6 comments/ 60544 views/ 19 favorites Fantasy Father By: Dream_Operator Author's Note: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious and are eighteen years of age or older. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Fantasy Father Chapter One: A Very Fleeting Thing Emma was walking down the hallway on her way back to her room when she heard the strange sounds. They were coming from her father's bedroom. It was a woman and she was moaning―moaning loudly and uncontrollably. Emma pressed her ear against the door. "Harder," the woman pleaded in a desperate voice. Harder? Emma wondered. Harder―her father must have agreed, because the woman started shouting, "Yes! Yes! Oh God, yes!" over and over, faster and faster, louder and louder. "Fuck, it feels so good. You're gonna make me cum again," the woman cried out and then suddenly grew silent. Again? What the fuck? The only sounds coming from the room now, were the sounds of their bodies slapping together. "I'm cumming!" the woman finally screamed out. And then, for the first time since she had been listening, Emma heard her father's voice―four loud, animal-like grunts and it was over. Emma hurried back to her room and shut the door behind her. She flopped down onto her bed and tried to make sense of what she had just heard. Nothing like this had ever happened when her mother was still living with them. Fighting―yes, she heard lots of that. Sex―no, never. It had been four years since she had left them, and as far as Emma knew her father hadn't been with another woman since―well, since a few minutes ago. What's gotten into him? she wondered.The thought of her father as a sexual creature had never crossed her mind, now it was criss-crossing every bit of it. The moans and screams of the woman began echoing in Emma's head as she lied on her bed in the quiet darkness. Somehow her hand had crept down into her white cotton panties and was now gently rubbing her swollen little pussy. She tried hard, but Emma couldn't suppress the image that was forming in her mind: the woman was on his bed, on her hands and knees. Her father was behind her, fucking her doggy style. Emma was surprised and more than a little bit embarrassed about how horny she was getting. Try as she might, she couldn't help it―the desire was too strong, the need was too great. She pulled off her panties and rolled over onto her stomach. The middle finger of her left hand slid into her wet pussy from behind. Her clit was screaming for attention, but its fate, at least for now, was to wait and sweetly suffer. Nothing in her young life had ever made Emma feel like this―so excited, so aroused, so alive. She wasn't ready to let it end, not now, not yet. "Fuck, it feels so good," the imaginary woman in her father's bedroom said. Fuck, it feels so good, Emma agreed. She plunged a second finger into her hungry wetness and let out a gasp. In her mind, she was now the one bent over on her father's bed. Her fingers were no longer her fingers, they were her father's hard cock. In and out, faster and deeper, her father's thickness stretched her tiny little cunt. She had never imagined it could feel so good, she had never imagined any of this. "You okay, princess?" her fantasy father asked her. Emma looked back at him over her shoulder. "I'm okay, Daddy. I can take it," she assured him. "That's my little girl," her fantasy father said. Then he grabbed her slender hips and began to furiously pound his princess's little, pink pussy. "It feels good, Daddy," Emma called back to him. "Don't stop. I like it. I need it. I want it!" The siren call of her clit finally became too powerful to resist. Like a magnet to steel, Emma's other hand was drawn down to her shaved mound and gave her aching little button the attention it was craving. Emma's sexual dam was already overflowing, all it took was the slightest touch on her clit for it to give way and burst. A flood of sexual energy and raw emotion shook her quivering young body. Once again, Emma's head was filled with the sounds of her father grunting as they climaxed together. * The next morning her father was sitting at the breakfast table when Emma walked into the kitchen. He had the newspaper in one hand and a bagel with cream cheese in the other. The mystery woman was nowhere to be seen. Emma poured herself a bowl of cereal and sat down on the opposite side of the