I took in the front of his briefs. His cock had gotten bigger. It was clearly laying in such a way as to point up and to his left. I broke myself out of a very short trance, faster than Daddy could break out of his, and suddenly found myself straddling his hips, settling bare miffy right on top of him, feeling his hardness at the intersection of my groin and right leg. He only looked up at me as I smiled warmly down at him, arching my back a little as I squirted a bunch of oil directly on his chest and belly. "Geez, kitten,..." "I love making you feel nice," I said, slowly rubbing some in, sending a small wave down to soak the waistband of his underwear in the process. (oops) "Yeah,... I think we're gonna have to come up with some boundaries for these massage sessions." "Daddy, no, I don't like boundaries." I said, just a little petulantly. "Mmmm. Yeah, but,... I really think we should have them." I rubbed under his arms, kneading his chest a little when I was in the general area, but mostly his sides, saving his chest for just a bit later as I felt Daddy's cock stirring between my legs. "Will we still be able to kiss? Because we have been and you don't seem to be upset about it. Do you like kissing me?" " ... Yes, I like kissing you." "I like kissing you too," I replied, then lay forward, grinding myself against his hardening cock, making both of us gasp a little while my boobies touched down heavily on his chest. As I slowly rubbed and caressed under his arms, I gave him a soft kiss on the lips. I stayed for another and he answered it that time, kissing me back. The third kiss lingered and we pressed our lips a little harder. The fourth kiss never really stopped, at least not until at least a minute had passed. "(giggle) That was fun, Daddy." " ... Kitten, you're such a bad girl," he said, looking at me like I don't think he ever has. "We were just kissing, there's nothing wrong with that," I said as I sat straight again. His decidedly larger cock had shifted, with its new size and my maneuvering, to rest right between the lips of miffy as I began slowly, reverently working his chest, unable to resist his nipples for long. "Mmmm. You're spoiled, you know." he said. "No, I'm not." "Oh, yes you are. You don't like to be told 'no'." I shrugged, smiling a little as I forced myself to move on from his nipples to feel up the rest of his chest. "But, we definitely need some boundaries. I can see you weren't kidding about your hormones." "Oh, Daddy." I pouted under my breath as I rubbed the front of his shoulders, rocking back and forth on my hips a little in sincere unhappiness about all this talk of 'boundaries'. He gasped a little, flinching at the sensations I forced on him and looked at my chest again. I could feel miffy spreading around the width of cock pressed against her and I'd shifted in such a way that my clitoris was now being brushed with our slightest movements. From there on, my massage experience was nothing short of glorious, breathing hard, twitching every now and then, but not moaning aloud as I massaged his arms, taking my time like everywhere else. "Mmmm,..." I expressed at one point, slowly and lightly running my fingers across the scar tissue on his now mostly healed arm. "I hate to say it, but it's so,... manly. Sexy and hot. Oh, Daddy, I love your body." "I love yours," he said, his breath also ragged, staring at my chest more or less openly now. "Your nipples are so long, sweetie,... Don't you mind if dad sees your boobs like that?" In reply, I stopped stroking his chest and removed my top. "No, don't- don't,...... Oh, kitten,..." See my boobies, Daddy?" "Oh, my god." "You like 'em?" "Oh, my god." "(giggle) See, I'm just glad you have something nice to look at. But, I suppose you'll want to keep those behind your boundaries too, won't you?" "Aw, kitten. We talked about this, remember?" "Hm." "Come on, be a big girl." "Daddy, I am a big girl. I know what I'm doing." "You're nineteen." "I'm not stupid, you know, just because I didn't do good in school." "I know that, sweetie, I'm just-" "Talk later, massage now." I said, putting his arm down on the bed. He gasped again, a sound that I think was meant to be an exasperated sigh as I slid backwards off of him and straddled his knees in order to massage his thighs. Right away, I saw the wet spot I left right over his surprisingly, wonderfully big, hard cock. And, oh-my-god, you should have seen that beautiful thing, just lying there, barely contained by his briefs and drawing my attention like a moth to a flame. My hands slowly, mindlessly ran up his thigh as I stared, jaw slightly open. "Ohhhh,..." I breathed. He looked and saw where my attention was directed and appeared to panic just a little. "Daddy, your cock is all big." "Just,... don't look at that, alright, sweetie?" (Yeah, right!) " ... Is,... is that as big as it gets?" "Kitten, never mind." "Um, You're all fuckin' horny. (giggle) Aren't you" "Kitten, I mean it." I rubbed his leg a little harder, pushing my hands up further as I licked my lips, staring at it while I worked his leg, hands trembling, miffy even wetter. He seemed to give up on me not staring and laid his head back to enjoy the attention his legs were getting. When I was finally done the other leg, I stayed on my knees, moving half way up his thighs. I looked down at how the leg holes lifted away from his body, pushed out by his impressive manhood, the waistband also pulled away from his belly in the middle, that thin, darker trail of hair disappearing down the breach like a map to Fantasy Land. I squirted a lot of warm oil down that trail, as he jumped a little." "Oh-h, kitten,... come on, you know you shouldn't do that." "I'm finishing the massage," I said, soaking his underwear at the front of his hips before I upended the bottle and began squirting wherever I pleased and as much as I wanted. Of course, I squirted a lot right over his length as he watched, gasping a little as the wet cotton plastered itself over his cock, outlining in better detail its shape as I ran the stream down his crotch. "Oh, Daddy,... fuck,..." I drooled. I began massaging the front of his hips, almost mesmerized, sometimes slipping my hands underneath the briefs from the tops of his legs, seeing my fingers come up from under the waistband as they rubbed thoroughly around. My preferred underwear on him, now slipping sideways, back and forth over his swollen member, made him jump and sigh, moaning under his breath as my fingers inched ever closer from inside them. "Uhh! Kitten, b- be careful, sweetie, Daddy's cock is right there. You re- really shouldn't have,... your hands down,... my,... mmmm." "Daddy, I wanna look at it. I wanna pull your underwear down so I can-" "No way. Uh uh-hh." "Why?" I asked, using more 'superkitten' in my tone. "You know why, because you shouldn't be seeing your dad's cock." "But, you pulled my panties down and saw miffy," I countered, pushing my hands up the fronts of his thighs, pulling the little garment tighter over his balls in the process. " ... That was different. Ah! I wouldn't have had that happen." "But I've never really seen one in real life before, how am I s'posed to know?" "That's just not a good enough reason- Uhh! Kitten, be careful, okay? Maybe you should take your hands out of your dad's-" Dad's The Man Ch. 06 "But you've done everything else for me," I whined, "and who else is gonna provide for me? You're s'posed to show me your cock." "Sweetie, I'm sorry, I'm not gonna let you have your way with this, no matter what you say." I pouted, sincerely at that, and took my hands out of his briefs, but only to rub even closer on the outside, eying that long, shiny lump, knowing that I couldn't take no for an answer at this point. So, I did the only thing I could do. I took the portion of waistband that was lifted from his belly in my fingers and simply pulled them down, not fast and not slow, pausing when his erection was half uncovered. "Hey, stop, I-!" "No, Daddy! I wanna see your cock!" He went to come to a sitting position but, again, I was quicker. I threw myself forward, pushing him down and forcing a kiss on his lips. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest like mine was and the end of that lovely erection I'd just uncovered was now poking at my bare crotch under my skirt. His eventual return of my kiss was, for me, an official go-ahead. "I wanna see it," I said quietly. "I wanna see all of it, and your balls. Just let me." " ... Kitten,... you're being a very bad girl." "I know, Daddy. I like it, it's fun." I lifted myself off of him, slowly, in case he wasn't done kicking against my efforts to get at his cock yet, and moved back to where I was as he watched. "I just wanna check it out, is all." I explained, staring at the glistening upper half, licking my lips and checking out it's every wonderful detail. "But I'm taking these right off. I don't think you need any clothes at all, right now. I want you all naked and hard." I accomplished this somewhat quickly, before the effects of that lingering kiss could wear off him, then spread his legs so I could kneel between them. I returned to rubbing his thighs, one hand on each, looking down at him with lust and staring at that beautiful, big penis when it hit me: I had my father naked, oiled and hard, right in front of me and on his bed. I imagined what it must have looked like, and took a look over at his dresser mirror, getting hornier instantly upon seeing what I saw there. I couldn't believe myself. For his part, he watched me with mixed apprehension and lust, looking at my boobies. He wanted me. I spread his legs even further so I could get closer, kneeling with my ankles under my bum and leaning forward for a better look at his big, shiny member. His cockhead is so nicely separate from his shaft, so well defined around the rim and shaped perfectly. He looked bigger than average, according to all the information I could Google on the subject of penises, and was respectably thick. My eyes traveled down to his balls, swollen and full, it seemed, standing out as proudly from his groin as the length itself with the most curious little wrinkles here and there. I couldn't see the bottoms of them, but I fully intended to. "Spread your legs, Daddy," I softly instructed as I pushed on them. "Bend your knees and pull your thighs back so I can see everything, okay?" "Oh, sweetie, we shouldn't be doing this." God, how it turns me on when he says that! If he had any idea,... When He was finished complying, with my help, I was able to get a much better look. "Daddy,... I can see your bum hole." " ... Don't,..." I touched it, rubbing over it with my finger and got an instant reaction in the form of a sudden groan as his whole body sort of convulsed with obvious pleasure. "Oh,... did that feel good?" "(gasp) Yes, but don't-" "I'll do it more," I said, lightly rubbing it further, pressing a little every once in a while. He really enjoyed it, obviously even more than I enjoyed doing it. He groaned some more, face turning to the left as his eyes squinted shut. "Uhh! Kitten! No! Oh, fuck!" "(giggle)" I got more comfortable, my face closer to what I was doing until I could slowly lick his anus with just the tip of my tongue, my fingers slowly making their way to his balls. "Oh, god. Oh, fuck. Sweetie, no, don't,... Ahhh, f-fuck!" I stopped, raising my face to look at him with a great big smile from between his legs. I began touching and feeling his balls then, raising my face further to watch his reactions as I gently cupped them, feeling them up thoroughly as I thrilled to how my hand looked there. I got out from between his legs then and kneeled at his side, not letting go of his balls for an instant as his legs relaxed a little. "Does this feel good, too?" "Oh, baby, you're a dirty girl," he sighed. "Yes, but does this feel good?" " ... Yeah, baby, it does. But,... you said you wouldn't touch." "I'm sorry, I can't help it. I want to." With that, I calmly took his cock in my other hand, using a light grip as I glanced at his face. "Oh, kitten, wha- Ohhh,... What are you doing?" "I just wanna,..." I explained distractedly, lifting it up and feeling its rigid, yet interestingly pliant texture in my hand, then noticing something as I ever so slowly began stroking him. What's that on the tip? It's wet." "(gasp!) Uhhh! Oh, shhhh,...!" "What is it?" I prodded, getting closer to inspect the semi clear fluid that was gathered at the top of his head. "It's ca- ah-hh!- precum." "Pre-cum," I repeated, inspecting it closer, still pumping and watching as he got even harder and longer, imagining what the beautiful, slightly curved length would feel like inside miffy, if it could fit. I scooped the precum from the top of his head with an index finger, watching him twitch at the action, then put that finger in my mouth, my eyes slowly lighting up as I looked at his shocked expression. "Oh, Daddy! It tastes,... yummy!" "Kitten, please, you shouldn't be tasting your dad's cum." "How do I get more?" I asked, squeezing a little harder and getting my answer right there as a small amount virtually sprayed out. I immediately licked it right off, not even thinking of what I was doing. "Mmmmm, Daddy, I want more cum! I bet if I sucked on it, I'd get more, huh?" "Oh, god, no, don't do that! It's bad enough you're- kitten, nooo!" I put my mouth over the top of it and began sucking gently on the head, still stroking with one hand, the other grabbing Daddy's as he reached to try to stop me. "Mm," I commented on this new experience. "Mmmm. Mmmmmmm-(slurp)-mmmm." "Oh, kitten, baby, oh, holy fuck!" "Mmmmm. Umb-mmmm. (slurp)" My lips sealed around his shaft, I allowed my head to go further down, taking more of him into my mouth, whipping my tongue around him and removing the strawberry flavoured oil. Soon, my head was bobbing up and down and I could hardly believe I was finally sucking a cock. Best of all, it belonged to my wonderful father, who I loved so much and only wanted to please in any way I could. Okay, I was also pleasing my libido with the help of my fingers between my legs, now that Daddy no longer had the will to stop me. I loved it, the feel of it in my mouth, curling my tongue around it, bobbing up and down like a slut and tasting precum from time to time. Before long, I was pushing it into my throat, my bum in the air as my finger disappeared between my lips, thumb flicking at my almost painfully erect clitoris and not even considering that Daddy would know what I was doing with myself. My lips spread around his thick cock while I tried to deep throat him, choking and drooling, knowing he could see everything his daughter was doing to him. "Ahhh!" I expressed, letting him go, but still pumping with my hand. "Am I doing it right, Daddy?" "I can't believe how good you're doing," he gasped. "Am I better than Sheila?" " ... Who,...?" "Giggle- oooooh! Daddy, I'm playing with miffy! Oummmmb, mmmmmmmm-(guk-slurp) -mmmmmm!?" He began thrusting subtly with his pelvis as his groans renewed. I spread my knees further, better access for my fingers and better balance for the almost maniacal attention I was giving to his delicious cock. Oh, god, it was so good. Finally getting to act like that, to do it, was such a release, I just can't describe. When I came, I was actively fucking my own hand, my skirt hanging from the small of my back, head bobbing with the rhythm of my hips as I gagged repeatedly and violently on Daddy, even though I was doing better than when I started. The sounds I made were so foreign and dirty as this was happening, the squealing, grunting and choking that allowed my saliva to run down to his balls as my eyes rolled back in my head and the world started to go gray. My head was suddenly lifted off of Daddy's cock by the hair and, in some crazy, probably paranoid and guilt ridden part of my mind, I assumed that it had to be Aunt Peggy, having somehow just walked in on us. I continued to pump his cock with my hand anyway, as though it were on autopilot as I vaguely heard Daddy urgently warning me about something I couldn't understand. But, I understood as my eyes opened, halfway like my mouth, in time to see a thick jet of cum leap from Daddy's throbbing cock, splashing my lips and flinging into my mouth as I moaned, my hand still between my legs and twitching again. "Fu- uhhh, fuck, no! nooooo!" Daddy groaned as ensuing shots spurted over and into my mouth, over my cheek, me wailing aloud as another orgasm, a smaller, less intense one shook my frame to the yummy taste of my father's cum. He slowly let go of my hair and laid back down from the half sitting position he'd come to while I continued to slowly stroke him, suddenly realizing that there was a sticky trail of jism running across my knuckles. I tasted and savoured what was already in my mouth as he lay there, still breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling. Swallowing the small amount in my mouth, I allowed my senses to fully experience how it felt when it slid down my throat. I went down on him again, licking his cock and my fingers clean before moving on to his balls to lap up any spilled seed I could find there. Last, I popped his slowly softening cock into my mouth again, sucking to ensure I got it all, crooning contentedly, pumping and massaging his balls as he moaned. Finally finished with that, I laid it down, happily petting it as if it were one of my cats, smiling and looking at him as I felt a sticky glob of cum run from my upper lip into my mouth. "Ohh,... Daddy," I said just above a whisper, looking at him lovingly as he stared back, his face unreadable due to the conflicting range of emotions that seemed to be there. "If you only knew,... Sooo good. I'm so happy and,... almost satisfied." " ... Kat, sweetie,... I'm sorry." "Don't be sorry. I love you." "I know. We have to talk tomorrow, though." "Yeah, it's okay. Um, just stay here, I'll be right back, okay?" "Yeah." I hurried out and to my room where I quickly took about thirty pictures of myself with my laptop, smiling happily with Daddy's cum all over my mouth, a little hanging from my chin. After that, I wiped it all off, and hurried back to his room. I found him as I left him. I got most of the oil toweled from his body, carefully and lovingly rubbing and drying anywhere I pleased. After this, I turned his bed down for him, then got him back on the mattress, me crawling on top of him and pulling the covers over our bodies. I smooched his lips and we were at it again, kissing passionately as I softly moaned my enjoyment of the relatively simple act. His hands found their way to my waist, squeezing affectionately before going on to rub my lower back. When we stopped, "Geez, kitten,... You're incredible." "I loved it. Every single second and I feel so,... different. It was so good for me, you can't know. Oh, Daddy, thank you so much for letting me do that. I love your cum and I'll suck your cock every day, if you want." " ... Oh, god. Kitten, I- I'd love nothing better, but we gotta talk tomorrow, okay?" "Okay. Do you want anything before you go to sleep?" He smiled at me and replied, "No, I'm good, except for maybe another kiss." I happily complied before reluctantly leaving him to his nights rest, turning out the light and softly closing the door. When I got back here, I took a few more shots of myself on the laptop before getting my clothes off and body toweled, hopping into bed nude and falling asleep right away for almost two hours, and now here I am. I can't believe it. When I woke up, I at first thought it was all the very best dream of my life, the shock that hit me when I remembered the reality of the events I just described being unreal. Wow. I actually sucked Daddy's cock and he actually came in my face. In my mind, it's just incredible beyond the measure of any words. Mar. 02/09 I was still wearing the nightie I threw on this morning when he got up, a super short, black foil one that showed not just the bottom of my bum, but the very top of it too. The backless, plunging neckline garment also allowed my nipples to make a damned good show of themselves. But I did have mercy, throwing on a pair of black boycut panties as a last minute concession to Daddy's ability to cope. I was sitting at the table, reading about the real deal on softwood lumber exports in Maclean's when he walked in. "Good morning." I said with a sunny smile, getting up and turning around to begin his breakfast. "See how nice it is outside?" " ... Beautiful, Kat." "You sleep well?" "Once I fell asleep, yeah. Surprisingly well," he added, walking around the table. I off handedly mentioned, "I could use a few more hours sl-eeep!" He'd walked right up beside me and casually ran his hand up the back of my nightie, making me jump, whipping my head around and up with an open mouthed smile of surprise. For his part, he looked down at me with a loving expression, briefly glancing around the features of my face before bending and giving me a really nice, long kiss right on the lips. (wheeee!!) When I put my arms around his neck, he jerked me off my feet and I instinctually wrapped my bare legs around his waist, ankles interlocked behind him. We kissed anew, me moaning happily while one of his forearms supported my bum, his other big hand on my bare back, rough calluses giving me goose bumps as they traveled over my soft skin. "(gasp) Oh, Daddy!" " ... Yeah, well I had some serious words in mind until I came out here." "Oh? What happened?" "You seduced me again." "I didn't do anything." "Yes, you did. But, we really do-" "-have to talk," I interrupted with a deep tone, a loose imitation of his voice. " ... Okay, very funny, but we do." "I know and you're right, I guess. I just don't like the idea of controlled fun. It's like light chip dip." He laughed about this and let me down, saying, "I don't wanna get into it too much right now 'cause I gotta eat and get to work, but we'll talk tonight when I get home, okay?" "Okay," I agreed, retaining my smile while I turned to continue with his fried egg and cheddar sandwiches on toasted, whole wheat bread with real butter. I found it easy to retain my smile with the greeting he gave me, figuring that our little talk could well turn into a lot of fun. He gave my bum a couple of pats and went to sit and wait for his breakfast, turning the Maclean's magazine around. "I wasn't kidding about what I said last night, you know," I said. "About what?" "About how you helped me. I don't remember the last time I felt so,... settled. Focused." "Really?" "Really. I should take a course, or something," I joked. We actually talked of normal things, an effort on his part to get through breakfast without being reminded that he'd cum in his own daughter's face and mouth. I simply sat across the table from him with my usual good posture, keeping him company while he ate and at the ready to grab anything he might want. Judging from some of his glances, he seemed to want my boobies, but there was no time. I handed him his lunch box and saw him out the door, going to my tiptoes to give him a last, lingering kiss with a smile before he left. Watching him pull out to the street, I imagined his reaction when he found the envelope I tucked under his sandwiches in his lunch box, the one that was labeled 'I love my Daddy' in red lipstick and contained some of the choice pictures I took of myself with my laptop the night before. "I still can't believe you did that," he said later, shaking his head with a smile. "We're lucky I eat where I work and not in the cafeteria." "Yeah, but I knew that, you mentioned it a couple of times before. So, you really liked them, huh? Which was your favourite?" We were sitting on the couch, he in his usual place and wearing a clean pair of jeans and black T-shirt, hair still wet after his post work shower. I was wearing a pair of snug, pink cigarette pants with pockets and a short sleeved, white blouse, its neckline plunging low enough to show just a little of my white lace bra. I sat beside him on the middle cushion, turned to face him with my feet up, leaning against the back of the couch with a guilty, but excited smile. "You're gonna make me tell you that?" he asked, understandably uncomfortable about it. "Well, I'm sorry but,... naturally, I'd be curious." "Ahhh, geez,... The one where you have that bright little smile, the one you always have when you get something you want. And there's this big (ahem) glop of,... about to run into your mouth from your upper lip." "(giggle!)" "Okay, don't start that, that's what always gets us into trouble, missy." He said seriously, but with a small grin nonetheless. "Well, I'm glad you liked them." "Uh huh. Can I ask you a question?" "Sure." "You've said some things to me,... about me that make me wonder. Kat,... Shit, I don't believe I'm asking this, but,... do you have some kind of thing for me?" " ... Um,... I like to be with you. A lot. When I say I love you, I may mean that a little more than you think, I guess. Maybe a lot more." "Okay,... See, I can't help but get the feeling that you're intentionally trying to seduce me and doing a damned fine job of it, too." " ... Are you mad?" "No, I was last night for a little while, but,... Shit. I'm just worried about you, okay? I don't want to be responsible for fucking up your life after I tried so hard to give you every shot for the last nineteen years." " ... But, you're not mad now?" "No," he sighed, "I find I can't stay mad at you, lately." I fidgeted with my nails, hands in my lap, and replied, "You're not going to fuck up my life. I know what I want." "You're only nineteen." "I know what I want." " ... Kat, maybe this time, you should trust me and go with what I want for you, what'll be best for you down the line." "I know what I want." "Oh, fuck. ... Kitten, at your age, you just can't see the long term consequences of what you want. This isn't some computer, or a dancing job, this is,... important. Try to take a long view here, like I always taught you." "I have, believe me. I told you, I don't want a boy and I don't want some perverted man who's probably married on the sly, using me for kicks. I'm very picky about who gets to use me for kicks and nobody's measured up to you yet." "Again," he labored, "you're only nineteen. You're not even dating, you're not even trying." "I'm not going to be some date whore. You taught me that too." "You don't have to be to find someone decent." "Oh, sure, Daddy. Let's start with the lameoids from my so called generation, running around with I-pods plugged into their heads and texting each other every minute of the day with real important stuff like, 'where you at?'