table. "Mornin'," she greeted him. "Mornin'," her father replied. "Sleep well?" Emma asked, hoping he would reveal some details about what happened last night. "Yes, I suppose so. And you?" James asked. "Okay, I guess," said Emma. "That's good." "I had the weirdest dream." "Is that so?" James replied, not looking up from the paper. "What was it about?" "It's kind of personal," Emma said. "Oh," James said and took a sip of coffee. Emma tried to look him directly in the eye but his attention was focused on the day's headlines. "It was a sexual dream," she said. "It was so vivid, like it was really happening." James was reading the paper as she spoke. "Uh huh," he replied. "That's nice." "Dad!" "What?" he said, folding the paper and laying it down on the table. "You're not listening." "Yes, I am." "What did I just say?" "You said you had a dream last night." "What kind of dream?" "Um . . . A weird one?" "Lucky guess," Emma said. "Why was it weird?" "You were falling?" Emma shook her head. "You were lost?" "Nope." "You were being chased?" "I was being fucked." "What?" James said, nearly spitting out a mouthful of coffee. "In my dream I was being fucked by a man―an older man. Do you think that's weird?" "I don't know," said her father. "I guess not." "Even if he was quite a bit older." "How much older? In his twenties? Thirties?" "Older. He was old enough to be you― er, your age." "Really?" "Yes." "Well, it's just a dream" said James. "I don't know if it means anything." "What if it wasn't?" "Wasn't what?" "What if it was real?" Emma asked. "Would you approve?" "Approve of what?" "Me being in a relationship like that?" "You're an adult now, sweetheart," he said. "so it's really none of my business." "I know that, but how would you feel about it?" "What is this all about, Emma? Have you met someone?" "Sort of," she said, looking deep into his eyes. "Is this something you're actually considering." "Maybe," Emma confessed. "He doesn't know . . . know how I feel about him." "Well I guess it depends on the person," her father said. "If he respected you and treated you right, it would be a bit strange, but I would be fine with that, if that's what you wanted." "Really?" Emma asked, beaming. "It's just that . . . ." "What?" "I don't really understand why someone as old as me would want to date an eighteen year old girl. I could never imagine doing something like that." "What? No?" she asked, disappointment painted across her face. "Why not?" "Well, wouldn't it be awkward―meeting her parents and hanging out with her friends? And what if she wanted me to take her to the prom?" James said. "Speaking of which, have you found a date for the prom yet?" "No, still looking," Emma said. "If I don't find anyone, would you?" "Would I what?" "Would you take me?" "If that's what you wanted," her father said. "You know I would do anything for you, sweetie." "Really? Anything?" Emma asked, her mind spinning with possibilities. "But I thought you said it would be awkward―going to a prom." "Not with you, it would be special. I would love to take my princess to the ball." "Really? You would?" "Of course, but how would your new boyfriend feel about that?" asked James. "Wouldn't you rather go with him?" "Um . . . He's not my boyfriend, not yet anyway," Emma said, "not ever probably. Speaking of which, what about you?" "What about me?" "Who is she?" "Who is who?" "The woman." "What woman?" "The woman you were with last night." "How do you know about that?" "Dad, I could hear what you guys were doing." "Really?" James asked. "You could?" "Yes." "I thought we closed the door." "You did." "And still?" Emma nodded. "Wow," James said. "I guess Beth is a bit vocal." "A bit vocal?" his daughter said. "Dad, she sounded like a porn star." Emma started to mimic her, "Oh, James, you big stud, fuck me hard with your giant cock. Oh God! Oh God! Pound my tight pussy with that monster cock! Oh God! Oh God! I'm cumming!" "Really? Beth said that?" James asked. "I don't remember that part." "Okay, well maybe I embellished it a little," she admitted. "But still, it was loud." "You watch porn?" her father asked. "I may have," Emma replied defensively. "Once or twice, for research purposes." "Look, I'm sorry you had to hear that, Emma. Did it make you feel uncomfortable?" "Yes. Yes it did, Daddy," she chided him, for a while, she added in her mind and grinned. "So how