. In the meantime, these fools couldn't possibly work like a man, because their pants are practically down to their knees! No, I'm not even going near that!" Dad's The Man Ch. 06 "Okay, okay, don't get excited," he said, laughing a little despite his serious intentions. "Have you ever thought that this whole thing is all just your overactive hormones?" "It doesn't make any difference. Like I said, I know what I want. I want a real man and that's you. Period." " ... As flattered as I am, I can't allow that." "Oh!,... Daddy!" I said, frustrated, grabbing his hand and holding it in my lap. "Didn't you hear me this morning? Sex isn't just,... There's the psychological side that has to be satisfied and, with me, that's a big thing. What happened last night was so much more than what I can do on my own to stave off,... You know! You telling me that you can't allow that is like telling someone who's sick that they can't have their medicine! Daddy, I need your cock!" "Okay, just calm down," he said softly as I distractedly kneaded his big fingers, sincerely upset and telling the truth as I see it. "Kat, you have to look at this from my point of view. I mean, fuck, you're my daughter. How am I supposed to feel?" "You want me." "I- ... Kitten, I-" "We both know it." ... (sigh!) Yes, I do. And you have to stop playing with fire, or one of these times,..." "What?" "Things like this get outta hand, kitten. Not to mention the fact that what we've already been doing is just wrong." "No, it's not. There's nothing wrong with it at all, as long as I don't have any babies, and I am on the pill." "Nothing wrong with it?" "No." "Go tell your Aunt Peggy about this, then. Get her opinion." " ... Well,... Okay, you've made your point. I just don't care." "I do." "Daddy, I,... I won't be denied. Not now that I've had a taste,... I'll get to you, you know I will." His face became quite serious then and I was afraid that I'd maybe gone too far, but then he closed his eyes, looking down, practically telling me that he knew it was true, that I would sooner or later wear him down and get my way, even in this, especially in this. He asked quietly, "Why in hell couldn't you have just wanted a car,... like most girls your age?" he added, a tone in his voice that suggested he longed for this uncomplicated dream. I smiled warmly, having a little sympathy for him and cuddled right up next to him, taking his arm, putting it around my shoulder and relaxing, looking at the muted image of Lloyd Robertson on TV. "You know, one of the best parts is when you had me by the hair as you were cumming on my face. That was just,... I mean, I never would have imagined that little detail. It was fabulous and it did so much to,... make me feel,... seen to. I came twice, you know." "(groan)" "Oh, don't worry, Daddy. I'll leave you alone, tonight. If you leave me alone, that is. (giggle)" "You and your little 'superkitten' routine. That's another thing that gets us into trouble." That's when the idea struck me and I just went for it, just as a nice, perverted jolt to his new way of looking at me. In the ridiculous 'superkitten' voice that stopped up Gina, I said, "I want your cock, Daddy!" " ... Wh-,... Oh my fuck,... what was that?" he asked with the same tone that Gina had in her voice. "(giggle!) Oh, just a little foolishness. Part of my 'superkitten' persona. (giggle)" " ... You're really serious, aren't you? You're going to do it to me." "Oh Daddy,... Do you know how much I enjoy cooking for you, cleaning our house and dressing up in my little outfits for your pleasure? I love doing this because I love you. I'm devoted to you and I always will be. Just accept that and know that I'm going to be the woman you deserved to have all these years and that I'll very much enjoy being that woman. You know there's nothing left to talk about." "When you're my age, I'll be retired. At some point, you'll be taking care of me, possibly coming to see me in a care home with Alzheimer's." "Now you're just trying to scare me, but it won't work. It's far from the first time a young woman has spent her life with an older man. I know, I googled it." "Of course you did. That doesn't answer my question, though." "Who better to take care of you and make sure you're alright if you need it? Who would be more reliable and dedicated and purely motivated? No offense, but Aunt Peggy would have you digging out her septic tank. Does that answer your question?" "Uh, I am still your father, and I don't appreciate attitude." "Fine," I easily agreed. " ... Holy,... shit." "I know, I know. But, you have to admit, our little talk went well. I'm quite happy- surprised, but happy- with the boundaries we laid out and I think that, before long, we-" "Kat, I wouldn't push it," he said, quite seriously. "Sorry." "I just,... What am I supposed to do with,...?" A long pause went by as we watched the silent news, until I twisted over on my side, throwing a leg over his lap, an arm across his middle, my other burrowing behind his back. I laid my head on his shoulder and snuggled further into him without being stopped and just enjoyed myself there quietly. In time, he raised the volume a little ways and, with my eyes closed, I now listened to the news without watching the footage. Our little talk did indeed seem to be over and I really was quite surprised and pleased with how it all went. A little while after, his arm rested on my back and his fingers began languidly playing with my hair, caressing my scalp, I spoke softly, a little sleepily. "Daddy?" "Yes?" he invited in a neutral tone. "Umm,... I actually do want a car. In addition to your cock, I mean." He issued a short, exasperated laugh, running his fingers up the back of my scalp as I smiled a little wider, enjoying the goose bumps. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew, I was being carried in his arms down the hall. "Mmmm,... Daddy,...?" I asked, confused and not entirely awake, my voice thick and a little hoarse with sleep. He didn't answer, only shoved my door open with his foot and carried me into my darkened room. He hesitated at my bed, then put me down in a sitting position, pulling the bedcovers down behind me. I watched him in the shadows as he proceeded to unbutton my blouse and push it off my shoulders, pulling it down my arms and away from me. Next, he laid me back and unbuttoned, unzipped my pants and worked them down my hips, legs and off. Throwing the covers over me, he sat on the edge of the bed, leaning down close and giving me a kiss on the lips, like I hoped he still would. "How am I supposed to see my little kitten now?" he asked softly in the gloom, the light from the hallway illuminating one side of his strong face. "Mmmm." I expressed, stretching in my warm bed and adding with a little smile, "Like I said, just think of me as 'superkitten'." "Superkitten, huh?" "Uh huh. (giggle) Night, Daddy. I love you." "I love you too. That hasn't changed." "Mmmmmmmm." I'm not sure what time that was, but I woke up around two and couldn't get back to sleep, thinking about what was said and processing it all. I noted how things didn't go as expected again and remembered what he'd said about how things can get out of hand. I started to get nervous of that, once again questioning my sanity and suddenly afraid that I'd set myself on a road to ruin, also as Daddy had mentioned. And then, there's still Gina, isn't there? Damn, what am I going to do about her? Anyway, I got up to write this, hoping to get a realistic perspective, but I'm not sure whether it worked or not. I'm learning that realistic perspectives don't always speak the same language as my desires do. I wonder what Sheila would say. Mar. 03/09 I had this dream last night, the kind that seems so real, you know? The one that seems to generate detail and feel, personal connection and the whole illusionary experience that can usually shake a person upon awakening, no matter what it was about, or what happened in it. I was exiting the mall that Gina and I frequent most often, except I was alone. I had a lot of colourful bags loaded with my purchases and was looking for Daddy's truck. From the Mall doors, I looked all over the darkened parking area in vain and soon wandered into the lot, searching up and down the aisles of cars, looking for the truck and suddenly unsure of whether or not I even drove there in it. I wasn't as surprised as you might think to clue into the fact that Sheila had been searching with me most of the time, dressed as she was in one of the pictures, in a medium blue sweater and black jeans. She carried no bags, or purse, and her hair whipped a little slowly as she turned her head this way and that, searching for her ex lover's vehicle. Finally, I'd realized that I was looking at her, not for the truck, so I stopped, looking back and hoping I could visually survey the area I'd passed through, but I wasn't entirely sure it was the same area. We were back at the mall doors and Sheila was going in to use the phone for whatever reason, me trailing because I didn't know what else to do and had become, for some reason, greatly worried about my bags of purchases. She didn't want to use the phone after all, passed right by them as I called and called, pointing to the phone just inside the doors. Then, I was in the mall, inside a colourful shoe shop that I recognize from that very mall, waiting for her with Barb, Norah, and Peggy, all of us sharing a well established love/hate relationship as we hid. She came in as she was supposed to, loaded down with bags and we all jumped her, pulling her bags away as she cried out for them, only to have her clothes pulled away after, allowing everyone's hands all over her. It was such a turn on, how she struggled, squirming under our grip while large penises seemed to hover from undefined men, endlessly threatening. I looked up at them, the blurred faces that surrounded me, crying for my bags and terrified beyond imagination, watching her (or was it myself?) walk away from me across the room with a merry smile, waving even as Sheila/I walked out the door so slowly. I jerked myself awake when I flung up my arms, begging me/her to not leave me behind. This morning, Daddy didn't mention the things spoken of last night, but looked at me soberly, even though we did each share a little kiss and hesitant smile. In the bright light of day, I was a little surprised at how I'd boldly stated what I wanted and exactly how I intended to get it, and I still am. I mean, the cat is out of the bag now, isn't it? Maybe it's for the best. Anyway, before he left, I thanked him for putting me to bed with a very warm smile that he seemed to genuinely appreciate and return, telling me he'd be back in nine. (hours, he means) I went out and took a look at the used lumber he'd scored somewhere for Peggy's basement and saw that it was as good as he said during breakfast and perfect for the job. I started gathering the stuff I'd need, a circular saw, hammer, square, blah, blah and set them all near the end of the workbench before grabbing a shovel and going outside to check out the drainage issues in the back yard. I was just a little bit down all day and I still blame it on that stupid dream, but I unbuttoned my polo shirt a little and took a short walk on down the street to Glendon Ferguson's place and found out that we indeed have a common problem with our shared neighbour's dog. In my tight jeans and open welding jacket, pushup bra doing everything it's supposed to, I convinced the bored retiree to take action concerning our canine problem pretty quickly, along with his wife, who was so impressed at how polite I am. Daddy got home and we enjoyed a lazy evening together, watching a pretty good movie, me running for popcorn. He now seems unwilling, or unable to even approach the subjects of last night, almost as though he's trying to pretend it's not happening. I was happy to let him ride with that for the night, mostly because of the day's lingering mood and because the satisfaction I got Sunday night allowed me to not sit there all horny, but to just enjoy his company, like it used to be. Sort of. Dad's The Man Ch. 07 Mar. 04/09 I was in a way better mood today than I was yesterday. Not only did I get a good night's sleep, but there were no weird dreams. When the alarm went off, I had it deactivated before the third annoying tone and was out of bed and in the hallway, wearing only the yellow panties Gina bought me when we first met and a small pink T-shirt that was barely long enough to cover the bottoms of my boobies. I knew as I was scampering towards Daddy's door that my horny was back and I enjoyed the way my boobies felt bouncing around in my shirt. Vaguely fearing he'd have it locked against me, I quietly opened the door and crept in, carefully managing to get almost right on top of him as he lay sleeping on his back. I leaned in close, opened my mouth and barely licked his lips before kissing him, waking him up. I went in for another and stayed there, opening my mouth and grinding myself against him with the covers between us. It took him about four seconds from waking to begin kissing me back and, before I knew it, we were making out quite heavily, his hand caressing under the back of my shirt, wandering down to my bum and back up. "Mmm. You know," I said with a horny smile, "if I were a serial killer, you'd be dead now." He smiled at my old joke and stretched, arms out and flexing, me quick to capitalize by running my hands over his upper arms while he did. "I'm doing Peggy's door today," I informed him. "Mmmm. Gina helping you?" "Yup, I convinced her. We'll pick her up on the way to the plant, okay?" "Okay. Get off me, kitten, I gotta get my shit together." "Nope." "Nope?" "Nope. You gotta get me off you. Like when we used to wrestle, except now I'm older and in a lot better shape, so I can win without you letting me." He laughed out loud at this as I smiled back. "It's no joke, I'm in really good shape," I said, straightening up so that I was sitting on his belly. "See? Plus, I'm already on top, so I have the advantage." "I can have you off me in about five seconds, Kat." "Prove it." Boy, did he ever. In a flash, his thumbs and forefingers had captured my erected nipples and were squeezing, twisting until it actually hurt, but it was mainly the surprise that had me screaming and laughing. I didn't dare try to rip his arms away, could only wail with my hands held uselessly out a little from my sides as he began to get to a sitting position. While doing this, he pushed me backward and to the side, laying me down on my back as I screamed for him to let go amidst my pained laughter. Once he was on his feet and had me prone on his bed (about five seconds after he grabbed my nipples) he did let go and walked away with a triumphant smile, a half hard cock that I couldn't help but notice in his boxers. "No fair!" I indignantly called after him, curling into the fetal position and holding my assaulted nipples in the palms of my hands. "You were supposed to wrestle!" "I don't remember agreeing to that." he informed from the hallway. "Cheateeeeeer!! Chea-!!" Suddenly, the most incredibly pleasurable sensations seemed to sprout from my nipples. I rolled onto my back, mouth open and not uttering a sound as I rubbed them more, enjoying this tingling warmth almost to the exclusion of all else. A couple minutes later, I was standing in the bathroom doorway, watching Daddy brush his teeth with an awed expression. "Whaa?" he garbled, glancing at me with a knowing smile. " ... Do that again, okay?" He took his maddening time in finishing his first chore of the morning, rinsing his mouth with a cup of water afterward, smiling the whole damned time while I waited for his answer. "Do what again?" "Daddy! You know, do it again." "What? I don't know what you're talking about," he insisted, glancing at my boobies, their erect nipples and the little upside down, yellow triangle between my legs as the situation in his boxers grew. "Pinch my nipples, Daddy!" He laughed a little and grabbed them again, twisting and pinching like he did in his room. "Ahhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh, god, it hurts,... sooo gooooood!" He backed me out into the hallway, right against the opposite wall and held on for what must have been a half minute, letting go as I started to slide down the wall, getting off on the anticipation of the pleasure this would bring, hence on the pain itself. He stepped back with that damned smile and closed the bathroom door. I slid down the wall the rest of the way, parted my legs and pulled my panties aside to begin playing with myself, waiting for the party my nipples were about to throw in my honour. It was a great party, alright, and I was actually halfway to orgasm when it was over, getting to my feet after, hearing the shower running and finding that he'd locked the bathroom door. "Daddy!!" "Go away!" "Unlock the door and do it again!!" "No, let me shower in peace!" "I can get through this doooooor!!" I threatened with a big smile on my face and in my tone." "You can fix it toooooooo!" he replied with the same tone. " ... You win this time! But, I'll get you next time!! Next time, Daaaaaaddy!!" I shouted in my superkitten voice, laughing afterwards and horny as hell. I went to my room to get dressed, giggling and planning on how to force one more nipple twist out of him before we left. Pulling the bay door down behind me, I backed the truck into the garage and loaded it with the needed tools and lumber while he ate. I was dressed in a black T-shirt with a V neck, my rawhide welding jacket and an old pair of faded blue work jeans, tight ones of course. When I was done, I hopped up on the lowered tailgate, legs hanging off the edge. Removing my work gloves and kicking my feet back and forth through the air, I waited for Daddy. He came in about ten minutes later and smiled, glancing in the box of the truck and asking, "All ready, kitten? Or, should I refer to you as 'superkitten' from now on?" "(giggle) Right now, superkitten would like her nipples twisted one last time before we go." "Oh, god, I've created a monster. Later, okay, we gotta-" I slipped off the tailgate and held up the keys of the truck with a devious smile, saying, "It won't take that long and, if you don't, you'll have to dig for the keys." I shoved them down the front of my pants, way down inside my black, boycut panties. As he watched shaking his head, rolling his eyes and grinning, I approached him, removing my hand from my pants and sticking my boobies out, the un-zippered welding jacket falling to their outsides. He gave in, having no trouble finding my nipples, as I was wearing a pretty thin bra that allowed them to be somewhat visible. "Uhhh! Uhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!" I cried out as he backed me easily to the tailgate. "Hop up," he instructed with a playful grin, twisting a little harder to motivate me. Then he was pushing me down to lie in the bottom of the box, my head lying beside the lumber for Aunt Peggy's doorframe, he standing between my spread legs. He leaned forward and kissed me, initiating a really hot little make out session as I voiced the delicious pain his loving fingers were delivering. It drove me wild and he let go all too soon, even though he held on longer than the last time. I could only moan, waiting for what was coming while he stood back and watched, a little smile on his face that spoke of an amused interest as he leaned on the back of the truck. I unfastened my jeans and stuck my hand down my panties, but not for the keys. I nudged them aside to begin playing with miffy as the rush of pleasure that washed over me from my nipples began. Yes, Daddy watched me play with myself right in front of him. When it was all over, he looked at me with a crooked grin, saying, "I take it you're unfocused again." "(sigh!) Mmmm. Thank you," I said, lying in the bed of the truck with a smile, all worked up and very much unfocused. "Let's go, play time's over. Think you can drive?" After taking my hand out of my jeans, holding the keys, I dropped off the tailgate and to my feet as I eyed him with a tricky grin, refastening my jeans. "Yeah, I can drive." I replied. "(giggle!)" " ... You're a bad little kitten." "I want your hard cock in my mouth so bad, I can literally taste it. But yeah, let's go." Poor Daddy. A little while later, he was looking in Gina's lap, at the things she was holding there with a smirk. A new pair of safety goggles, brand new work gloves, two packages of disposable, paper respiration masks and a brand new measuring tape. In addition, she wore a new pair of safety toe work boots, nice jeans, a new, insulated jean jacket and, of all things, a black beret on her head. "What?" she asked. "What do you think you're gonna be doing?" "I wanted to be prepared." She said defensively. "For what?" he inquired, openly grinning at her now. "Chernobyl? You're just doing a door frame." This time, he laughed openly at his own joke. "Daddy, leave her alone," I said, laughing a little myself. "Yeah, leave her alone!" Gina repeated with a grin. "Well, look at ya. And what's with the crazy hat?" "Uh, It's a beret!" "Oh, well fuck, that makes all the difference, doesn't it? What, are ya French or something? We got a little Separatist in the truck with us, kitten?" "(giggle)" "What!?" He laughed out loud again and said, "I'm sorry, you just look kinda funny." "Hey!" she asserted, pointing her finger at him with a vicious smile, "I'm here under great duress! I even went to the trouble of watching that stupid DIY Channel and they-!" She was interrupted by both our laughter, this time. " ... -and this is the gear they all have! Oh, good, laugh it up!" "How long have you been preparing yourself for this?" he managed. "Where the hell are you from?" "Daddy, now you're being mean!" I told him, with an elbow to his ribs, my tummy a little sore from laughing, nipples still atingle. "You think that's funny, John boy?" Gina challenged, her grin changing tone a little. "Yeah!" he laughed on. "Yup,... yup,..." she nodded, seeming to accept it. "This the plant?" "Yeah! Heh, Separatist! Sometimes I fuckin' slay me!" "Well, guess what, tough guy? You're a man sitting between two women in your own truck. In front of aaaall your coworkers, I'm going to let you out. Then I'll tell you when we'll be back, and then we're going to drive off. In your truck." He stopped laughing at this prospect and his smile seemed to fade as the reality of this imminent event sunk in. "Oh, but I'm sure you won't look that whipped. I'm sure they won't think you're a mary! Haaaaaa!!" "Oh, my god!" I cried, laughing with Gina at Daddy's expense now. I couldn't resist being just a little dirty, dropping him off at the gatehouse, right outside the open window of the gatekeeper while he called us both witches. Gina even held the door wide for him with her smile, standing out of his way as he exited the passenger side of the cab with a miserable little, conceding grin on his face. Lunchbox in hand, he tried to get around her while she dictated aloud what time he could expect us to pick him up at. "I'll get you," I heard him promise her. She laughed light heartedly and hopped back in, closing the door behind her. We wished him a nice day from the open window and drove off, several men looking. "Oh, my god, poor Daddy!" I laughed on the way through the parking lot. You are awful! And he will get you! Me too!" "Yeah, but this is the real funny part," she chuckled. "Those guys aren't gonna be thinking he's a mary at all. They'll be jealous, he'll be 'The Man' in their eyes, getting out of a nice truck that he owns, being chauffeured around by two attractive young women?" "Yeah, but one of them is his daughter." "Think they care? They probably wish they had a daughter that looked like you, running around the house with those nice titties bouncing around for them to look at." " ... You're right. Oh-my-god times ten." "No shit. Did you see the way they were looking at us? And him? Just imagine all the dirty little thoughts and fantasies running through their heads right now. Actually, a few spring to my own,... " "That was quite something, smutty. I gotta say, I'm impressed." "You would be. Know what impresses me?" "What?" "You, in those clothes, driving this big truck. It looks,... unlikely. But it fits you well. You look really scrumptious, by the way." "Thanks. You look like the kind of woman who might run afoul of an irate construction worker." "Kat, we're going to be in your aunt's basement, we can't do anything down there. She already doesn't like me, I'd rather not-" "Why don't we just see how you work out today before we get into what we can and can't do, hm?" I looked across the bench seat at her as she only shook her head, smiling at me. "On a serious note, Aunt Peggy does love to go fishing, so if we get talking to her, you have to be careful, okay?" "Right." As I've written, Aunt Peggy lives in a big, very nicely treed subdivision that's spread out over some hills in the landscape. It's always cool going there, because of the patched chipseal road and the big, secluded and naturally screened lots that make it like taking a drive in the country. So, with that and the fact that my beautiful Gina was beside me, I was pretty cheerful when I knocked on Peggy's door about twenty minutes later. "Hi, Aunt Peggy," I greeted. She was in her old blue housecoat and it looked like my knock had awakened her, although she knew I was coming. She looked from my face to my chest, then looked around me at Gina. "Hello," my friend said politely, most of her recent acquisitions back in the truck, along with her beret at my persuasion. "Gina came along to help me out." " ... Yeah, thanks, Gina," Peggy said with a carefully neutral expression. "It's no problem." "Come in." She turned around and went back to her kitchen, started the coffee maker and went right on through, around the corner and out of sight, to her dim inner sanctum. We lugged the stuff we brought down to the unfinished basement, each of us making another couple of trips before we had everything. Then, off came the door and some of the dirty old drywall adjacent to the doorway. It was a mess, but Gina really was a big help. "So you actually watched DIY for this?" I asked with a smile after cutting out a section of rotted two by four along the concrete floor. "I,... Ummmmph!" she exerted, trying to pry the old sill up and managing to rip off a large chunk of rot. "I didn't want to be just standing around, absolutely useless. But none of the shows I saw dealt with this job and I can't help but notice how we're doing things like the non professionals, rather than say, Mike Holmes. "Yeah, but Mike is an experienced, licensed professional with a huge budget and a TV show, whereas I'm just a girl with some home learning and an aunt who needs a new door frame with no budget at all. Luckily, no cameras, either." "Ah." "See, in the world of reality, sometimes you gotta do what ya gotta do to get the job done and just thank god you're not living in a mud hut somewhere in Africa." "Nicely put. Dammit, this thing is stubborn! Is it okay if I just stand on the prybar?" "Yup, be careful of your balance, though." "You should have your own show." "Oh, sure." "I'd watch." "You'd be too busy watching Amy Mathews." "Ohh,... I would so lick her pussy." The old doorsill suddenly gave up its grip and popped out as though in aghast reaction to what Gina said, dropping her a few inches to the concrete floor. It was just one of those moments, I guess, but we both started laughing like idiots. We finished up, a good job if I say it myself, and lugged all the stuff back out to the truck again. We were waiting in Peggy's kitchen for her to return from the bathroom when I spied her coffee mug, a large teal coloured one, on her coffee table. I glanced down the hall, then took a few quick steps towards it, bent over and sniffed. Nothing, but that didn't prove anything. Gina taught me a long time ago about the odourless qualities of vodka. I picked up the cup and took a sip. Whoa! It was the kind of coffee Juan Valdez's evil twin brother would make, the one who lives deep in the jungle with a chimpess and a still. I carefully put it back exactly the way I'd found it, having taken note of this before I ever touched it, and tiptoed hastily back to Gina, who looked at me questioningly. I whispered that I'd tell her later, just before the knob on the bathroom door rattled, and out came Peggy. I explained to her that the job was finished and good as new, whereupon she thanked me politely, if a little formally, and stood there with an odd expression. It soon became obvious that she was waiting for us to leave. Jeesh. After we got on the road, Gina asked, "So what was that all about with her coffee?" "Daddy says she drinks, so I was just curious." " ... Well?" "Oh, she drinks alright. Either that, or her coffee's some kinda enriched uranium blend." "That bad?" "I'll probably come up with cancer by the time I'm thirty for that one sip." "Shit,... Hey, what's her problem, anyway?" "Daddy says she's bitter. About having to divorce her husband cause he fucked Sheila." "Yeah, but that was about twenty years ago, wasn't it?" I shrugged and said, "That's just the way she is." "It's a shame," Gina commented. "A very attractive woman, your aunt Peggy." "Wh- Huh?" I managed, looking at her like she was crazy for a moment before returning my eyes to the winding, tree lined road. "Aunt Peggy? You're serious?" "Yes. Don't be fooled by the way she's let herself go." "Wow. Gina, you must be drinking some of that uranium blend, yourself." She laughed quietly, looking ahead as we made our way back to the main road. We had just navigated the intersection when Gina's cell phone rang. We have a gig tomorrow night.     Mar. 09/09 It's like every birthday and Christmas I ever had all at once. It's the ultimate. First of all, let me say sorry for not writing last night, but I was kind of busy, as I'll soon explain. I got back home at the usual time, just in time for supper and very glad to be there. After supper, I did my usual little 'post weekend' clean up routine before grabbing a shower. I came out in a little pair of stretchy, low cut, fuchsia shorts that lets the very bottoms of my bum cheeks hang out. Under a long, pink T-shirt with a deep, oval neckline, I wore a matched set like the yellow one Gina bought me, except the little triangles were all white lace, the straps of the panties riding above my shorts, but under the shirt. Daddy sat there in a pair of baggy jeans, the type he usually hangs around in on Sunday evenings, and the usual T-shirt, this one dark blue with some industrial logo on the front. His feet were up on the coffee table and, after the TV no longer offered anything worth his time, He picked up his novel and began reading. I watched for another hour, glancing at him when it would look like a casual movement, very aware of my horny and that I hadn't masturbated all day, not even while I was in the shower. My nipples were fully erect and pushing out, insistent on being seen, and I knew my shorts and thin panties were outlining my hot and spread lipped miffy quite effectively. Unable to concentrate, I turned the TV down and picked up my trash novel from the end table which, of course, only cranked up my horny all the more. I suppose I was doing it on purpose, finding it exciting to let him deal with a somewhat more pressing onslaught of his freakishly sexual little daughter. Dad's The Man Ch. 07 "Kat?" "Mmm?" "Can you stop that?" "What?" "Bouncing your knee like that. It jiggles the couch and it's distracting." I had one thigh up on the couch as I sat, knee bent and pointing at Daddy. I was lightly bouncing it without realizing while I skipped through the boring bits of my novel, looking for the juicy scenes. "Oh. Sorry." "S'okay." Five minutes later, "Kat, you're doing it again." "Sorry." Two minutes later, "Okay, now you're snapping your nails." "Sorry," I complained, putting the book up and sighing. After a minute of watching the silent TV, I looked over at him, still reading his scary novel. It looked like a good part. I allowed my upper body to slowly fall over until my upturned face was smiling up at him from the center cushion, but he didn't seem to notice. So, I slowly, carefully squirmed on my back, pushing with my feet on the armrest until the top of my head touched his thigh. He looked down at me and said, "Okay, what's wrong?" "I'm bored." "Well, I'm not. I'm right at a good part." He went back to his reading, so I got up, right to my knees and crowded him while I leaned against the back of the couch, my forearm laying behind his head. Taking his novel out of his hands, I placed his book mark and tossed it to the coffee table. "There, now you're bored, too." "Oh, come on. Why don't you go play a computer game, or something?" "No, let's have some fun, Daddy." "What kind of fun?" he warily asked. "(giggle)" "Kat, don't do this to me, alright? Why don't we just play Scrabble, or-" "Nope. Let's play a new game. We'll call it,... Ummmmm,... Oh! We'll call it, Daddy's Hard Cock." He actually blinked at that while I giggled again but, after a moment, replied with, "Do I even want to know the rules?" "Ummm,... okay, first, you take your pants off. And your underwear. Then I have to make your cock hard without even touching it to win." " ... Okay, what if you lose? I ask because I just have to know." "Hmm. I never thought of that because I just figured I'd win." "Yeah, well you lose cause we're not doing it." "Daddy, c'mon!" "I'm not playing that game." "Whyyyyyy?" I whined. "Because you know why. It'll lead to things we shouldn't be doing." "Daddy, we had this conversation!" "Yeah, right." I looked at him, quite sincerely frustrated, and suddenly bounced on my knees a little, impatient and whining in a soft voice, "Daa-ddyy! I wanna act like a little whore!" That seemed to get his attention. "Sweetie,... We can't let things get out of hand, remember? Let's just,... not do stuff we shouldn't be doing, okay? Just go in your room and,..." "Masturbate?" I finished. "It'll probably help." "Daddy, take your pants off now, okay?" "Kitten,... girls who want to act like little whores are usually treated that way." "I don't care," I insisted, bouncing and starting to pout a little. Pleeease take your pants off? Plee-ee-ee-ee-ase? I wanna watch it get all hard." It worked. I knew it when I looked at him. He undid his pants and pushed them, along with his underwear down his legs and off as I watched, a slow smile that replaced my pouting expression getting broader. It looked mostly flaccid, although definitely not completely. He leaned back again, a little uncomfortably, then looked up at me. "There you go." "Oh, Daddy,... I love it. Remember when you rubbed my bum and pulled my panties down so you could see miffy?" " ... Um, you make it sound like it was my idea, but yeah." "And when I sucked on your cock until you grabbed me by the hair and came on my face?" "(sigh) Yes," he answered, his penis twitching and starting to flesh out a little more. "And when you said that we shouldn't be doing those things with each other?" "Yes." "Well, I wanna do more things we shouldn't be doing, stuff we really shouldn't be doing. Dirty and bad stuff." " ... Like what?" he asked, putting his arm around me as his penis suddenly seemed to lay over, redirecting itself to a more upward pointing angle between his legs. I answered, watching his growing erection while he gently squeezed my side. " ... Well,... I wanna suck on your cock again and swallow all your cum. (giggle!)" "Jeez, kitten," he breathed as my hand played in the hair at the back of his head. He got harder as his hand wandered to my bum, making my smile even wider as I pushed myself into him a little, slowly moving my hips around. His other hand went under the front of my shirt and began rubbing my belly. Wow, this felt good, his big hand cupping my cheeks while the other caressed up and down, side to side. Obviously, I loved the attention and moaned, watching his penis get even harder, lengthening and thickening into a true cock as he spread his legs a bit and slouched down. "Ohhh, Daddy. Look, it's getting bigger." "Yeah, no wonder," he said softly as I felt my shorts being slowly pulled down. "But, I think Daddy's gonna play some games of his own." "Ooooooh, yeah." I savoured every inch of my short's journey down my hips, glancing as my panties became visible to him, but not wanting to take my eyes off his rapidly hardening manhood for too long. When they fell to my knees, we both co-operated in removing them entirely. He also savoured the experience, well I could tell by how he almost refused to look away from my crotch as we were removing my shorts. His hand returned to rubbing my belly, the other back to my bum and up and down my back. "Ohhh, that feels so good." He gently encouraged my knees to part on the seat cushion and began softly running his palm up and down the inside of my thighs as his cock finished expanding itself. At this point, having gotten to watch the process while Daddy indulged himself with me, I was pretty turned on. I sighed long and lustfully when he leaned in close and kissed my belly button. Then he began sucking on it and, oh my god, he was starting to drive me crazy as I wondered what he'd do next! I spread my legs further, looking down as the hand that was at my inner thigh touched me just above the small, white lace triangle. He moved that hand around so slowly, so lightly as his lips began to roam over my belly. And then, after taking his lips away from me, his fingers slowly dipped down over that white lace, lightly but willfully making their way between my legs, over my singing clitoris and down my wet lips, right to my opening and just a bit beyond before returning again to my belly to repeat the action, this time pressing a little harder. "Oh. Oh. Ohhh." I barely squeaked. "That feel good, kitten?" he asked softly. "Oh. Oh, yes, Daddy. More, please? Ohh." Then his hand went down the inside of my panties, making me wail, "Ohh! Oh! Uhhhh!?" The feel of his fingers down there, freely exploring and manipulating miffy was purely explosive. That's the best way I can describe it. Those fingers weren't shy, either, but oh so gentle and caring. "Oh, fuck, kitten,... What a beautiful body. Let's take your panties off, hm?" "Oh, yeah!" This time, he guided me to the floor, standing in front of him so he could pull them down to drop at my ankles. I flashed a shy little smile, hooking my thumb in the bottom of my T-shirt and dragging it down in front to cover miffy, showing quite a bit of cleavage in the process as I stood there with my bum still completely exposed. "Yeah, right," he said with his own little smile, leaning back, raising his palms to shoulder level, almost as if he were holding a barbell. "Come here, you little tease. Put your knees in my hands." It doesn't take a mind like mine very long to figure out how a move like that works out. We're talking a trillionth of a second. I opened my mouth a little in surprise and anticipation, still with a shy smile and hesitating only a moment and purely just for show, as we both knew. I let go of my T-shirt, feeling it snap to my waist. My legs were actually trembling when I stepped up on the couch, my feet straddling his bare thighs before carefully putting my knees in his hands, one after the other while holding on to the back of the couch. I don't know why, but I was surprised at how solid and strong his support was, as though they may as well have been eight by eight posts cemented into the ground. I leaned forward, over his head and put more weight over the back of the couch as he spread his hands and lowered miffy to his mouth, his head tilted back to allow me the position I wanted. I gasped and twitched, a sort of full body convulsion, when his lips touched mine. He started kissing me all over as he stretched me out even further. Oh, god, he even kissed my clitoris and that's when he began sucking. Just light sucking, but it felt out of this world, at my clit, my lips, even my opening. Oh, yes, Daddy was very thorough, but it was when he started licking that my moans turned into loud, desperate, broken groans. By this time, my thighs were stretched out almost as far as they could go and I pulled in on them to signal this, feeling him stop after. Again, I longed for a mirror, but I could look back and that was almost good enough, seeing my thighs spread so wide and raunchy, knowing Daddy was holding me like that, licking miffy to orgasm because he wanted to. Oh my god, so dirty! So satisfying! One strange aspect was that, while not as good as Gina, he was still good and I was definitely getting off, not only because it was Daddy, but because it flashed through my mind at the time that Sheila must have done a respectable job teaching him. Not as good as I'm going to teach him, though. "Ohh, yeah! Ohhhh, Daddy, lick me! Oh, god, I'm gonna cum! Ohh, fuck! Fuuuuck! ... AHHH, FFFFUUUUUCK! OHHHHHHHH! Ahhhhhhh!?" He kept licking and sucking for some moments before drawing his palms together, suddenly boosting my bum in the air, lowering his arms so that we were facing each other, me removing my knees from his palms and sitting in his lap with his cock directly against miffy. "Oooooh, Daddy, yes!" I hissed in his ear, kissing his face here and there, grinding myself on his erection. "Sooo good! Oh, Daddy, fuck!" "Love you so much, kitten," he breathed, grinding me back. Both of our breath came ragged and punctuated with gasps and moans as we made out like that. My arms went around his neck, his hands on my thighs, pushing me down on him as we ground one another so dirtily, lovingly. "Mmm. Let's get a look at those tits, kitten. Off with the shirt." "Oh, yes,... Yes," I agreed, slowly peeling my shirt up, feeling my boobies bounce in their bra when the bunched fabric in my hand slid over and above them. "Now yours. Lemme see that sexy chest," I said, somewhat recovered from my orgasmic experience and very much enjoying the look on his face at the sight of my bra clad bust. As he took it off for me, I slid backwards, reaching down between our legs to play with his cock. I stroked it lightly and watched him flinch as his shirt cleared his face. My boobies were squeezed out between my arms, the two triangles of white lace pulled a little askew under the strain. I got goose bumps when he started playing with my hair, looking at me with an expression he never has before as we both revved ourselves up for something else. Soon, his fingers were tracing the shoulder strap of my bra, tugging a little here, feeling a little there. He took his time in this little exploration as I stroked him a little harder, every once in a while holding him against miffy, grinding what I could of his length between my lips and against my clit while I jerked and gasped unashamedly. He finally and slowly pulled the little triangles aside and watched my boobies sag ever so slightly as I beamed. At this point, I'd rotated my pelvis up and was holding his cock to miffy, nicely caught between my spread, soaked lips, both our genetalia wet with my juices now. I writhed against him and again pressed his cock to my clitoris, adding very nicely to the way he was now holding my boobies and kissing them all over. "Oh-h, Daddy,... Look, miffy loves you." He stopped to look between my spread thighs and, even at this point, his eyes widened at the picture I'd painted for him. "Ohhh,..." he moaned softly. "Kitten, you're such a bad girl." "Yeah, but I'm gonna suck your cock now." " ... I'm afraid we're still playing Daddy's game, sweetie." Using my 'superkitten' voice, I asked, "What are you gonna do to me now, Daaaaddy?" " ... I'm gonna show you what happens to bad girls who like to tease their dads." Still in character, "Uhm,... Are you gonna spank me?" "Not this time. Turn over, on your back." "Okay, Daddy." He had me get on him so that I was sitting on his lower belly, supporting myself by the arm of the couch while reaching between my legs, stroking him with my other hand. I felt him start to caress my body, his big hands running over my hips and meeting at my belly, only to split up there. One went South, down to play with miffy while the other went North to lavish more attention on my boobies. This was nice. I was watching his hand reacquaint itself with the area between my legs, spreading my thighs further while I moaned, my heart leaping when his thick middle finger casually penetrated my opening. Yes! Inside it wondered, accompanied by my surprised groan. It was actually only a little smaller than the vibrator I use, but a lot better. Oh, yes, yes, much better, especially when he had it in as far as it would go and started squirming it around inside me, making me dance wantonly on his belly. "You like that, kitten?" "Oh, yessss! Oh, god, please keep,... Oh, Daddy, yes!" "You're nice and tight, sweetie." "Oh, fuuuuuck!" I whined, this being the best fingering I'd ever had. After a minute of this, Daddy really working me up good, he took his finger out and removed my hand from his cock. Before I quite knew what was happening, he'd aimed himself for miffy while shifting my weight further down his belly. "Oh! Wha-?" I asked as his head touched my lips. "See, this is what happens to bad girls who want to act like little whores," he said as he found my entrance, my pouting, glistening wet lips holding him there as much as my opening. "But, I'm too small, I can't. Oh!" He'd pushed a little, seating me more firmly, so to speak, by shifting me down further, and now his cockhead was half inside my opening, beginning to apply pressure and stretch me in a new way. "Oh, Daddy, wait,...!" His answer was to thrust himself against me a little, causing his lubricated member to push against miffy, ever so slowly stretching me further as his cockhead forced its way inside. "Ow! Daddy, ow!" I urgently conveyed. He left it at that point, playing it around a little, pulling some pressure away for a moment to reapply it again as my lips swallowed his head over and over right before my eyes. "Ohhhhhh! Oh, are we fucking?" "Uhh! Yeah, sweetie, Dad's f-fucking you!" "Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhhhhh!" "Still hurt, sweetie?" "N-not like before," I whined, now stroking his length with my forefinger, completely enthralled by the sight of this once the pain had abated a little. "I think you need a little more of daddy now, huh?" "Ohh! ... Ahhhhhh! Fu-! Owwww!" "Ohhhh, god!" he