long have you and this Beth been going out?" "Not long, that was our first date actually." "You fucked her on the first date?" an incredulous Emma asked. "It was mostly her idea," James offered up in defense. "Mostly?" Emma asked. "What does that mean?" "I guess it means I didn't exactly play hard to get," he confessed. Emma scooped up a spoonful of soggy flakes and then put it back down, more interested in details than breakfast foods. "So where did you meet this woman?" "That's the weird part," James said. "I was cleaning out my spam folder and I saw an email that looked familiar. I thought it was from your Aunt Beth, so I opened it." "What did it say?" "It wasn't from your Aunt Beth. It was from a different Beth, my Beth." Your Beth? Emma bristled at the thought. One date and she's already Your Beth. James glanced at his watch and continued, "She said that she saw my profile and found me attractive. She thought we had a lot in common." "She did?" Emma gulped. "Like what?" "Well, we're both single parents trying to raise an unruly teenager." "Dad!" "What? I'm kidding, Emma," James said. "Her son isn't really that unruly." "That's not funny," Emma said with her saddest pouty-face. "You know I'm joking, sweetie," her father reassured her. "You're my perfect little angel. The day you were born was the greatest day of my life. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me. I don't know what I'll do when you move out." "Who says I'm ever moving out." Emma said. "Now back to your date, you said she saw your profile?" "Yes, I thought she was talking about my LinkedIn profile. But no, she said she saw it on an online dating site for single parents. Weird huh?" "Um . . . yeah." Emma fidgeted in her chair. "How strange." "I was curious how it got there, so I went and checked out the site." "You did?" she asked nervously. "What happened?" "It asked me to type in my email address, which I did. Then it asked me for my password, but I had no idea―" "Sex me up," Emma said softly. "What?" "That's your password: 'sex me up'―all lowercase, no spaces." "Emma, is there something you want to tell me?" "Okay, I guess it's cards-on-the-table time. I kinda, sorta signed you up for that site," Emma admitted, and then let out a confessioner's sigh of relief. "It was a couple of months ago. I totally forgot about it." "Why did you do that?" "I don't know, Daddy" his daughter said. "It's just that . . . it's been a while since mom left. I thought you might be getting lonely. I was just trying to help. Are you mad at me?" James thought about it for a moment, then looked over at his well-meaning daughter and grinned. "No, I guess not." "So how did you guys end up coming back here?" "Hmm . . . let me think," James said, stroking the grey-flecked, weekend stubble on his chin. "We were finishing dinner at the restaurant when Beth's phone rang. It was her son, Kevin, calling to say that the car battery had died and he wouldn't be able to pick her up. "Beth asked me if I could give her a lift home. And of course I agreed," her father said and then paused to take a bite of his bagel and a sip of coffee. An impatient Emma reminded him, "You didn't answer my question." "What question was that?" "How you ended up here." "Oh, that. Right, I was just getting to that part. We got into the car and I was about to ask Beth where she lived when she said, 'Thanks so much for dinner, James. It was delicious.' "'You're very welcome,' I said to her. "'But now I think it's time for a little dessert,' she said, and then she leaned over. "I thought she wanted a kiss, but that's not where her mouth ended up." "What do mean?" Emma asked. "Where did it end up?" "She leaned all the way over and undid my my trousers, and . . . well . . . ." "She sucked your cock?" a shocked Emma asked. "Yes." "In the parking lot?" "Well, yes, that's where it happened." "I can't believe you let some strange woman give you a blow job in a parking lot. How could you?" Emma asked. "Weren't you afraid of getting caught? "Yes, no, I don't know, Emma," James said. "That's kinda what made it so exciting. That and . . . ." "And what?" "Beth is quite skilled―orally that is." "So, what happened?" "What do you think happened?" "You came?" Emma asked. "I tried to make it last," her father said. "I really did, but it's been so long, and it felt so good. I couldn't hold back anymore. So, to