gasped. "You like it, kitten?" "Ohh! Uhhh! ... UHH! Uhhhh, miffyyyyy!" He'd unhurriedly pushed himself a third of the way in, making me glad he was as wet with my essence as I was. The pain was enough to take my mind from the thrilling sight of it and my voice got quite high. "Does it hurt, dirty girl?" "Daddyyyyy! UH-HH!! Owww!" He began sliding this amount of himself out, giving me a rush of pleasurable relief, but then shoved himself in again, beginning a rhythm, more steady and purposeful than the last time. The pain was just beginning to abate as I adjusted again, feeling sweat on my brow and between our bodies. It was making me slide down further as his slow thrusts also shifted my weight. "Oh my fuck, kitten, Oh, fuck, you're so tight and beautiful and bad!" "Oh, god!" I cried out as I slipped a little further, cutting down his thrust distance and making him poke me a little harder. At this point, the pleasure of being fucked began to kick in around the fringes of the pain as he suddenly began pushing even further in. "Awwwwww! Awwwwwwwww!" "Does miffy still like me?" "Uhhhh! AHH-H! DADDY, OWWWW!" This time he kept going until he was in as far as he could get and I could actually feel him running up against the end of my canal, as he must have because he only pressed a little, holding himself in there amidst my incoherent wailing. Still over an inch of him left outside me, his hands landed on my boobies and he began tweaking my nipples, not as painfully as before, put painfully enough. Collapsing against him, I gave in to that and the pain that came from down below, from my father's big, rock hard cock stuffed all the way up inside me. And then, amidst that pain, it hit me that this was the satisfaction I was really looking for. Not just him fucking me, but something else, too. I realized that I'd gotten caught up in having the control of the aggressor in my pursuit of Daddy, was having fun with his expected reactions, but that situation no longer existed. Now, he was in control and doing what he wanted with me and this was where the real satisfaction came from. Yes, he was in control like he always was, always supposed to be and, even though it hurt, I had to trust him. I did trust him and his control, even with the pain that was fueling the underlying pleasure, the one that I could feel building like no pleasure I'd ever felt before. "That what you were looking for, kitten?" he lovingly taunted in my ear, his lips brushing my lobe and sending goose bumps down to my back. "Yeeeaaahhh!?" "What's little miffy think of me now?" "Owww! OWWW!! Uhhh! Miffy loves you! Aaaaaaooooowwww! Ohh, miffyyy!" Once Daddy could tell that I'd adjusted a little to having him inside me, he began a slow, somewhat careful rhythm, pushing in and out of me while I howled, the pleasure part definitely making a stronger show of itself now. Before long we were both groaning, almost crying with the feeling of us as I was completely lost in the experience I always longed for, finding it better than I ever could have imagined. At first, I just reclined against him, steadying myself with my hands on the couch, trying to leave miffy as relaxed as possible, letting his hard, thrusting cock move my body as it would, but at some point I found myself squirming against him. Little by little, the pain gave more ground to the pleasure as it rushed in, flooding the empty spaces left behind by its rapidly retreating counterpart and driving towards a mind blowing, absolute rule of my senses. One of his hands travelled down my chest and belly, straight to my clit and began softly rubbing around it, swiftly glancing over it, finally rubbing at it as I began to build towards orgasm. This frightened me a little, wondering if it would hurt again when miffy's muscles tried to clamp around Daddy's cock, but there was nothing I could do. He felt wonderful, deliciously awesome and staggeringly perfect as he moved in and out, every detail of his cock making itself known to miffy, whether she liked it or not. "Uhh, god!" he huffed from underneath me. "Uhh, fuck, sweetie,... Oh my fuck, this is so good!" "Oh! Owwwww? Ohhhh! Oh, fuck me!" "Ahhh, kitten,... Oh, god, I love you!" Dad's The Man Ch. 07 "Harder! Oh, Daddy, fuck me harder! Ma- owww! Ohhhh, god!! Make me cuuummm!" A minute later, he did. He had to cover my mouth with his hand because I was so loud the neighbours probably would have heard if he didn't, but in the middle of it, I heard his desperate, untimely warning, loud in my ear. "F-fuck! Ohhh, fuck, I'm gonna cum, swee- Ohhh, ffuck! ... Ahhhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhhh, Ahhhhhh! Oh, shiiiitt! Oh, fuuuuuck!" I actually felt each shot up inside and, along with my own orgasm, it completed the whole experience in yet another totally unexpected and immensely pleasurable way. We lay there panting after our moans slowly died, me on top of him, feeling like every light in my head had blown while his arms held me protectively, his cock still inside me. I suppose he was just taking it in, like I was, the fact that he'd just fucked his own daughter. I bet it was the best sex he ever had, too. Of course, there's no doubt that it was the best sex I ever had. I remember smiling then at how I always figured this act would be the peak, the best I could ever have because it would be my first time, not counting what's-his-face from the Library, but I knew then and there that this was only the beginning. Daddy is mine and I'm his, he'll please me in any way I want and me him. And well pleased I am. If sucking his cock and having him cum in my face and mouth left me satisfied, what happened last night left me completely satiated in a way I don't think I can describe. Even poor, sore miffy is happy. Everything about me is very happy today. After a bit, when we'd recovered our bodies, senses and nerve, he pulled me off of him, the feel of his softened member leaving me another unexpected pleasure. He got to his feet, picked me up and carried me to his room without looking at me while I looked up at him, my hands clasped behind his neck. Putting me in his bed, he removed my bikini bra the rest of the way and hopped in behind me, moving straight into my waiting arms and inviting smile. We just lay there like that, talking, kissing and holding each other for the rest of the evening. You'd probably think I'd be on top of him all night, now that I had free reign, but it wasn't like that in my state of satisfaction. It was like making love without the sexual aspect and it very much contributed to the way I feel today. See, that's a real man. I woke up on top of him as he lay on his back, both of us naked. This was one of the better little moments of my life, I can assure you. Automatically, as I think all Humans have evolved to do now, I looked at the clock radio. "Shit! Daddy, wake up, we forgot to set the alarm!" "Wha-!? "You're going to be late for work, go get in the shower, I'm starting your breakfast now!" I was wearing his T-shirt from the night before when he came out, the old garment not quite covering my southern regions, and I was glad I at least had a chance to do a topical cleanup with a hot facecloth while he was showering. I should always look my best for him, but the important thing was that his breakfast was ready when he came out. "Okay, I got your lunch ready and I'm taking it out to the truck. I'll start it while I'm out there," I hurriedly said, grabbing his lunchbox and heading for the back door. "Uhh, kitten?" "Huh?" I asked, stopping up and looking at him impatiently. "Aren't you forgetting something?" he asked with a little smirk. I shook my head slowly, wondering what that could be. His eyes slowly travelled down to my midsection and stopped, his little smirk turning to a smile. "Oh, shhhhhhit!" I hissed, running for the living room to retrieve my shorts. I tried to put them on while I was running for the back door, tripping and calling out, "I'm okay!" just before I hit the carpet. "Jeez, kat, slow down," he told me while I scampered past him for the door after ejecting myself from the floor and back to my feet. "It's not that big a deal." "Being late stresses you," I countered on my way out the door. Seeing him off a few minutes later, I hurriedly told him, "Have a great day at work, be careful and safe, and I'll suck your cock when you get home, okay Daddy?" "Oh, my god, you're crazy," he said, shaking his head and smiling down at me. I love the hell outta you, though." "I love you too. Now, get going, you'll probably still be on time if you luck out with some green lights." "Alright, alright. Gimmie a kiss and I'm off." How I love him.     Mar. 10/09 It turned out that Gina and I had a gig last night, so I couldn't make good on my promise of a blowjob for Daddy. Pretty inconvenient, considering how excited I was for him to get home to me, but work's work and that's life. "You got very good at this very quickly," Gina commented in the elevator after the job was done and we were leaving. "Thanks." " ... Slutty, I'm not sure we should work together anymore." "What? Why?" "Well,... because neither of us likes it. Can I be a little blunt here?" she asked with a careful tone and expression. "I nodded in reply. "Okay, well,... Like I said when we met, I like to keep work separate from personal and I'm having a hard time with seeing you dance. Especially knowing that I,... well, I feel responsible. I don't mean to depress you, but you know I never wanted this, no more than your father. Also, I don't like you seeing me dance for much the same reasons." "I understand," I said, nodding again as the car came to a stop. She looked relieved, a more confident smile showing before we exited the car and walked through the sparsely populated Hotel lobby with our 'fuck off to Toronto' bags, as Gina called them, full of our work clothes and things. "Don't feel bad. I'm actually jealous when they look at you and not me." I admitted after we were a few steps out the door and headed for the Vette in the lot. "Heh,... yeah, I know, it doesn't bother me. I'm not surprised, in fact. I also know that you're holding back in terms of how you'd dance with me around. I know you'd crank it up a notch or two, but you just don't want me there to see." I only smiled and asked, "Am I that obvious, smutty?" "Only to me. You know you don't need me anymore anyway, right?" Horribly, the thought of my new relationship with Daddy overlaid her own meaning to her question. My face dropped to the cold, dark pavement, unable to hold an undisturbed expression, and I stopped a few steps later. Before she could see my face, I dropped my bag and threw my arms around her, right there in the parking lot. "I don't completely like how things have turned out either, Gina." She was surprised at this but, after a moment, she dropped her bag and put her arms around me, too, telling me, "Life is never perfect. There's always this one damned thing you'd change if you could. Mostly, you're lucky if it's just one thing." "Yeah." "Let's go, Kat, it's cold and people are starting to look. They might start thinking we're lesbians, or something," she added with a reassuring humour that was all hers. "Fuck 'em." "Nicely put. God, you're so much like your father." I separated and looked right into her face at this. "Huh? You think so?" "You kidding? Come on." See, that surprised me. I've gotten so used to seeing myself as Sheila's ghost after experiencing everyone else's perspective that this was completely unexpected. Of course, Gina never met Sheila, only me and my Daddy, but it made me see that maybe some of the people I know who met Sheila really never met me. I even went out of my way to exploit my appearance to Daddy, turning his mind that way myself. These were the thoughts in my head as we drove in her car, headed for the house. "You're depressed now," Gina noted, looking over at me while at a red light. " ... Maybe just a bit melancholy. It's like the end of an era." "No,... We haven't even been together that long, this is just a settling in thing." I forced a smile and nodded, feeling like crap. "You'll see. We'll do something special this weekend if neither of us works." "Okay." We resumed our way when the light turned green, Gina saying, "And I meant what I said earlier, you don't need me anymore. You're really good and Barry knows it because our security attendant doubles as his eyes and ears, you know. That's why you've been getting more work." "I enjoy it." "That's easy to see. Just don't get carried away, okay? Remember how we always did it, ask for Hugh, or Carson, or whoever's doing security before you walk in. If you-" "I know, Gina, I'll be safe." "And don't get caught up partying with the clients, or the other dancers. Don't get all wasted and out of control, doing things you'll regret. That's how it starts, you know, just the wrong partner, one vodka too many, maybe a joint and the next thing you know you're addicted to meth, or-" "Gina, I know," I complained gently. " ... Remember, I'm responsible to your father for you. And I love you." "I know, I love you too." After a lull in our conversation, I asked, "Gina,... I hate to bring this up, but it really bothers me." "Then you should definitely bring it up." "(sigh) Well, you know how I always said that I don't feel like a lesbian and that I want,... you know." "Yes." "Well,... What if I met some man? Mr. Fantasy, or close enough to him? What if I get swept off my feet by everything I ever wanted in a man? What if I end up falling in love with some Mr. Fantasy and hurt you?" "This again?" she asked lightly, but with a hint of surprise in her tone at hearing it just then. "Like I said, I just don't see that happening and I think I know my lesbo girls at this point." "Gina, I'm serious. This bothers me more than you know." "Look, don't go borrowing trouble, okay? Just,... talk to me. You can always talk to me. As long as we're open and honest with each other,... Anyway, I really doubt that'll happen." "(sigh) I know, you're so sure I'm a lesbian. Gina, you're not even a lesbian." " ... Uh, excuse me?" "You heard me." "Slutty,... I'm not saying this to hurt, or diminish you, but while I haven't dated a lot of other women, there have been some before you, a history that pretty much proves that I'm a lesbian." "Aaron would disagree." "I-! Oh, come on! I was naive, a full fledged member of the God Squad, what did I know about what I wanted?" "Seemed pretty sure of yourself that day in the auditorium. Tell me, smutty,... did you wonder if you were turning him on? That need to know that a man is being entertained by-?" "Oh, stop it," she laughed, brushing the whole thing off while she eyed a pickup truck up ahead that seemed pretty nervous about changing lanes. "People change, Kat. Lots of us carpet munchers never started out this way." "I find that hard to believe, coming from a woman who has a collection of no less than seven different dildos." " ... Oh, shit, that doesn't mean anything!" she laughed again. I'm telling you, women do just go lesbian." "Yeah. Especially young women, girls who are unlucky enough to meet up with someone like Dotty when they're all alone and vulnerable." There was a longish pause at those words and I wondered if I'd gone too far, but these were things I've always sort of thought about where she was concerned, ever since she told me about her past, and I suppose I was just in that mood. "I made my own decisions and I stand behind them," she quietly ascertained, her smile gone now as she pressed her foot down, the fleet Vette finally able to dart by the indecisive truck after it found its desired spot in traffic. "I'd probably have made the same one," I admitted. "I mean, after being so horribly betrayed by two men, one I adored and idealized, the other I loved and trusted implicitly. Then, along comes a savior who you had to depend on, or at least so she said, and reinforces that so she can take advantage for her own benefit." "Slutty...." "Did she put her arms around you and tell you that all men are pigs, that you could only trust a woman, only her at that? Did she tell you that everything depended on her, but that it would all be okay because she loved you, that you could trust her, that she'd take care of you? "Kat,..." "She probably believed it herself. A lesbian working at a woman's shelter? I can only imagine how her perspectives were warped. She probably wasn't a real lesbian either, probably molested the same way she molested you, making you see things her way so she could be validated in her own-" "KAAAT!! Shut up, God damned you! I know all that!!" Her sudden shriek almost put me through her roof. I'd definitely gone too far. Waaay too far. I was just getting my heart back down in my chest, suddenly mortified at my treatment of her and at an immediate loss for anything to do, or say when she suddenly pulled the car over to the side. In a pet shop's parking lot, she turned the ignition off and looked out her side window without saying anything. "Gina,... Oh, please, I'm so sorry. I can't believe I did that. Oh, please,..." I started to cry. "Gina, p-please look at me?" After a moment, she turned, looking at me angrily. "S-so sorry. I only meant,... I'm so sorry. I swear to God, I'll n-never, ever do it again, please forgive me?" I begged, my tears running faster. Her eyes looked down, lids blinking as her expression seemed to clear a little, but she still said nothing. "I,... I had no business. I was ju-just in a stupid mood and what s-started out as concern,... Oh, Gina, p-please, I'm so sorryyy!" I begged, beginning to sob now. She moved closer and put her arms around me, saying, "It's alright, babes, I accept your apology." "B-but now you're sorry y-you told m-me about it," I blubbered, feeling like such a worthless little shit for doing that to my beloved Gina. What in hell was I thinking!? "No, not at all. Come on, babes, it's alright. Look at me." I somehow managed to do this, sniffling and meeting her eyes. "It's alright. It,... it's just something that's old and done, is all. It doesn't help me to think about these things." "No, we'll never talk about it again, I promise." She seemed to lighten considerably at this, giving me a little smile, however sad before, "Um,... look, can we just drop it?" I nodded. "And as your fear of hurting me goes,... Don't let it bother you so much, worrying about what could happen, what hasn't even happened. It's useless. If it really bothers you, we'll talk another time, but not now, alright?" "Alright." "This weekend, work permitting." "This weekend," I agreed, somehow managing a mostly sincere smile. Daddy had fallen asleep on the couch, his feet up on the coffee table, head leaning to one side in what looked like an uncomfortable manner. "Daddy,..." I called softly, touching his arm. "Daddy, wake up, you can't sleep here." "Hmm? Uhh,... Hey, kitten. Ahhh, fuck," he complained, straightening his neck. "Even worse, if I were a serial killer,... you'd be dead right now." "Heh- ow." I grabbed the remote and turned the TV off, standing after to turn out his end table lamp, casting the room in near darkness, save for what the bathroom light could do from down the hall. "Carry me." He said, his smile in his tone. "Oh, sure. I'm not in that good shape. Come on, I'm sleeping with you tonight." "Yeah?" "Yeah, but no funny stuff. It's late and I don't want you all tired and careless at work tomorrow." "Nag, nag, nag." There was no way I was sleeping alone last night, not feeling the way I felt. Sitting here, writing this in my room five hours later, I know that was a good idea. Waking up with Daddy is such a nice thing, it feels so right that I can only feel right, despite my worries of last night. I'm about to get started on a shower, some breakfast for myself and a nice outfit to please Daddy with. Then, I'll get him off to work with a good breakfast in his belly and a wholesome lunch to eat at work, just like every good little wifey should do, and I so enjoy doing it, even more so now. I'm so happy that we have each other. Dad's The Man Ch. 08 Mar. 11/09 Well, if the other night didn't teach me to expect the unexpected with Daddy, this morning did. See, I can't overstate how much I like to tease him with my body. No, not tease, so much as give him a nice look. It makes me feel good knowing it makes him feel good to be able to check me out and I usually dress specifically for him around the house. So, there I am this morning with my black hair band, black, baseball style cotton shirt with no bra. Below, I wore my favourite old jeans, the ones that are actually torn in back across the bottom of one cheek with wear and outgrowth, and I was leaning over the counter again with all my weight on one hip. Daddy walks in and pauses as usual, looking my bum over as I'm casually swaying my hips back and forth, forearms on the counter, poring over last evening's newspaper. "Good morning." I said. "It sure as hell is, so far." "Daddy, don't look at my bum!" "Yeah, right." "(giggle) Have a seat, I'll get your breakfast." I straightened up and made it halfway to the stove to turn the pan back on before he intercepted me with a very hot kiss. "Wow. What was that for?" I asked. "A lot of things. Don't bother with breakfast, sweetie, I'll get it myself," he said with a grin as he grabbed my bum. "(giggle) Ow! Daddy, no, you can't go to work with no- ip! -breakfast!" I protested with a laugh as I flinched to his grabbing and pinching. "I'll grab the neighbour's dog on the way out, then." "Eww! Ow! Daddy! (gasp!)" He chuckled and pulled me into him, kissing me again as I giggled around his tongue, my hands on his hips until he shifted against me. "Mmm, Daddy, your cock is all hard!" "Yeah, that's your fault," he said, turning me around and starting on the buttons of my fly from behind. "But,... what are you doing?" I got an idea when my jeans were being pushed down my hips and to my knees, a better idea when he bent me over the counter again, performing this action just a rough enough manner to be exciting. "I'm gonna take miffy before I go to work, kitten," he said, clearing up any doubt. "But- eep! –you're going to fuck me right here and now!?" I asked incredulously as my panties were yanked down to join my jeans at my knees. "You obviously want it, you little tease." "Oh, my-! Daddy! (giggle)" Then, the head of his cock was slowly rubbing miffy up and down between her lips, pausing frequently to rub circles around my clitoris. In the interest of time and comfort, I grabbed the canola oil for want of anything better and handed it back to him. At this point, I was pretty excited too and we were both moaning softly and breathing harder, however, there was just something a little funny about the canola oil thing. We laughed long and low about it, no absence of lust in that humour at all, as he took the bottle and poured a bit down between the cheeks of my bum. He started himself at my opening and began caressing my bum with both hands as he pressed a little, both of us moaning louder. Our moans got louder still as he slowly worked his way in, mine turning to howls of exquisite pain as my chest lay flat on the counter with the side of my face. My arms twitched and writhed as though searching for something of their own volition, shoving some things out of array, knocking others over. The ensuing soft pumping soon turned into repeated, solid thrusts that turned my world upside down. I wailed desperately, pushing the newspaper to the floor, the breadbox into the sink as he fucked me sooo good. He grabbed me by the back of my shirt and hauled me up as he kept thrusting, groaning his own pleasure into my ear and reaching around with one hand to play my oiled clit for me, his other hand going up my shirt to grab one of my boobies. "Ahh-hh! Ahhh-hh Ahh! Ah-hhh, fffuck! Oh, yeah! Yeah! Yeah, fuck!" I deliriously called out, loving every second and so excited that he would use me like this. He had my shirt pulled up to my neck and was kissing just under my ear when he came inside me, groaning as explosively as each eruption, still jerking his beautiful cock in and out as he did and filling me with blast after blast of his hot cum. Then I orgasmed, and he had to cover my mouth again as my hands flailed in the air for something, possibly something to hold on to, gyrating wildly in my father's firm grip. When I was done, he pulled out of me and I sagged to the floor, half on my front, half on one hip with my knees bent, bare bum in the air and my boobies hanging out. My breaths were coming in long, whining pants as I lay there with the palms of my hands on each side of my head, watching him grinning down at me while using the tea towel (of all things!) to clean himself off with. He hitched his jeans up and bent down to give me a loving kiss on the cheek as I tried to recover from his spectacular assault, telling me, "Great breakfast, kitten. I'll see ya in nine, love ya lots." before walking out the door. Absolutely magnificent. I couldn't stop looking at him with big smiles of adoration after he got home and he often caught me and returned a knowing one of his own, once with a wink. I love when he winks at me. I was doing a little clean up after supper, just handing him a coffee refill when he said, "Sit down, Kat, watch the news with me." "Yup, just gimmie about ten or fifteen and-" "No, sit down here. You're not a servant, you're my beautiful little daughter, try to relax a little." "Well,... thanks for the nice compliment, but I'm keeping house like a woman is supposed to." He paused, smiling adoration at me this time before answering, "But, that's not how we get along. You've been spoiling me like that, lately, and you shouldn't. C'mere and watch with me, we'll both get it later." He patted the seat beside him and I could only smile, walking around the coffee table to plunk down beside him. I leaned in, throwing a leg over his lap and an arm across his belly as his nice, big, protective hand started rubbing my back. Some time later, while we discussed the latest US plan to open talks with Iran, the front doorbell rang. It kind of startled both of us, since people rarely show up and because of our recent change in relations, even though we weren't doing anything we 'shouldn't do' right then. I got up to get the door, thankful I was dressed decently in a snug, short sleeved, pink sweater and a pair of light blue stretch jeans, my modern day ball breakers on my feet. I was even wearing a bra. My aunt Peggy stood on our front doorstep. Surprisingly, she didn't look quite as frumpy and unlaundered as she usually does. Under her open, knee length black coat was a barely half decent, light blue dress that stopped halfway from her knees to her ankles. It's semi formless fit showed her hips and bust to a degree, but the get up was mostly just an attempt. I wouldn't have been surprised to see a moth fly out of one of the ridiculous front pockets. She even did something with her hair, actually brushing it, it seemed. "Peggy! Come in!" I said cheerfully, my surprise genuine, my warm smile somewhat less than that. I closed the door behind her as she and Daddy greeted each other, wondering what in hell would bring her out at this hour. She rarely visits and we always go to pick her up and take her back home when she does. Peggy answered this question by announcing, "I was out doing some errands and I got held up at the bank, then it turned out that I had to head out this way for something, so I decided I'd stop in." "If you're hungry," I offered, "we just ate and there's some left. Spaghetti." "No, thank you." she said, turning to face me and giving me a quick once over with a smile that seemed sincere. "Coffee?" I tempted. " ... Sure, I'd love a coffee," she said, hesitating over whether it'd be worth it without alcohol, I'm sure. She went in and, removing her long coat to lay it over the back of the chair first, sat in it and began conversing with Daddy as I went to see to her coffee, suddenly beginning to understand something about her. Her grumpy persona was her sober one, the brighter, chipper, friendly side emerged after she'd been drinking, but lately there's been some dark undercurrents to her gassed up side. My mild discomfort at Peggy's intrusion turned to outright suspicion while I took my time with her coffee, deciding she was most likely fishing for something by the time I brought it out to her. Getting Daddy and myself a refill right after gave me a bit more time to think about the most likely fish Peggy was baited for. Maybe it was just paranoia, but I had a feeling she was baited the speckled superkitten. When I returned, placing Daddy's refill on the coffee table for him, I was dismayed to see her inspecting the injury to his arm, actually touching it as he held it out to show her. I got a grip on my sudden territorial instincts and sat down as she prattled. "My god, this must have been horrific. Can you still move it around alright?" "Oh, yeah. Mostly just epidermal damage, looks worse than it is." "You should have called and told me it was that bad, I would have seen to this for you so it wouldn't have scarred like this. You know I have a First responders certificate." I began to bristle on the inside at this, remembering how I spread vitamin E all over it every time I changed that bandage, forced more into him along with other vitamins that he now takes on a daily routine because of me. Not to mention keeping him out of her septic tank and a lot of other things that made me want to slap the side of her stupid head just then. "Actually, Kathleen did one hell of a job with it." " ... Oh, really? Kat?" "She got on her computer and learned all about what to do, changed the bandages every day, spread a vitamin all over it and a bunch of other stuff. Even the Doctor was pretty impressed with how it looks." " ... You actually went to the follow-up?" "She made me go," he said with a smile for me. She also looked over at me, sitting at my end of the couch with my legs crossed, insultingly blatant surprise in her expression while Daddy's arm still lay in her touchy-feely, grubby paws. I gave her a cheerful, yet sharp smile, made a little gun out of my hand and shot her with a click of my tongue, winking at the same time. I swear her smile faltered just a little at that. She glanced down at my hand for a second, then up at me before picking up. "Well, that's good, Kat. You did good. But, you know, not all the information you find on the internet is accurate." "That's why I only go to accredited sights and cross reference with other accredited sights, just to make sure." "Oh,... well, then,... How's your job search coming along, by the way?" she asked while Daddy took his arm back, the subject closed, and while I made a mental note of re-arranging the furniture tomorrow so that the chair was near my end of the couch. "Still nothing, unfortunately." "Oh," she said, glancing me up and down again. "I thought you must have found something by the way you're dressed." "Daddy spoils me rotten," I explained with a smile, adding before I took a sip of my coffee, "Even though I tell him not to." "It's not spoiling you," he amended with his own lie, "you needed new clothes and you couldn't buy them, what else was I supposed to do?" "Wow,... I wish our dad saw it that way when I was your age. They give you a raise at the plant, or something?" she asked, turning to him. "No, why?" "Just wondered. So, what else has been going on? It's been a little while since you've been out to the house and I was hoping you'd come out to check on the job Sheila and her friend did on my basement door." The casual smile on Daddy's face melted as fast as mine did as we stared at her, those expressions becoming barely tolerant smiles as I wondered if she did that on purpose, or was it an honest, perhaps drunken slip-up?" " ... What?" she asked, looking from one of us to the other, her smile also and again faltering. "You referred to Kathleen as Sheila," Daddy informed. " ... I did? Oh, shit, I'm sorry, I didn't,... Oh, my god, I did, didn't I? Kat, I'm so sorry," she apologized while I forced a forgiving smile, my hands demurely folded in my lap. "It's just that you're so much like her, especially what with the way you look and now with that blonde hair and those clothes like she used to wear,... I'm sorry, it was just one of those things, Kat." She seemed sincere in her apology and I nodded, allowing a more genuine smile to come across, saying, "It's alright, I understand." " ... God,..." she expressed thoughtfully, looking my face over. "It's like bringing up the name of the devil, though, isn't it?" Another pause went by while I looked up at her, meeting her eyes and seeing the taunt there. She was baiting me. "Peg,..." Daddy warned clearly in tone and expression. "Oh, I didn't mean it like that, it's just,... Well, never mind. I didn't mean to come here and,... Yes, well,..." She continued to look at me like that, challenging me and I knew I could set her straight in a jiffy, and boy, did I want to. But, that would have been seen as an over-reaction, putting me on the outs with Peggy and then Daddy would have to go over to her house and- ... Ah, of course. "It's alright, Aunt Peggy," I offered apologetically. "I know what you mean. I'm sorry if my blonde bothers you, I didn't mean to remind you of Sheila, I just wanted to look nicer. I can change it back if you really want me to." Well, this effectively disarmed her. I had to fight like hell to keep the smirk off my face as disappointment crossed hers. "Kat," Daddy said in his ruling tone, "you'll have your hair Kawasaki green, if you want, it's your hair. Peg, the conversation's over. As far as your basement door goes, I'll see it sooner or later, but if there's an issue, Kat's the best one to deal with it, 'cause she's the one that did the job. She knows that, she takes responsibility for her work, I don't have to check behind her cause that's the way I raised her." "Well, John, I didn't mean it in that sense, I'm sure it's a fine job," she said, looking at him as though he'd gone too far and that she had reason to be offended. "Then it's settled and there's nothing to talk about," Daddy said, ignoring his older sister's expression of offense. "Actually," I put in after swallowing a very satisfying sip of hot coffee, "that kinda reminds me of something." "What's that?" he asked, mostly casual again as Peggy tried to regain the portion of face that he'd just removed. "Well, Aunt Peggy and I were talking a few weeks ago about the septic tank thing and we agree that you're not doing it this time. I am." Through a supreme effort of will, I didn't laugh out loud at the blinking expression on my aunt's face. "Why's that, now?" "We don't want you doing stuff like that anymore if you don't have to. I can do it myself, it's not that big a deal." "If it's not that big a deal, why don't you want me to do it?" he asked. "You think I'm getting old, or what?" "No, no, we just don't want you out there breaking your back and making yourself old all the sooner." "You want me to slow down," he said with a sarcastic smile. "That's right, isn't it, Aunt Peggy?" "Yes, you're not old, but you're not as young as you were, either," she agreed, making a pretty good show of it. "Fine then, it's all yours. I'll sit here and deteriorate while you-" "Oh, Daddy, stop it! Tell him to stop it, Auntie." She made another good show, laughing and lightening the mood while refusing to look at me with anything longer than a passing glance, just to prove she wasn't ignoring me. She was no trouble at all for the rest of the visit, but I still worried about her travel arrangements. She'd probably try to mooch a ride, insisting on paying gas and giving up all too easily in the face of Daddy's gentlemanly refusals. Of course, she opted for the mooch and, with her personal motivations, asked him directly if he could drive her home and that she was more than happy to pay for the gas. "Daddy, you stay here, I'll drive Aunt Peggy home," I decided with a cordial smile, getting up and stepping for the back door. "I'll be ready in a sec, Peggy." She hesitated, probably trying to think of an excuse for why he should be the one to drive her, but I was already up and he said nothing about it, settling into the couch further and glancing at the TV. " ... Alright,..." she was forced to decide. I was back, wearing my welding jacket, in less than two minutes, waiting and looking at Peggy with an expectant, polite smile. After another five minutes of small talk and goodbyes, during which time she'd stood and put her coat back on, she was following me out the back door. Neither of us said a word out in the driveway, or in the truck, until we pulled out of the subdivision and out on the main road. As we drove, I wore the same cheerful smile I had when we were at the house, hers mutated to a black scowl. "So, umm,..." I began, glancing over at her and trying not to giggle. "What did you think you were going to accomplish back there, Auntie?" I could see her slowly turn to look at me from the other end of the bench seat out of my peripheral as I slowed for an amber lit intersection, looking carefully before proceeding through, then glancing over at her with the same smile. "Hm?" I prodded. " ... I don't know what you're talking about," she said in a flat, resentful tone. "Okay, I'll spell it out for you. I told you I don't want Daddy out there working when he doesn't have to, I told you I want him to start slowing down and enjoying his life for once and that's the way it's going to be. From here on in, if you need something done around your place, you call me. Daddy only comes when I need his particular knowledge, or a little help, and even then he's visiting, not working. Thanks for your support in explaining that to him, by the way. (giggle)" " ... I was wrong,..." Peggy toned with a sneer. "You're worse than your mother; may she rot in hell." "Well, if that's the way you see it, I suggest you get your head out of your photo album and get with the program. Y'see, I don't think I like you much anymore, Auntie, and the only reason I don't see to it that you never show your face at my door again is that, other than me, you're the only family Daddy has left and I don't want to take that away from him. But, if you stay on the track I put you on tonight, maybe things can go back to the way they were at some point. I mean, it's not like I'm the one who slept with your husband, is it?" "You,... little bitch. Are you threatening me?" "Yes, I am. And, if I were you, I'd think carefully. Daddy still has me and he always will. You have nobody else, and you need me to dig out your septic tank this spring, don't you? And all those other things you need. Don't you, Auntie?" "Maybe I'm going to get on the phone to your father as soon as I get home and tell him all about this conversation, tell him I never want to see your whorish little face again." "You could do that, but the fact is that all I'm doing is looking out for his best interests, while you're coming into his home and insulting his pride and joy right in front of him. You could lie, but you wouldn't dare lie to Daddy and I can assure you that he'd only believe me anyway because you're just the alcoholic, welfare recipient moocher on the other end of town, whereas, I'm his helpful, well behaved, clean living daughter who's there, day in and day out. Who do you think he's going to believe? "Especially after I tell him how you've been picking at me lately and how I didn't tell him earlier because I didn't want him to get mad at you. I'll tell him myself how I tried to pump you for information that day, how I apologized and even cried, how you forgave me, but started picking on me afterward. I'll probably shed some tears as I'm telling him about it, the whole situation being so hurtful, me only trying to get along and all." Dad's The Man Ch. 08 "Got me all tied up, eh?" "Well, you might say I left your arms free,... Why you played things so stupidly, whether you thought I was dumb, or what, I don't know, but don't ever think I won't have my eye on you. I can still tie those arms down whenever I want, so you be sure to stay on the track I've put you on. Okay, Auntie?" She never answered, but that didn't bother me. I didn't expect her to and it told me she had every intention of jumping the track at her earliest convenience, possibly my earliest inconvenience. It's alright, though. Obviously, I can handle her. We drove the rest of the way in silence, that state only broken when she opened the passenger door in her driveway. "Peggy, aren't you forgetting something?" She looked around at me with a sour expression, one foot out the door, not clued in as to what I was talking about. "Gas money?" I said, still smiling cordially. She actually paused before opening her purse and going for her wallet in a huff. "Usually costs between five and ten bucks one way, depends on gas prices. He'll probably want to give it back, once I tell him you insisted. Of course, I intend to convince him to keep it. Yeah, I'll tell him about how you were saying you were so thankful for everything he's done for you and that you really insisted. Well, we'll see. Fifteen bucks oughta do it, by the way." "I,... I don't have fifteen Dollars!" "Blew it all on booze, huh?" " ... Fuck off! Just fuck off, you little fuckin' floozy! You,...!" She never finished, just dropped her wallet back into her purse, hopped out and slammed the door shut. As she stormed up the driveway, I sat in the nicely heated cab and laughed my head off, not caring if she could hear me or not. Okay, maybe I carried things too far, but I was stressed. I've been stressed about the Dad/Gina thing and I really don't need Peggy pissing in my face. When I returned home, I heard Daddy's shower running. I took off my boots and jacket, walked through the kitchen and went down the hall to his room, walking right on through his bathroom door. "I'm back," I told him, closing the door behind me to keep the nice heat in. I watched his form behind the steamed, frosted glass. It looked like he was shaving in there and it suddenly occurred to me that I'd never seen him shower before. "Okay. Hey, what is it with you two?" "Nothing. She's just upset about the blonde thing. I don't think she can get beyond how much I look like Sheila." "That's her problem. I asked you once just not too long ago how she was treating you and you said 'fine'. That true?" "Oh, Daddy, don't worry about it. Ever since you told me about her little problem, it all makes sense and it's nothing to be concerned about." "Yeah, well, I know her better than you do and I don't like thinking she's talking down to you," he said as I pulled my sweater over my head. "It's just one of those things," I said, hanging it across two door hooks. "She's depressed, she drinks and she lives in the past, if it wasn't me she fixated on, it would have been something else. I don't take it personally." He turned around, disposable razor in hand when I opened the shower door to watch him in my bra. He smiled at this a little, but said, "That's no excuse. You're not responsible for anyone else's wrong doings but your own and if she doesn't know that by now, then you tell me and I'll explain it to her." "See, that's what I want to avoid. She's your sister and,... you know. Besides, she knows she acts unreasonable with me at times. She really doesn't mean it and she's nice to me more often than not, so,... Don't worry about it, it's not worth it." He didn't answer, only finished up as his cock got hard. "Daddy, I mean it, don't go causing a ruckus with your sister over this, leave it between the women, okay?" " ... Yes, yes, alright. But if she goes too far, I wanna know. Don't let me go over there to my ever loving sister's house, being her ever loving brother while she's treating you like shit." "I won't." "To tell you the truth, I'm surprised she sided with you on your little 'slow down' initiative." "I told you, she's not always like that with me, it's just the booze, is all. All done shaving?" "Yup." Grab the soap and come here, I'll give you a nice going over. Oh, look how hard you are, Daddy. Did my boobies do that for you?" "Lately, you just have to walk by sometimes to do that to me." I took the soap from him and gave him a smiley-kiss. About twenty minutes later, his cock in my wet bra and between my soaped up boobies, I finally got that mouthful of cum I wanted from him. With my lips sealed around his shaft, just under the rim of his head, I felt each jet of his hot, sticky seed explode against the roof of my mouth as I gently worked my boobies around his fabulous cock. I kept stroking him as I let his cockhead free, tilted my head back with my eyes closed and felt the mouthful of my father slide down my throat. I smiled thankfully up at him when I was done, having very much enjoyed that. Both of us satisfied with this, we watched TV with each other a little while longer before he went to bed, me staying up to write. I'll let him sleep alone tonight, so he can be properly rested, but I'll have to watch out for him tomorrow. Can't have him going off to work with the breakfast he had this morning every day. Hopefully, the blowjob I gave him will give him an appetite for real food in the morning. Mar. 12/09 This morning, I wore another pair of old jeans, gray and snug, along with a black T-shirt with a bra underneath as I waited for him, seated at the kitchen table. I smiled warily, suspiciously when he came in and I got up to get his breakfast with a few glances over my shoulder, he smiling back at me. "You're having a real breakfast this morning, something good and wholesome." "You're a pretty unwholesome girl, alright," he joked. "(giggle) You smooth talker. Hey, guess who I was talking to this morning when I went to check the drainage?" "I couldn't imagine." "Irene Mackelright, from across the street, and guess what?" "What?" "The water utilities are going up." "What, again?" "Double." "What!?" "According to her, we can expect a letter soon." "Ho-ly shit! What are we paying for? The service interruptions, the pebbles that always ruin the faucets every time they get it working again? Fuck, they fixed that leak out in the road twice and now it's leaking again! In the same fuckin' place!" They say the system's old and deteriorated and they need more money to keep up with the ongoing repairs." "That's a hundred and fifty bucks per month!" "Yeah,... You know it'll only get worse, right?" " ... Yeah, it will, too," he sighed, shaking his head and whispering a curse. "I've been thinking, maybe we should get our own well." I suggested. " ... Expensive." "But, the monthly payment that's going out could be a monthly payment on our own, new system." "True,... Can you check it out on the internet?" "Yup, I was going to." "Okay. Fuck, what a pain in the ass." "Look at it this way: We'll be getting rid of something that's been a pain in the ass all along." "This be true, too. Not just a pretty face, are ya?" "Nope. Okay if I use the truck today?" "Go ahead." "Daddy, can we start looking for a car soon? I can kick in with cash and pay the rest back to you, but I need someone to help me find something cool." "Something cool? Hey, I thought you wanted a truck." "We have one, we need a nice wifey car." He chuckled at this and soon started silently laughing. "What?" "We'll get you a nice 'wifey car', kitten." "Something like Gina's car?" "Oh, that kind of cool." "Pleeeeease?" "Yes, yes, we'll get you something like Gina's car." "Thanks, Daddy," I said, rewarding him with that smile I always knew he loved. I dropped him off at work, giving him an innocent kiss on the cheek before he got out of the cab, then went and bought myself a cell phone. Once that was done, I contacted Barry, who was very happy to hear from me and thanked me for doing such a great job so far, promising that he had more work soon. After that, I came home and researched our options where a well was concerned. Then, I spent some time in the garage trying to brainstorm an exercise machine for myself that would give me the kind of muscles Daddy has, not the gym kind. I gave up after a half hour of poking around and thinking, deciding to get his help. The rest of the day was spent alternatively working out and cleaning the house until it was time to go pick up Daddy, so I got changed and headed out. When we got back, I took my coat off and let him see what I was wearing underneath. "Kitten, jeez,... you went out like that?" His eyes were fastened on my chest in the baby blue sweater skirt. Tight fitting, heart stoppingly short and with a plunging, squared neckline. "My coat covered everything," I said as his eyes wandered around my body. "You like?" "I love." "Kisses, Daddy." We stood there kissing for a few