answer your question, yes, I came―pretty hard. Really hard, actually." "All over your clothes and the car?" his daughter asked. "Um . . . no, that wasn't really a problem." "Why not?" "Beth likes to swallow. It's a fetish of hers." "Oh yeah, I'm sure she does, being a porn star and all." "Actually in porn movies they usually don't . . . nevermind." "Why does she like it?" "What?" "Swallowing." "Emma, I don't know why. Everybody likes different things. I don't think there's an explanation for it." "What about you?" she asked her father. "What about me?" "Is that your fetish?" "What?" "Blowing your load into a girl's mouth?" "No." "So, you don't like it then?" "I didn't say that either. Look, I think we've talked enough about my date. I'm sorry if this upset you, Emma. I thought you said this is what you wanted." "I want you to be happy, Daddy," she said. "Does this Beth make you happy?" "She did, but . . . ." "But what?" "Happiness can be a very fleeting thing." "What does that mean?" "It means I gotta run if I'm going to make my tee time." Fantasy Father Ch. 02 "Hello," Lexi said into her iPhone. "Hey, girl," Emma replied. "What's going on?" "Not much, just got home from slinging frogurt." "Any cute guys come in?" "No, not really. What are you up to?" "Algebra. Urg!" Emma groaned. "Hey, can I ask you a question?" "Sure, but make it quick, my phone is dying," Lexi said, "and we're headed out to dinner to celebrate my brother's birthday. By the way, he's legal now if you're―" "Don't even go there," said Emma. "Alright, I'm just saying. So what's your question?" "What does it mean when a woman is skilled, orally I mean?" "It means she's good at sucking cock." "I know that, but what makes her good at it?" "You're asking the wrong girl. I've only done it once and I won't do it again," said Lexi, "at least not with Conner." "Why not?" "Quick Draw McGraw couldn't control himself, as usual, and started cumming in my mouth before I could pull off of him." "So you didn't like it?" "Are you kidding? It was gross. He promised me he would warn me when―" "What was it like?" asked Emma. "What did it taste like?" "It tasted like chicken." "Really?" Lexi laughed. "No, I'm kidding. Actually, it tasted weird and the texture was disgusting. It was slimy, like snot." "I heard that some girls like it." "Well, some girls like eating raw fish too." "I like sushi," said Emma. "Well, then maybe you'll like it," said Lexi. "Why are you asking me all of these questions?" "I've been thinking about trying it." Lexi didn't reply. After a long pause,"Hello? Lexi? Are you still there? "Fuck!" Emma shouted into her phone. * Later that night, Emma was curled up on the couch with her father. They were watching a mystery movie, when her phone rang. "Hello," she answered. "Trying what?" Lexi asked. "What?" "You said you were thinking about trying something, when my phone died." "Um, hold on a sec." Emma got up, headed for her bedroom and closed the door behind her. "Sucking cock," she whispered into the phone. "Really?" Lexi asked. "I thought you were saving yourself for marriage." "I never said that. I said I was saving myself for the right person." "And you've found him?" "Yeah, sort of." "Who is he?" asked Lexi. "Where did you meet him? "He's my― we met . . . um, online." "What does he look like?" "He's tall and handsome," said Emma, "and I can't stop thinking about him." "So you're going to let him pop your cherry?" "I want to, but it's complicated." "Why?" Lexi asked. "Is he married?" "No, he's divorced actually." "So he's older?" "Yeah." "I love older men. I would love to spend a night with an experienced man who knows how to please a woman," said Lexi. "I probably shouldn't tell you this, but I've had a serious sexcrush on your dad ever since I hit puberty. Do you think that's weird?" "I don't know. I guess not," said Emma. "He is kind of attractive, I guess." "Kinda? Emma, your dad is friggin' hot! I probably shouldn't tell you this either, but sometimes just being around him makes me wet. Does he like younger women?" "Who?" "Your dad." "No, I don't know think so. He's dating someone who is around his age, I think. Besides, I don't think you're his type." "Why's that?" "He likes girls who swallow," she whispered. "Why are you whispering?" "Because he's home and I don't want him to hear me." "Oh," said Lexi. "So, how do you know?" "Know what?" "That