moments, him stooping a little for me while I stood on tiptoes, fingers resting on his chest. "C'mon, let's eat, I have everything set to go," I invited with a smile, taking him by the hand and sashaying on to the kitchen ahead of him. "Oh, my,... fuck,..." I heard him breathe. We ate and I did up the dishes, straightened the kitchen a little and asked him if he needed anything before I sat down. "Nope, come on over." I grinned happily and plunked down beside him, snuggling up as his arm went across my shoulders. "What are we watching?" I asked. "Let's check out the news for a bit and then try to find something good." I began unbuttoning his shirt so I could see his nice, hairy chest, smelling the day's dirt and sweat on him, that sexy, unmistakable aroma of manhood. "Daddy, I wonder,..." "What?" "Would you tell me about the days when Sheila was around?" "What do you mean?" "Well, it's hard to imagine sometimes. The pictures you gave me seem so hard to imagine. Peggy doesn't seem at all the same in them, I didn't even recognize her at first." "Everyone was different back then, we were all in our early twenties." "That's what's so hard to imagine. Would you tell me about it?" "Not much to tell. Just hometown life, you know. Mum was still alive back then." "You didn't party, did you?" "Not really. A little. Peg would drag me out to the bars sometimes, then Sheila, but I never much enjoyed it. The house parties were better." "Did you all hang out?" "I didn't so much, but Peg, Sheila and Norah did, plus Dennis and Paul. Peg was the bartender at their favourite bar, so it was a bit of a social scene at the time, if you know what I mean." "Bartender? Wow. So, I guess that's how you met Sheila, huh?" "Kinda. Peg knew her first. They came by my apartment once after closing time, woke me up looking for booze." "What happened then?" "Well, it was about two in the morning and I had to work the next day- back then, I was a millwright –and I just wanted them to go the fuck away, so I gave them the bottle of rye I always used to have in my freezer." "Then what?" I asked as my hand roamed over his chest. "They didn't leave. They sat down and started drinking it right then and there and they were too drunk to care about when my alarm was set for. At the time, I wasn't,... like I am now, so all I could do was go get dressed and wait for them to pass out, or leave. Norah passed out on my couch and Peg stole my bed while I entertained Sheila the rest of the night." "She saw you undressed?" "When I came to the door? I was wearing gym shorts." "Hmm. I can almost put myself in her position. What did you talk about?" "The usual stuff strangers talk about." "She asked if you were single?" "Yes, after a while." "You liked her?" "Yeah. She was,... exciting." "Did you kiss?" "That night? No. She and Norah came back the next evening after supper. I didn't have to work the next day and she convinced me to go out with them to the club where Peg worked. By the end of the night, Sheila was feeling pretty good and,... friendly." "She seduced you?" "You really want to hear this?" "Yeah. Why not?" He sighed and went on, saying, "Yes, you might say she seduced me. We all went back to Peg's place. Dennis was just getting home from his shift at the Hospital and the party went on." "How did she do it?" "Well,... I was pretty inexperienced at the time,... Actually, I was totally inexperienced and I was pretty nervous about not knowing what to do. I liked being with her and all the rest of it, but I really didn't know how to handle myself." "So, she got aggressive?" "Peg told me she had a surprise for me. She told me to close my eyes and follow her. When she told me to open them, I was in her guest room with Sheila and she pretty much took it from there." "And you fell for her." "Head over heels." " ... Daddy, am I like her?" "No. I mean, yes in some ways, but you're different." "What ways?" "You're quick on the uptake like her, but you're more inquisitive about things, not so shallow. You can look beneath the surface at a thing's real value. Most importantly, you're loyal and honest." "Umm,... I hate to have to ask this, but am I better- I mean do you enjoy sex more with me? Am I better than she was?" "Absolutely." "You're not just saying that?" "No. Sex with her always had this feeling,... like I was lucky to be there. It's not like that with you. Also, you're more,... uhhh,..." "Forbidden?" "Well,... yeah, but not just that. You have an innocence that most women seem to lack." I smiled and snuggled in a little closer. "You have a better body, too," he went on, "and not just because you're younger than she was. You're better defined. Nice strong legs and arms." "Really?" "Oh, yeah. She didn't have your athletic tone, or your nice tits and ass." "Daddy! (giggle!)" "You asked." "So, you don't see her when you see me?" "No. Not at all. When I see you, I see my kitten, not that old barfly." "Good." "Were you worried about that?" "A little, yeah." "Don't be." "Thanks, Daddy. That means a lot." "Any time." " ... Hey, Daddy?" "Hmm?" "Take your pants off, okay? I know your cock is hard and I wanna suck on it." " ... See, this is another thing about you," he said, then started unbuttoning his jeans. "What?" I asked innocently. "You've just got this way about you that could kick start a freight train." "That's a good thing, right?" I asked, smiling as he pushed his pants down. "Well, my pants are coming off, aren't they?" "(giggle)" "Daddy, will you please cum all over my face?" "Oh, my god, yes." "Oh, goody. I love when you do that." I took my hand from his chest and undid the two buttons at the front of his boxers, his hardness right beneath them. He flinched a little at the incidental contact between it and my fingers until I was finished. With a big smile, I pulled the fly apart, peeking inside his underwear and seeing his magnificent snake. Reaching in, I took it in gentle fingers and pulled it out, smiling up at Daddy as his breathing quickened. "I love your cock so much," I said in a trembly, excited voice as I began stroking it lightly, paying more attention to the head. "Sooo nice and hard. Grab me by my hair when you cum in my face, okay?" "Anything for my kitten." I rearranged myself on the couch, getting to my knees beside him and leaning over in his lap to kiss the tip of his erection, licking his precum off my lips and tasting it. I licked his cockhead all over, lovingly and excitedly before licking down his shaft, sucking at the front of it, licking my way back up. I spent even more time licking his head again as I pumped him with my hand, making him moan pleasurably as his hand rested on my bum. I finally began sucking him, starting with his head and slowly moving down on him, loving the feel of my mouth stretching around his thickness. "Mmm, mmm, mmmbbpf." I said, shifting a little to get more of him in my mouth. "Mmmb. Mmm. (slurp),... Are you sure I'm doing it right?" I asked. "Oh yeah, no complaints here." "I need to get between your legs so I can get more of your cock in my mouth. I want to get as much of it in there as I can, so we have to take your boxers off, too." Daddy readily agreed to this and I soon found myself in a better position to satisfy him from. I began to bob up and down, maintaining suction around some lewd slurping. Then, feeling warmed up, I got down to it. I slowly pushed my head down further and further on him, feeling his cock head at my throat, my tongue working under his shaft as though coaxing him in. I pressed more, my lips sliding further down his shaft as the gag reflex began to hit, but like it said in the article I read online, I relaxed and breathed through my nose, holding it there for a moment before taking it further in. "Ngkk." "Oh, sweetie! Oh, fuck, yeah, suck Daddy's cock." He breathed "K-uk." I took it even further, my excitement actually working against me now as I began to tense up. I backed off a little and went again, pushing him even deeper this time. I looked up at him with my eyes half closed. He groaned and moved some of my hair out of my face, playing with it and stroking my scalp while I tried to go even further down on him. I knew when I reached my limit, at least for now, and I held him there, working my tongue, enjoying this exciting feat, a mouthful of my father's cock. Soon, I began fucking him like that, with my throat, bobbing up and down slightly, mouth spread shamelessly wide and making those dirty, undignified choking sounds. A short time later, happy that I'd accomplished something productive, I began sucking more energetically, stroking with my hand again and using a lot of saliva. I got so into it that, when he was finally about ready to cum, it came as a surprise when he pulled me, almost completely winded, off of his cock by the hair at the back of my head. He yelped each time he spurted his hot jism into my face as I moaned wantonly, looking up in his eyes, he into mine while he laced my cheek and nose, my parted lips and my nose again before his heavy load was spent. We took a shower together and made out a lot in there, he bringing me to orgasm with his fingers while I ran my hands all over his chest. We actually did watch some TV afterwards before we turned in, each of us to our own rooms. Mar. 15/09 Wow, what a weekend, not even any time to write. Gina and I went to Vancouver, got a hotel room and had a blast. We ate out, we ordered in, we swam in the pool and had some great sex. Most notably, however, she took me to a lesbian bar. We met an attractive couple, I'd say in their mid thirties, and hung out with them most of the night. We got just a little bit drunk and ended up making out in the dark booth the four of us shared, they watching with horny smiles. At closing time and after we politely turned down an invitation to join them at their apartment for some 'variation', as they put it, we returned to our hotel and had the greatest sixty-nine ever. I never thought much about the problem between us, but it's a lot harder to ignore now that I'm home and I'm ashamed that I had such a good time. This is awful and it has to stop. When I did get home, it was later than usual, but Daddy was still up, so I sat and told him about most of my weekend, eventually falling asleep with my guilt on the couch beside him. Mar. 18/09 As I mentioned the other night, Daddy agreed to help me build an exercise machine. Well, I went and picked up an old, used exercycle and a few other things so we could get started on it tonight, but the evening was a lot more productive than I would have thought. Dad's The Man Ch. 08 Considering the way Peggy acts towards me, I found the stories Daddy told me last week pretty interesting, so I asked him some more questions while we worked "How did Peggy and Dennis get along?" I asked when he was done welding a bead and the smell of burning steel filled the garage. " ... Well, sometimes good and sometimes not. Dennis was no prize to begin with." "Why do you say that?" "Peg liked the nightlife, liked the bottle. So did he and it didn't help things between them." "I don't understand." "Well, Peg and I, we were raised a certain way, much the same way I raised you, and acting like they would act wasn't a part of that. I may have hung out some and drank a little back in the day, but nothing like Peg did. Of course, Dad was dead at this point and, after that happened, things changed. Mum never saw the way Peg was acting before she got sick and probably wouldn't have said much if she had." "What did they fight about?" "Oh, I don't know, the usual shit couples fight about. But, their relationship was based on weekend partying, they even met in a bar. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that a couple needs more realistic and solid connections between them. Sooner or later, they'd sober up and their lives were separate until the next weekend, you know?" "I think so. ... Do you ever feel bad about us? I mean, do you ever feel ashamed that you and I,...?" "Yes. Sometimes I think I'm just a dirty old man and I'm pretty ashamed, but,..." "What?" "You do so much for me. You make me feel good. I'm ashamed to say it, but you make me feel ten years younger." "That means I make you happy. I'm not ashamed at all and I don't want you to be, either. You're just still afraid you're fucking up my life, is all." "Pretty reasonable fear for a father who's trying to be responsible to have, you gotta admit." "Daddy, it's not as if I'll be getting into politics, y'know." "That's not the point." "All I wanna do is be happy, making you happy." He stopped working and looked at me, giving me another little grin, saying, "Life has a lot more to offer." "I'm sure it does, I just don't want it." "Not now. Maybe in the future, though,..." "No, I'm solid. I'm right where I'll always belong and where I'll always wanna be." He shook his head at this in an accepting way, but went back to work, saying, "I'm afraid I'm pretty easy to convince these days." "Daddy, I hope you know that it's about a lot more than sex for me. Where you and I are concerned, I mean." "I know, same here. That's pretty convincing for me, too." "I know. I really love you." " ... Me too, kitten." We kissed each other and made out a little before separating with smiles that said, "later", getting on with the home fashioned exercise machine. Mar. 19/09 Me and Daddy finished up my exercise machine tonight. He liked the reward I gave him for all his help, too. Actually, I only helped him and, after his reward, he later helped himself. Before I get into that, though, I should say that I've done something today that I've thought about doing for a long time. I did an internet search on Sheila. So far, I came up with nothing, even though there's actually a lot of Sheila Burchells out there, but none of the ones that cropped up on the social sites could have been her because of location, appearance, age and all the obvious stuff. Everything else the search engine brings up are professionals who share the same name and had some document worth reading online, so they can be safely ruled out. I'm still looking, but somehow I doubt I'll turn up anything. I'm not sure I'd want to leave an online message, or messages for her, considering I'd rather she not come here, but even if I did, what message could I leave to get the attention of the 'real' Sheila Burchell? Too, it's always possible that she's going under a different name these days. If she really stole that money from Barb, she might be the type who would have need of an alias by now. In fact, now that I think of it, 'Sheila Burchell' might not have even been her real name. Hell, she just drifted into town, buggered up some lives and then drifted away again, didn't she? Something else that just occurred to me is that, if I do find her, I'll be seeing what I'll probably look like when I'm in my late forties and how screwed up would that be? Anyway, the rest of the day was spent working out and reading Literotica until I started getting supper ready and Daddy came home. We went out to the garage together, like I said, and finished up the machine. Basically, it's the wheel from the exercycle, still in what's left of the frame with the pedal guts above it and modified with a interchangeable hand crank. Tighten the resistance strap and, as they say, voila! This is one hell of an upper body workout, plus I can also crank backwards, or stand in front of it with a different handle attached and crank that way, or with a wheel handle. I tried it out right there in the garage, worked up a sweat pretty quick and I'm sure I'll be feeling it tomorrow. We spray painted it bright red and I'll have it in my room and bolted to the wall on Monday. Yaay! After I stopped, huffing and puffing, stripped down to my jeans and blue cammie, I saw Daddy the genius looking at me with that smile on his face, the one that said he was looking at both his pride and joy. I walked over and went to my tiptoes to kiss him breathlessly. "Thanks, Daddy." "No problem. It was actually pretty fun," he said, his arms around the small of my back. "Maybe we should get a patent?" "You do the half hour paid advertisements." "No, we'll get Vince away from the Slapchop people and pay him to do it." "Good thinking, a real chip off the ol' block, aint ya?" "Uh huh. See, that way we can carry on with our dirty, incestuous relationship undisturbed." "Oh, my god, I don't believe you sometimes." "(giggle)" "Oh no, here we go again," he warned himself with a knowing smile, to which I replied in my superkitten voice. "I'm gonna suck your cock, Daddy!" " ... Oh my god, I fuckin' love when you do that." "You mean when I suck your cock?" I asked, still in character, throwing a piece of cardboard down on the concrete floor at his feet and getting to my knees on it. "That too. Fuck, what a dirty girl you are, kitten." "Mmmm, Daddy, I know! (giggle)" Down came his pants and out came his half hard member. It pointed straight at my face and I looked up at him with an innocent smile as I did one of my most favourite things in the world, that being licking Daddy's cockhead. Even writing that now and rereading it turns me on. I got a nice taste of precum by the time he was completely hard and began sucking him, soon going for another hard lesson in deepthroating as he played with my hair, sometimes just resting his hand at the back of my head. I made this blowjob extra sloppy, using a lot of saliva that ran down my chin and to his balls as I massaged them. I loved when it landed on my chest and cammie, loved that Daddy was seeing me like this and, for the zillionth time in my life, I wished for a mirror. At the end, I jerked him off while holding a kiss to the tip of his cock, feeling each shot try to burst past my lightly closed lips. Splashing over my mouth and running down my chin to my chest, his jism ran like my saliva as I stroked, he grunting the restrained cries of his release. We went in, all smiles, and I got a shower. Since it was a bit late, I threw on a short nightie, my red one that shows off a lot of my boobies, and a pair of pink lace panties before going out to the kitchen for a coffee. He was already there and we got to kissing again while we stood beside one another at the counter. "Mmm. Daddy, I want to sleep with you from now on." "Really?" he sighed as one of his hands went under the back of my nightie. "You'd have to keep your room, you know." "Yeah, that'll be my dressing room. But, I want to paint your room, something like sea foam green, I think, and we need new curtains, too." "My god, you have it all planned." I grinned, working my pelvis as his hand rubbed my bum and said, "I'm gonna give the trim a quick sanding and do it white." "You're painting the wood trim? I thought I taught you better than that." "I've changed my thinking on trim, lately. We'll get newer, nicer stuff where we want wood, but that thin little stuff that's all over the house now,... well, we could replace it all for next to nothing, so why not brighten it up in some rooms?" "I suppose," he said agreeably while his hand went down the back of my panties. "Mmm. That's nice, Daddy. By the way, I'll pay for all the stuff and do it up while you're at work. We might have to sleep in my room for a few nights, though." "Nah, I'll kick in, too. Or, would you rather I paid for a new carpet?" "Now, there's an idea. Ooooh. Pull my bum cheeks apart,... Mmmm. Know what else?" "What else?" he asked as he spilled my boobies from the front of my nightie, their nipples all hard and rubbery erect. "My side is in front. I'm beside the clockra- oooh. –clock radio." "Is that so?" "Yup." "Well, that's not just something you can claim, you know. You have to earn it," he informed me as I felt his hand under the front of my nightie now, fingers slowly working their way down the front of my panties. "Ohh. (gasp) O-okay." "Let's go in there and put you on your back to see how you handle it for now, though." "Uh huh! Oh!" He picked me up and took me to his room, laying me down on the side of the bed I had applied for before closing the drapes and coming back to the bedside. I was then on my knees, immediately reaching out to unbutton his shirt with an excited, giddy smile, kissing his nice, hairy chest as I undid each button. After his shirt was off, I pulled him on the bed, laying down in my spot where we kissed some more as he slowly moved over top of me. We made out, whispering sweet things to each other as we touched here and there. There was this one point where he was kissing the top of my chest so tenderly while my nails played in the hair at the nape of his neck that sticks out for some reason. We soon progressed to the point where his hand was playing in my pink panties again while mine slowly pulled his fly down and disappeared inside his pants. Getting past the buttons on the front of his boxers was a fun little challenge as I moaned, thighs spread, but I overcame and soon had his big cock in my hand. Over the next hour or so, we slowly ended up naked, me still on my back, Daddy above me and between my spread legs. I was begging for it in the end and, when he let me have it, my body and mind were both worked up to the point where I came before he was even all the way inside me. We were kissing at the time and I squealed and whimpered my orgasm, tears of happiness and release actually running down my face as I pushed myself into him, noticing that it didn't hurt quite as much anymore. Daddy went on to give me two more orgasms as he pumped in and out above me, my hands all over his body, spreading my legs as far as I could for him until he also came, deep inside me, moaning with each convulsive purge of his seed. This was not like the sex we'd been having and I think this is what people mean when they say there's a difference between fucking and making love. It was just incredible on so many levels. When we fell asleep together, in each other's arms, I was the happiest I've ever been in my life. Even sitting here now, I feel satisfied in ways I yet wouldn't have expected and I can't imagine my life without Daddy ever again. Dad's The Man Ch. 09 Mar. 27/09 My dearest smutty is asleep in her bed, about fifteen feet away while I sit at her makeup desk with my laptop to write this. It's been a bit of a hair raising night, all in all, and after we were done our playtime with one another and fell asleep, I woke up almost two hours later and stayed awake. Figured I may as well write. We went to Gulliver's again, that sports restaurant she'd discovered and actually likes for some reason, where I had a coffee and Gina had a small meal. She'd picked me up right after her shift at Jaybirds, the dark clouds in the sky that obscured what remained of the daylight reinforcing my leaden mood. It just settled in about halfway through the day when I thought of spending the evening and tomorrow with her but, unfortunately, I don't have the luxury of talking about the problem, do I? So, I had to put on a brave face. The worst part is how I have no right to enjoy the great time I always have with her. We did some light shopping and saw a movie. After that, we came here to her place and spent a little time online playing with master dragoneye's little mind and getting a great kick out of it. "I gotta say, there is something to all this BDSM crap that I like," I commented as we watched him play with himself on his cam. "Like what?" " ... The control aspect." "Well, duh! That's what it's all about," Gina laughed. "It's more than just that, though. Imagine if you actually had someone that you could rely on to take care of you. Someone who could make you know what a good little helper you are, someone who's actually worth serving and taking care of in return, kinda like the Gorean chickies do. Someone who's in control." "Well, I wouldn't be too quick to run to this one's arms, if I were you, she advised. "God, no! This one's a pathetic loser. Besides, a real man, a true Master would never need to run around calling himself that, or invent some stupid, self aggrandizing title, he'd just be what a man is supposed to be,... with nothing to prove." "So," Gina replied with an interested smile, "You're not into all the bondage and stuff?" "Who says I'm not into bondage? I don't think I'd want to be treated like some submissives, being whipped and humiliated and all that crazy stuff, but tied and spanked sounds pretty nice." Obviously, I have an aversion to being tied up," she explained, "but I know what you mean. You know, men who like to assert control for the sake of it have serious inferiority and insecurity issues. Take this worm, give him half the chance and he'll have you staying up three days in a row just to see if you will, I've seen it. But now look at him, so desperate for our attention he's willing to do almost anything if he thinks it pleases a couple of beautiful lesbians who like to hang around topless on cam." "Yeah, I pretty much got that," I said, glancing at him and back at Gina, adding, "Most of the so-called dominants on here are so far from being real men, they're not even boys." "Not even girls." "Worms, like you said." "Yep, with bloated egos that blind them to the reality of what they really are." "Quite pathetic, really," I noted. "Totally. But, tell me this: Even though you're clearly the submissive type, does the idea of control for yourself not,... lure you at all? "Hmmm,... maybe. But not in the way you might expect." "Ooooh, do tell, slutty." "Uh uh." "Oh, come on!" "You'd misunderstand." "No, I wouldn't!" "Yes, you would. I don't even understand it myself, it's just a weird little fantasy that means nothing." "Fantasy, eh? ... Weird, eh? Tellmetellmetellmetellmetellme-" "Alright! You know how I hate that!" "Heh." "Okay, this is just a fantasy, alright? It's not something I'd like to happen in reality, so you have to remember that." "That's the thing about fantasy," Gina said. "You might enjoy the idea, or the thought of something, but that doesn't mean you wouldn't repel it with all you are in reality." "Well,... let's hope you can remember that. ... I have this little fantasy of control where, um,... (giggle) where you're at the mercy of five men who do whatever I tell them to do with you." " ... Uhh,... Oh. Oh, my." "You asked." "Yeah,... hey, you know that would be a horrible thing to do to me, right? I mean it wouldn't be like how it goes in porn, it would-" "Smutty, if any man ever tried to force you to do anything, if anyone ever hurts you at all, I'll break their heads myself." "That doesn't sound very submissive. Certainly reassuring, though, in light of your little fantasy," Gina said with a good natured smile. "Well, before you feel too reassured; in the fantasy, it's the fact that you don't like it that makes it so good." " ... Maybe I should start calling you, Mistress Slutty?" "You could do worse." She laughed about this, but then said, "I'd like all the stuff you'd do, it wouldn't be as good for you." "Yeah?" I asked with a devious grin, just before turning and grabbing her nipples, giving them a nice pinchytwist. She screamed and laughed like I do when Daddy does it to me, not daring to try to rip my fingers away as I forced her down on the couch underneath me, still grinning deviously. "Ahhhhhhhhh!! Slutty, STOOOOOOOOOOOPPP!!" "(giggle!) "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, get off me you crazy little biiiith!! Ahhhhhhhhhh-haaaaaa-haaaaaaa!!" After about fifteen seconds I let go, glancing around in time to see dragoneye frantically jerking himself as he watched our antics. Soon, her cries of pain and laughter turned into moans of pleasure as she held her boobies, still lying on the couch. I watched with an adoring smile as she enjoyed herself. "Uhhh,... okay, I didn't like the first part, but that second part was,... very nice," Gina finished with a giggle. With my superkitten voice, I accused, "You're a very smutty woman, Gina!" giggling afterward. " ... Fuck, I love when you do that. Do it again." "I wanna lick your wet pussy." " ... Oooooh, it's getting there, baby." "Want him to watch me do it?" "Mmmm,... Not tonight." "Another glass of wine would change your mi- Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!" I screamed when she suddenly gave me a pinchytwist. I cried out in pain with a big smile as I watched her hold my boobies, sitting up on the pulled down cups of my black pushup bra. She was smiling and chuckling a little, obviously enjoying this. "Now, what did I say, slutty?" "Not tonight, not tonight!" I managed hysterically. "Not tonight, Mistress Gina," she corrected. "Not tonight, Mistress Gina!" I piped, grabbing miffy and squeezing her. "That's better," she purred. "If you keep on being a good girl, I'll tie you to my bed later and take all your clothes off, hmm?" "Yeah!" "I'll stuff your little cunt full of dildo," she promised with a threatening leer. "Oh, yeaaaah!" She finally let go and watched me enjoy myself . When it was over and I was giggling and horny, I suggested we get rid of the so-called man on the computer. "Go ahead. I'm going to get us each a second glass, anyway. You tell him goodbye while I get them, okay?" I looked at the screen and said, "Goodbye," before simply logging out. "Hey!" she laughed, paused midway in the act of getting up. "That wasn't very nice!" "We'll just tell him that his totally awesome dominance overwhelmed your laptop. The fool will probably want to believe it, too." She shook her head and gave me a funny smile as she went on her way again, topless and wearing only a short, black skirt as I reclined on the couch, wearing nothing but my downturned bra and matching panties. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked after she returned with two refreshed wine glasses. " ... You seem different lately, I guess." "I do?" "Yeah. Kind of more relaxed, but not. I mean, you're not as shy around me as you were when we first met, but that's to be expected. And I suppose dancing is responsible for a certain kind of confidence you have when we're out now and you definitely seem a lot more centered lately, but sometimes you seem,... depressed or something." "Really?" "Yes, and,... I've noticed that you've been using the bigger one." " ... Huh?" "That big dildo? That first one I got you? You're wider down there." "Oh. Well,..." I looked down and shrugged my shoulders before taking another sip of Gina's white wine. "It's okay, Kat, it's your body. I just wonder why you would, is all." "I needed to see what it would feel like." She nodded, looking into her own glass for a second, then back up at me to say, "Uh, you're not going to,... A woman can get some pretty big dildos and I'm just hoping you don't make an empty room of yourself." "Empty room?" I asked, not understanding this reference. "It's a term that men sometimes use when talking about a, um,... well used woman. 'It was like throwing a crowbar into an empty room.' Get it?" I looked at her solemnly for a few seconds before I suddenly thought of Norah and busted out laughing, she hesitantly joining me. "Okay, no," I assured her, still chuckling. I won't make an empty room out of myself." "Good," she said, caressing my arm. "But, is there anything you'd like to talk about?" "No." "Are you sure? Because sometimes, like I say, it seems you're a little down about something on the inside. I can tell, you know." I could only paste on a smile and shake my head. " ... I hope you're not messed up about maybe hurting me sometime in the future, like we've discussed before?" " ... I try not to be. I love you a lot and it's hard not to worry about what's inside me sometimes." I said, lowering my head at my own unintentional double meaning. "Kat, the things that go through your head are no different than that little fantasy you have about me. Please stop worrying about that and just,... enjoy us. What we have is special. I know it is." This was awful and I felt tears rising. I put my glass down beside her laptop and gently hugged her, resting my chin on her shoulder while I fought back the waterworks, trying to get a grip on my guilt driven emotions. She didn't say anything, only rubbed my back with her free hand as we sat there in each other's arms for a little while before making out and eventually ending up in her bed. I hate how I can't wait to get away from her and my guilt. I hate how I'll use Daddy to help alleviate that guilt and I hate deceiving them both like I've been doing. What am I going to do?     Apr. 01/09 I didn't play any practical jokes on Gina, or Daddy today. I figure I've already been doing a good enough job at that. Daddy, however, got me like he does every year, whether I'm expecting it, or not. This time, though, he added a sexual overtone to his little prank that I can't help but appreciate now. Now that I'm cleaned up. He'd snuck into my room at some point, stripped my bed, covered the mattress with plastic vapour barrier, then remade the bed, spreading god knows how much Vaseline all over the bottom sheet before making the rest of the bed up again. Of course, I hopped into bed the way I usually do, quickly and throwing the covers over me before burrowing down in the sheets to get all snuggly warm before I noticed there was something very wrong in a very slimy way. I sat right up, realizing I was covered in ick, screaming, "DAAADDYYYYY!!" He must have been out in the hall waiting, because he immediately burst through the door with the broom, tentatively swinging it around as if there might be a burglar. "What? What happened, kitten?" he asked, trying to act like he was in a panic around a growing smile that wouldn't be denied. "You know what, Daddy! I'm all icky!" I cried, starting to laugh myself at his ridiculous behaviour, standing there with his feet spread in 'action stance', as if he would even bother with the broom if there really was a home intruder in my room. "Oh my god, I'm too late!" he wailed, dropping the broom and walking closer. "My beautiful, innocent daughter defiled by,... by,...! Fuck, that looks sexy as hell, kitten. I haven't seen that nightie before, have I?" "Daa-ddyyy!" Now he was smiling for a different reason as he slowly peeled the rest of the sheet down from me, looking at me in my opaque, white babydoll, no panties, now covered in Vaseline. "Whoa. The things ya see when ya don't have a camera." "You,...ickied meee!" "Yeah,... Ya know what? Not yet, I haven't." He began taking his clothes off, his smile turning to a hungry leer. This distracted me and, as I felt the Vaseline working its way between my bum cheeks, I suddenly fell into a little game we like to play lately, gasping and looking at Daddy in surprise. "Oh, but you shouldn't be taking your pants off in front of your daughter! Ohhh, Daddy, what's that?" "That's Daddy's cock, sweetie. You're about to become very familiar with it." "You're a bad Daddy!" I said with my 'superkitten' voice, giggling afterward and suddenly turned on by the coating of ick all over my body. "I'll show you bad," he said, naked and getting into my twin bed with me, pushing me down and throwing the covers over us as I laughed wildly. The slippery fun that happened after was something we both promised the other that we'd repeat sometime soon. Can't be soon enough for me.     Apr. 02/09 Gina showed up for a surprise visit today, right after supper. "You!" she said, pointing at Daddy as soon as she was in the door. "Me?" he asked with a smirk, making me look from one to the other, wondering what was going on. "Yes, you! You're the one who did it!" she charged, the slightest grin on her face. "I don't know how, I don't know when, but you made my car stink!" "Ohh, Daddy!" He broke out laughing at this, slapping his thigh as he sat on the couch with the coffee he insisted on making and bringing himself. "Why would I do something like that to a witch like you?" "For April fool's day! Because of how I let you out of your truck at the plant that day! You said you'd get me and I was dumb enough to forget about that! What'd ya do, cowboy!?" He only laughed harder, finally managing, "I sprayed a bunch of black enamel paint up your tailpipes. Pretty ingenious, huh?" "Pretty smelly and embarrassing!" "Yeah, I'll bet. Don't worry, it'll go away soon. Probably! Haaaaaaaaaaa!" "You should know that I'm here for revenge." "Revenge? What the fuck ya gonna do? Beat me up? Aheh!" "Something like that, yeah," she said as she advanced on him. "Six of you couldn't take me, why don't you do go do something productive with your energy, like duct-tape a wire brush to your broom handle and clean your pipes, you silly little witch? Oh, and don't forget to wear your beret." He advised, laughing even harder. "Oh, very funny, John boy. Kat, hold him for me." I was on him in a flash, wrapping my arms around him as Gina sprinted in, hopping the coffee table to tackle him with me. The couch became the scene of an all out struggle, Daddy laughing while we grunted and strained against him, trying to get him down under us. I found myself tiring against him quickly, despite my new found physical fitness and Gina's help. It came down to having to pull his hair. We both had a fistful, Gina trying to hold his arms while I straddled his chest. He yelled in pain and grabbed a fistful of our hair and pulled. There we were, the three of us screaming and begging each other to stop. Finally, he agreed to at least help her clean her tailpipes out, if not do the whole thing himself. We were all still laughing about it when we came back in from the garage, where we nosed Gina's car in to clean up Daddy's mess, but there was something else going on in my mind. I couldn't help but notice Gina's erected nipples when the wrestling was over, wondering if Daddy had also noticed. Mine were erect as well and I was quite surprised that I wasn't overcome with insane jealousy. No, it turned me on quite a bit, in fact, and images of Daddy and Gina having sex began popping into my mind, turning into little fantasy scenes while we worked in the garage. Also, I noticed Gina looking at Daddy with a funny expression more than once out there. As an added kick, we all ended up watching a documentary about Wal-Mart together, Daddy lying on the couch on his side, me on top of him and,... Gina lying in front of him with his arm around her middle! It all just happened so naturally, like the other times we snuggled up with him, watching TV. I couldn't help but wonder what they were thinking of each other and I was dying to find out somehow, becoming hornier by the minute, more and more amazed at my total lack of jealousy. "Hey," Gina asked as we were driving to her place later, "do you think John would help me with an exercise machine like yours? I can get an exercycle and buy all the stuff." "Yeah, probably. He likes you." "Hm,... Y'know, slutty,... If I ever did want a man, it'd be him." " ... Really?" "Absolutely. It's no wonder at all that your standards are so high. There's,... something about him, you know. You probably can't see it because you're his daughter, but I'm surprised some woman hasn't grabbed him by now. Too bad you can't. Uh, don't worry. I'm not gonna become your step mother, or anything," she assured with a nervous laugh before pointing at herself and proclaiming, "Lesbian, remember." That really got me to thinking.   Apr. 12/09 After Gina dropped me off tonight, I went around back, feeling better than I have in a long time concerning my little predicament, anticipating a nice quiet evening at home with Daddy, his cock and my horny. Just before I opened the door, I heard voices inside. I froze, then put my ear to the door to listen, finding that Aunt Peggy was the mystery visitor. I quietly opened the door, stepped in and closed it just as quietly behind me, putting my overnight bag down on the floor and listening, wondering how the old drunk even knew I'd be gone. "John, don't get mad at me, I'm only trying to tell you that she's changed. She's not a little girl anymore." "Obviously not, she's grown up and people change when they've grown up, don't they?" Daddy answered with a notable lack of patience in his tone. "Grown up!" she scoffed. "You don't understand,... Don't you find it odd that she dyed her hair blonde? Knowing how she'd look, knowing how everyone feels about her mother?" "So, she's not allowed to dye her hair blonde because of the crimes of Sheila? Is that what you're saying?" "(sigh!) No, that's- John,... She really has become a lot like her mother. Don't you see that?" "Well, shit, she's bound to have some personality traits that come from-" "She doesn't just have 'some personality traits'. She's,... She's her. She's Sheila Burchell, part two." "Fuck sakes, listen to yourself, Peg! Sheila was an opportunistic little tramp, Kat is a good girl, the way I raised her!" "Ah, yes," she chuckled without humour. "I remember what you thought of Sheila before the end, too. Before she changed your mind about what a 'good woman' she was. She sure as hell taught you better, didn't she? I tried to warn you about her near the end of it, but you wouldn't listen. I'm trying to tell you the same things now and, still, you won't listen." "So far, you haven't been telling me much of anything! You've just been trash talking my daughter and I've about had enough of it!" "God dammit, John! I'm telling you, she's more like her mother than you think! Worse, even! She's a horny, scheming little trouble maker, smarter and more devious and calculating than her mother ever was, running around acting like some poor lost little girl, and she has you wrapped around her little finger like Sheila never did! Now she's hanging around with a stripper and, for all you know, she's probably doing it now herself!" Dad's The Man Ch. 09 "Peg,...!" Daddy warned. "Open your fucking eyes! Look at how she dresses lately! Running around with her nipples hard enough to poke somebody's eye out, jeans so tight they look like they're going to burst, skirts so short that people can actually see the bottom of her ass when she leans over! And don't think I haven't noticed how she is when she wants something, either! Bouncing up and down with those tits! Acting like an innocent-!" "You're drunk! How many have you had today, Peg!?" "-And don't think I haven't noticed how you look at her! Oh, yeah, I saw that, and don't think she doesn't encourage it, either! John, you're a smart man, but you're damned stupid when it comes to women and you always have been! For your own good, you have to get her out of this house, you have to get rid of her!" " ... What the fuck are you saying, Peg?" Dad asked with a challenging tone. "You know what I'm getting at!" "Yeah,... I find it pretty fuckin' funny, too, coming from you, of all people." " ...... That was an accident! I told you that again and again! An accident!" Peggy yelled. "Like your darling little daughter was, and if you had an ounce of sense, you would have let that conniving slut get an abortion like she wanted! At least you could have had a life for the last nineteen years and spare the rest of us that little fucking thing you call your daughter! All for the price of a fucking coat hanger if need-" (SLAP!) "(gasp!)" "You're leaving now, bitch!" Daddy seethed with a boiling anger I've never heard from him before. "Whether it's through the door, or straight through my front fuckin' window, you're leaving and you aint comin' back until you're sober and you're ready to apologize!" After a short pause, I heard her heels angrily stomping into the kitchen, coming around the corner to where I stood at the back door. She froze at the sight of me, a large, bright red patch on her left cheek, tears of anger and humiliation leaking from her eyes. Though my cheeks were running with hot tears, some detached part of my mind noted how she looked a little better than before, wearing a pair of loose jeans and a casual, yellow top, her hair a little less oily than usual. This information, however, wasn't that important to my affronted anger as we stared one another down. "Now, Peg! I wasn't fuckin' kidding about the front window!!" She slowly moved forward and I stepped aside for her, suddenly seeing that her anger had been replaced by nervous tension. I must have had one hell of a mean expression on my face for her to be more concerned about me than she was of Daddy. When she walked by, trying to ignore me, I said in a voice that trembled just above a whisper, "If I ever catch you in my house again,... I'll beat you." A moment later, she was through the door and gone. A moment after that, Daddy started smashing something to pieces, spouting livid curse words through his teeth. I slowly walked around the corner to see him reducing our coffee table to kindling. He happened to see me, my tears flowing faster now that my anger had been replaced by the set in shock of hearing someone appraise my existence the way she did. He stopped right up in his maniacal destruction of the coffee table, (I really don't think he was kidding about the front window) freezing as he understood what all I must have heard. Dropping the long shard of wood he was holding, Daddy shook his head disgustedly, holding his arms out and walking towards me. I ran to him and literally jumped right into his arms, wrapping my legs around his middle, my arms around his neck and sobbing like I haven't done in a long, long time. He rubbed my back, making soft, soothing sounds to comfort me. He carried me to his room, laying me down on the bed and getting on with me, wrapping me in his strong, protective arms and slowly making the horrible things she'd said go away to a degree. We eventually made love again, this making me feel a lot better and, afterwards, he told me again and again how he loved and treasured me, how he never once regretted my life, or place in our home and that, if I wanted, Peggy would never set foot on our property again. I told him I already made that clear to her on her way out and he only nodded, accepting this without hesitation, or question, adding that she'd have to find someone else to waste their time, working at her place for free. I'm still surprised at how much her words had hurt me. I mean, I don't even like the woman, had even told her as much in no uncertain terms when I warned her about screwing around in my life last month. It all still bothers me, but as long as I have Daddy, that's all that really counts.     Apr. 14/09 I woke up this morning with my horny in overdrive, my clitoris and nipples erected, lips moist and I can still only assume that I was having some dream that I don't remember. Who knows? The important thing is that I can now do something about it. I slowly sat up, looking to Daddy's side of the bed with a grin. Without waking him, I took my time peeling the blankets from his body. He was nude, because I usually make him sleep that way now, legs slightly parted with his forearms crossed on the pillow above his head. I repositioned myself while grinning wider, staring at his flaccid penis, getting to my knees so I could carefully lean over and begin to softly lick his balls. It wasn't long before I made my way to the base of his shaft, using saliva to leave every spot I visited wet. My hot tongue and breath made my way a little further upward before pausing to lick the sides, going back down to run a long, slow stroke over the length I'd already covered. As usual, Daddy slept like he was drugged and, even though he started getting hard, didn't wake up. Right on up to his cockhead I went, my favourite thing in the world to lick, and I went about my business there accordingly. At this point, he began stirring a little, low, short moans escaping his lips, so as soon as he was completely hard, I slowly, carefully straddled him, got him lined up to miffy and even nicely started before he woke with a small start. He blinked at recognition of me, probably still trying to remember that it's now okay to fuck me, judging by the expression on his face as I let myself unhurriedly slide down until he filled me to capacity. "Awww-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I squawked in pleasure and enough pain to make it all the better. "Good m- morning, Daddy!" "Oh, kitten! Fuck,...Uh! What a way to wake,... up! Ohh, kitten, you're a bad girl!" "Mmmm, I love it when you tell me that! Ooooh, Daddy, your cock!" Believe it or not, this was the first time I ever rode him in this way and I think I may have found a new favourite position, although I'd have to give it pretty careful consideration before taking that title away from doggy style. I was able to grind on him as I wished, mostly control the force and pace of the fucking and we each had a great view of the other. Best of all, for once, I could see the whole thing in his dresser mirror. I came pretty quick, lying full length on him, crying out into his chest over and over as he increased his thrusts into me, taking over as I went almost limp in my ecstasy. His repeated eruptions soon followed as he writhed beneath me, groaning with his arms around my back as I, in turn, took over the fucking while he enjoyed his turn at an all too temporary bliss. After he went to work and I finished my daily cleaning and my own ablutions, I answered an email from the people we have lined up to drill the well on our front lawn and saw to some other things. I've been thinking of writing a story for Literotica because, while I get off on those stories, I can never quite find 'the one for me', so maybe it's worth writing it myself, even if I do know what'll happen. I'm not sure about the premise, but I'm thinking 'non consent/reluctance' with some light BDSM flavouring. Something else I've been thinking about is Daddy and Gina. What tends to stay in the front of my mind is Gina's hard nipples and comments later on in her car after our wrestling match that evening. How odd that I'm not jealous about that, that it actually turns me on. It's possible that a good time to come clean with them both may be coming, but it would be better if I could sort of prepare the situation beforehand to work more in my favour. By the way, during supper this evening, I asked Daddy that question I've been wondering about, thinking enough time has gone by since the 'Auntie incident'. "Hey, Daddy?" "Uh huh?" "Has Aunt Peggy ever,... acted,... Has she ever tried to do anything with you that she shouldn't?" He stopped right up and looked at me strangely, asking, "Why would you ask something like that?" "Something you and she were saying the other night. She said that something was an accident, like she kept telling you a long time ago. Has she?" " ... There was an incident, or accident some years ago," he said as he put his fork back to work. "Back when Sheila was around, right?" "Yep." "What happened?" He allowed a short pause between us before answering, "We were all over at Peg's place one night, Norah, Paul, Peg, Dennis, me and Sheila, drinking and partying, you know. I turned in early because it was a Friday evening and I worked that day, I drank too much, it was late, so on and so forth. So, I'm asleep in Peg's guest room and I'm woken by somebody getting into bed with me. I assumed it was Sheila and I didn't think anything when her hands went all over me, cause it wasn't uncommon for her to get into bed and get started on me like that." "But, it wasn't Sheila," I surmised. "No. I didn't realize that right away in the dark, not until I grabbed her tits. Unfortunately, my hand went a few other places before that,... Well, she said it was a mistake, said she was drunk and she got the wrong room." "Did you believe her?" "Sure." "Do you still?" " ... I've had years for it to bounce back to memory every now and then, and I have to say that I do. I mean, there's no real reason not to believe her, she was pretty shocked when she heard my voice asking who in hell she was." "But,... you brought it up with her Sunday night." "Yeah, I did. Mostly just a tactic to back her off, but,... Kitten, they say that hindsight is twenty-twenty, but that's not necessarily true. Sometimes it's seeing just well enough to confuse what you thought you knew. Or want to believe." "Did you always wonder what it would be like with her after that?" " ... Jeez, some of the questions you ask,... Yes,... especially after Sheila was gone, but a man wouldn't be able to help that after what happened and I didn't lust after her, or anything." "So,... you fantasized about her?" " ... Obviously, I'm not perfect. No man is. I mean, it happened and the memory comes back late at night,..." "Do you still?" "No." "And she never tried anything in all the years since she divorced Dennis and Sheila left?" "Nope. Jealous?" "Maybe. No, not jealous, unhappy. Unhappy about her hands having been all over you. And I don't believe that what happened was any accident, either." "You weren't even there. She was pretty wasted that night." "I may not be experienced with men, dating, sleeping around, drinking and all that stuff, but I would think that any woman who loves her man would know him once she's had her hands all over him. The feel of him, his smell, his,... presence. I'd know you in the dark and I'd be able to tell if it was someone else before I even touched him." "What if you were really drunk?" "You mean, so drunk I can't even tell my bedroom door from the guest room door in my own house? So drunk that I don't notice a different furniture arrangement in my own assumed bedroom? I may never have been that drunk, but I have been in Aunt Peggy's house plenty of times and getting the wrong room would have meant her literally taking a left where she should have taken a right. No, I don't believe it was an accident at all. Neither do you." "Shit happens and I have to give her the benefit of the doubt." "Aw, Daddy, giving somebody the benefit of the doubt is like how I graduated on sympathy marks, because I never caused any trouble and they knew I'd never pass grade twelve a second time around, either. It's letting somebody off, even I know that." "Yeah, well maybe sometime you'll be in the position where you have a history with someone that you care about and you're compelled to give them the benefit of the doubt to soothe your own mind. Don't be surprised if you do it." " ... Hmm," I answered thoughtfully, looking at my empty plate while thinking about this and that funny, aloof way that he and Peggy always had with one another, trying to put aside for the moment the pride I felt at being accepted by him after he pushed Peggy away. "I'm not really the type to find myself in that position. It's more likely that I'd be the one hoping to receive the benefit of the doubt." "Why do you say that?" I shrugged, gave him a light smile and got up with my plate, smile fading quickly after my back was turned and I began getting the dirty dishes together to wash. "Ah, enough of that, anyway. Hey, you wanna go out back of the plant and grab some crushed rock tonight?" "They let people take it?" " ... Yeah, sure. That's right." "Daddy,..." "It's no problem, nobody'll say anything." "Oh, that sounds just great!" I exclaimed sarcastically, ignoring the sink full of dishes and forgetting about how nice it would be to receive the benefit of the doubt from both he and Gina. "I'm not getting sent up for trespassing and theft and neither are you!" "Kitten, where do you think the stuff we've got out back came from?" "That was years ago!" I pointed out. "Yeah, and now it's years later and we need some more. Look, it's no big deal, there's a way in right to the back of the dump and that's where it is. A good four wheel drive like ours can get in and out easily." "If it's no big deal, why don't we go in by the gatehouse?" "Because, kitten, that's not how it works in the union. If we're seen back there, nobody will say anything because they'll recognize the truck and they know I work there, but that doesn't mean they can have me coming through the front gate. Know what I mean?" "What about the security guards?" "They got their own union and who do you think supports them during bargaining and grievances? That time we went out on strike six years ago? That was in support of the creation of their union. Don't worry, nobody there has any love for management and they know how to play ball like the rest of us do." "Oh, my god. I feel like I'm riding with Jimmy Hoffa and the Godfather." He thought this was hilarious. Well, we got the crushed rock without incident, me sweating bullets the whole time, shoveling the stuff into the back of the truck like my life depended on it while Daddy casually looked around for anything else that may prove useful. He managed to grab a few used, but still good planks and a bit of two by six before he pitched in and helped me with the actual reason why we were there, risking incarceration in the first place. We lay on the couch together for a while, watching TV after we got home before he turned in for the night. I gave him a big, sloppy kiss and told him I'd be in later. I love being able to tell him that. Almost as much as I love the thought of Gina and I licking Daddy's cock together.     Apr. 18/09 Another good day, today. It's been a great week since the wrestling match and Gina's telltale nipples. I think I finally have a loose Idea of how I can bring things around, too, but along with somehow cutting her off for the weekend, I had to feel her out first. "I never would have expected you and Daddy to get along so well," I offhandedly commented as we did a stretching routine with one another in our sexy, lycra exercise outfits. "I'm a bit surprised, myself," she admitted. "He's so laid back, though." "In a sense, yeah," I laughed, admitting, "As his daughter, I've seen a more strict side of him." "Oh, come on. He's a pussycat." "Yeah. Well, he's mellowed a bit in the last year or so, but let me tell you about this time when I was waiting for him in the parking lot at the plant,... When I was finished, she was regarding me with raised eyebrows and, after a pause, she asking, "And how big did you say this guy was?" "I'd say he was about like the linebacker." "Geez." "He's actually kind of an uptight,... prick. (giggle) I don't mean that in a way to trash talk him, he's just,... Well, if you were on a bus, or in an elevator and someone was being an asshole, he'd be the guy to say, or do something about it. His parents were pretty old school and he takes a lot of that stuff pretty seriously." "Okay, I understand," she chuckled, going slowly down to a spread legged position. "Hey, you know that coffee table we had?" "Uh huh?" "Completely destroyed," I said, telling her what happened afterward. " ... Oh my,... Fuck!" Gina cursed angrily. "She actually said these things!?" "I was pretty surprised, too. I mean, I knew she didn't like me, but-" "I want to go right over there and rip her god damned face off right now! What the hell kind of person says shit like that? About her own niece, no less! ... Are you okay, baby!?" I assured her I was, that I'd gotten over it and all, this taking some minutes before she finally began to get over it. "What I don't like is that now he won't talk to his only sister. I didn't want that. I mean, I wouldn't have, you know?" "Well, yeah, but it's not your fault, slutty, you don't control these things and you can't control other people's behaviour. It's Peggy's fault and John sees it that way too, so don't forget that, okay?" "I won't. Hm, it's no wonder he likes you so much, you two always agree. Of course,..." "What?" "Well,..." I began, "I hope you don't mind, I know you don't tell anybody these things, but I had to sort of hint around that there's problems with your family this past Christmas,... so he'd understand like I did and let me go get you. I didn't tell him any details, obviously, 'cause I didn't know any at the time, it was only a suspicion and the fact that I was right and you came over,... Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that he knows." "That's alright." "I didn't want to spray your business all around, but- ow, ow, ow." "Not so far, slutty, I keep telling you, you don't push it like that when you're stretching. And, like I said, it's alright, I just hope he doesn't feel sorry for me. I'm not a victim, or a loser." "That's not what he thinks of you at all. If it had been any other woman but you, I wouldn't even be dancing now 'cause he probably wouldn't have allowed it. Anyway, my point is that he likes you and understands that you have nobody. I think he has a sort of special spot for you in his hardened, old school heart. (giggle)" "Really?" she asked with a smile. "Uh huh." "You know, sometimes I'm a little surprised at how much his opinion of me matters. I mean,... It's important to get along with him, especially in this case, but it's not just about you and,... Okay, never mind, there's no way I can say that without it sounding bad." "What?" "Forget it." "But that's no fair, you make me tell you things that are on my mind." "Yeah, but,... Well,... it bothers me that I got you into dancing and it's bad enough that I didn't really want you to, but it's also something that he didn't want, either. I had a really good time when I was there last Friday night and I just hate thinking I'm disappointing him." Dad's The Man Ch. 09 "Tell me about it. But yeah, I know how you feel about that and I'm sorry to make you both feel that way, but,... you know my reasons." "Yeah. Slutty can we tell him about us soon? That's something else that's really bothering me about him." "(sigh) ... Yes, soon." "Well,... when?" "I don't know exactly, but soon. I know you're right about that, just let me pick the time, okay?" " ... Alright. I love you." "I love you too. And I don't mean that as a lesbian, or whatever, but just,... me. I love you, Gina." She smiled at me, covering my hand on the floor with hers as we held position across from one another. "Baby,... I hate to bug and the last thing I want to do is bring you down, but,... I've had girlfriends before and none of them were like you. I found myself very deeply in love with you in a very short time. You have this,... way about you. This innocence that I see slipping away and I have to think it's because of dancing." "Oh, Gina,..." I sighed, not wanting to hear this. "I want- I mean,... would you consider hanging it up if there were some other option? I know I'm asking a lot, but it would mean so much to me and your father as well,... Would you just think about it?" I withheld my answer, not wanting to commit myself to undoing something I worked for in any way. This is my financial independence and the fact that I enjoy it only makes it all the more worth having. She came up out of the stretch with me and put her arms around my middle, wanting to look at my face, but I could only look to the side and down, my lips compressed in mild agitation. "I'm sorry. I've upset you," she toned. I shook my head, not wanting her to feel bad, but unwilling to back down. "I'd do something for you in return, if it would help." " ... I'll think about it, smutty. No promises though, okay?" She smiled, nodding her head and replying, "Thank you. I know how important dancing is to you, and don't think I don't appreciate your consideration, okay?" "I know." "You're a darling." "Hey,..." "Hmm?" "Wanna stay at my house this weekend?" "The whole weekend, like we do here?" "Yup. Daddy won't mind and it'd be nice if he had the company for the weekend." "Well,... yeah. Yeah, that sounds good. What would we do, though?" "Stuff."     Apr. 20/09 I've got Daddy's morning routine down pretty good now. This morning, his breakfast was coming out of the pan just as he walked into the kitchen, his coffee hot, fresh and already on the table waiting for him. "I know you think those gym pants put me off of fucking you instead of eating," he offered as he sat, picking up his coffee cup, "but I know what's under them and you look great in them, anyway. They should be tighter, though." "They should, huh? Well, no matter what you say, they seem to be working pretty well. Anyway, I could always wear a pair of coveralls," I replied, serving him. "You'd be nude underneath." I smiled, having just been thinking that very thing, and said, "Never mind, eat up. I'll read your horoscope," I added, sitting down across from him with last night's newspaper, entertaining him in a nonsexual way until he left for work. This evening, I wore a pink skirt, so short that it left the bottom of my bum hanging out and that gauzy, white button up blouse with no bra. Under the skirt, I decided to wear a pink thong with the white garter belt and stockings I'd bought a while back, but never wore before tonight. A pink hair band and my ball breakers finished the outfit. This and a smile is what I wore when Daddy came in the back door after work. He looked at me, grinning all through supper, me smiling right back as I served him and we ate. He took a shower after while I cleaned up. When he was finished and came out, I was waiting in the kitchen. "Coffee, Daddy?" "No thanks." "You look nice," I offered. He laughed, stopping up and looking down at himself in the old T-shirt and gym shorts, his easily discernable, full erection teasing me from inside them. "What, are you kidding? You look nice. In fact, why don't you take your shirt off?" "Only if you take your shorts off. I wanna see your cock hanging out." "Deal." We both watched each other as we removed the said clothing, me wondering what variety of fun this would lead to. He meandered closer to where I stood bare chested, garter belt riding above my skirt, smiling at him between the counter and kitchen table until he was beside me and his hands were on my waist. "I love to tease you, Daddy." "Oh, I know you do." (smooch) "If it weren't for your breakfast being so important,... I'd tease you every morning just so you could use me like a whore and leave like you did that morning." "Is that so?" (smerp) "Oh, yeah. I know how you feel about my teasing." "Sometimes, I don't know what to do with you, kitten." "You always manage. (giggle)" "Well, you're very inspiring. Very exciting and beautiful." "Daddy, thank you. I like it when you say things like that, it makes me all mushy and tingly inside." "Mushy and tingly?" "Uh huh." "What if I were to tell you that you're Daddy's perfect little slut? How would that make you feel inside?" "(giggle!)" "Hmm?" he asked, his fingers suddenly playing with the front of my garter belt. "I love when you say things like that." He smiled devilishly and assumed, "You remembered what I told you about garters, didn't you?" "Uh huh." " ... It's why you asked about my kinks, wasn't it?" Uh huh. Sorry." "Kitten, I'm gonna pound the hell outta miffy for that." "Ohh,... Daddy, yes!" He reached down and took one of my thighs in his big hand, lifting it up and to the side, then took my calf and stretched me out while I leaned my upper body over, resting one hand on the table while redistributing my weight on one foot. It was a ballerina's stretch that exposed my crotch entirely. "You are in good shape, aren't you?" he noted proudly. "Uh huh." His fingers pulled my panties aside to show my wet miffy, achingly spread and begging for his attention. She didn't have to wait long. His fingers began roaming here and there, stroking my lips, clitoris, running over my flower and finally probing miffy. I moaned aloud as he played with me, soon going down to lick and suck me to a fabulous orgasm. Once he was finished with that, I found myself jerked off my feet and practically tossed on to the top of the kitchen table on my back. A grunt of post orgasmic surprise escaped my throat as the wooden salt and pepper shakers went skidding off table top and to the floor, my panties hastily removed. Grabbing my ankles in another display of how fit I'd become, I pulled them all the way back until they were about a foot from the top of the table on either side of my head. I grinned wickedly up at him, seeing that he loved this invitation as much as I did. I watched as he slowly fed me his hardened member, inch by inch, both of us groaning unabashedly until he was in as far as he could get. He leaned over and kissed me and I returned desperately as I felt that anticipated pain while I stretched around him, loving the feel of him just buried inside me like that. This, however, wasn't his final intentions with me and, after warming me up with a nice pace, he grabbed me by the shoulders and began to incrementally apply himself with more and more force until I was emitting short bellows of painful bliss. "Ohhh! Ffuuccckk! Nnnnnnaa! ... Yes! Yes! Ohhhh, fuck me harder, Daddy!" I cried in a voice quite unintentionally close to superkitten. He made me cum again, wailing maniacally, unable to thrash as I wanted while he just kept hammering me harder like I'd demanded. When he came, I got to watch him pull out and jerk himself off all over my skirt and garter belt. Now, there's a yummy little experience to help a girl sleep at night. We hung out on the couch after that, still half dressed and lazily stroking one another's genetalia as we watched TV, every now and again getting the other off. I actually got quite a lot of cum on me and I find I like that a lot. I'd take a bath in Daddy's cum, if I could. "Do you ever regret what we have now?" I asked him at one point, a fresh load of his sticky jism running down the side of my face. His breathing was still a little hard, as was his cock as I continued to stroke it lovingly for him, his fingers again playing with my wet lips and clitoris, but he replied after a pause. "I can't help the persistent feeling that I messed my daughter. Sometimes it's worse than other times. But, now things between us offers me,... It's not that you didn't make me happy before, it's just that now it's in such a different and exciting way, that I feel like I'm more alive, or something. It's not just the sex thing, either, please understand that, kitten." "I know," I agreed. It isn't for me, either. I know how you feel, I know your happier now, like I am, but don't feel like you messed me. I really don't even like the sound of that- as I sit here with your cum on my face," I couldn't help putting in with a light, dirty smile, "-but no, don't look at it like that, Daddy. That's just sex and it's good." "Is it really that clear cut?" "For me, yeah. It should be for you, too. Just be happy, okay?" "On a so-called good day, I can see it that way." " ... You trust me, right?" "Yeah, what do you mean?" "I mean,... Well, just remember that. See, I trust you too and, as long as we both keep that in mind, things will get better. Right?" Besides, tell me who else we can trust?" " ... Nobody, I guess." "Exactly. Like I said, we just trust one another and this will work out nice. Stop worrying, subject closed." "Just like that, huh?" "That's pretty much how you, do it," I teased. "Don't get smart, young lady," he warned with a smile. "Or what? You'll pull my panties down and give me a good licking? (giggle)" " ... Something like that, yeah." We paused in conversation for a bit to enjoy the sensations of touch and feel and it was me who finally broke the sound of our heavy breathing and small, short sounds of pleasure. "Can't wait for this weekend. Daddy,... mmm. Thanks for the way you treat Gina. I'm really glad you two get along like you do." "Gina's a good girl. Little witch- uhm,... good girl, though." "She's very pretty." I offered. "Isn't she?" "Yeah. Why doesn't she have a boyfriend, anyway?" " ... She has very high standards when it comes to men. Much like mine." "I'm flattered." "You should be. I think she has a little crush on you, though." "Wha- Uhh! –What?" "Well, didn't you see the way she was flirting with you?" " ... No, when?" "When we were wrestling. Didn't you see her nipples after that?" "N- I,... Well, I noticed them, yeah, but women,... I mean, so what? She was just being friendly." "Yeah. Daddy, no offense, but Peggy was right in how you don't know much about women. (giggle)" "Well, even if she does, it's harmless. I take it that it doesn't bother you?" "No. I can't really blame her, can I? Anyway, I see it as a compliment." Like I said, Gina has very high standards. You should see her apartment." "I can imagine, judging by the Vette and her clothes." "She has a lingerie collection you wouldn't believe. When I first saw it, I vowed to never stop until I had one as big, but since then I've had to give in to my own sensibilities." Daddy seemed to find this quite amusing, even as his cock began to grow again. "She likes red and black a lot, some white and other colours. Rarely yellow, which I think looks great on her, but she hates pink. Detests it. Heh, so I bought her this little pink getup, complete with garters, stockings, hair band, all of it. And all of it pink. (giggle) Then I made her model it for me." " ... Well, what happened?" "She looks fabulous in pink. I mean, just imagine it with her dark skin and black hair. Her panties were so- Oh, look." I interrupted myself, Daddy's once again fully charged penis in my hand. "I got work to do." I let the conversation end there, going down on him, fucking him with my throat like a cheap, two dollar prostitute. I was soon right between his legs, sucking until I finished him with my hand, pointing this load at my boobies and lacing them well as I smiled innocently up at him.