he likes girls who swallow." "He told me," Emma explained. "Really? You guys talk about sex stuff?" "Yes, no, he was talking about a date he went on. That's how I found out." "Oh." "That's how I know he wouldn't be interested in a girl like you. A girl that doesn't swallow." "Who says I wouldn't swallow for him?" asked Lexi. "I thought you said you didn't like it." "Who says I have to like it? I'd let your dad do me however way he wanted. I'd let him― no, I'd beg him to make me his bitch. Just thinking about it is making me horny. What else does he like?" "I don't really know," said Emma. "Anyway, back to what we were talking about." "What were we talking about?" "The guy I met." "Oh, yeah. Sorry, I got distracted," Lexi said. "When are you going to do it?" "I don't know exactly. We haven't really talked about it." "What's there to talk about? Just whip it out and shove it in your mouth. It's not like he's going to say no." "You think so?" asked Emma "I'm kinda worried." "About what?" "Because he's used to being with girls who are, you know, more experienced." "Don't worry about it. Does he know you're still a virgin?" "No. Should I tell him?" "I would. He'd probably like that." "When you went down on Conner, how much did you?" "How much did I what?" "How much of it did you put in your mouth?" "Not much," said Lexi. "It happened so fast; I was just getting started." "So, you didn't deep throat him?" Emma whispered. "I heard guys like that." "Guys like a lot of things, Emma. It doesn't mean you have to do all of them. Don't let this guy pressure into something you're not comfortable with." "Yeah, I know, I know. But I want to make him like it. I want to make him want me." Emma said. "And what about you?" "What about me?" "What about all that crazy stuff you said you'd let my dad do to you?" "That's different," explained Lexi. "Why?" "Because your dad is sex-on-a-stick!" "What if this guy was my . . . was as hot as my dad?" "Really? He is? Oh my God, Emma, I am so jealous." "So, how do you learn how to do that?" "Do what?" "Deep throat a guy." "I don't know, practice I guess." "Practice with what?" "Duh, with a cock," Lexi said. "What if you don't have one?" "I guess you could use your toy and pretend it was a cock." "Toy?" Emma asked. "Yeah, you know, your vibe or your dildo." "I don't have one of those. Where can I get one?" "Anywhere. You can even order them from Amazon now. That's where I got mine," "Oh, okay," said Emma. "What kind should I get?" "I don't know. You should probably get one that's the same size as his dick. Do you know how big it is?" "No, not yet." "Just get a regular size one then. Listen, I gotta go. My mom's calling―it's cake time. Good luck! Let me know how it goes. Byes." "Byes." * * Emma walked back into the living room and sat down on the couch next to her father. "What was that all about?" James asked. "Girl talk," Emma explained. "Oh," her father said. "So what did I miss?" "The ending." "What happened?" "The butler did it." "Ha!" Emma said. "I knew it." "Do you want me to rewind it?" "No, that's okay." "You're sure?" "Yes," Emma said. "So, tell me." "Tell you what?" "What happened." "Well, the butler―" "Not in the movie," Emma said, "in real life. What happened on the rest of your date with what's-her-name, what happened next?" "I think I've already told you enough." "Come on, Dad. I tell you everything about my sex life." "You do?" her father asked. "What sex life?" "Exactly." "Does that mean that you're still―" "Yes," Emma admitted. "Oh, I guess I just assumed that because you're eighteen now, that you were having―" "No," Emma interrupted him again, "not yet." "Aren't you on birth control?" "Yes, that was your idea, remember?" "It was?" said James. "Oh yes, now I remember. I told you I'm too young to be a grandpa." "Yeah, well you don't have to worry about that happening anytime soon." "Why not?" he asked. "How come?" "How come what?" "How come you haven't―" "Because I haven't met the right person yet. I know it sounds silly, but I want my first time to be with someone I love." Emma looked deep into her father's eyes, hoping her look would somehow convey her true feelings. "Someone who loves me and respects me. I want it to be special." "I don't think it sounds silly at all," her father said. "Really? You don't? All my friends think so. Lexi even offered up her stepbrother to do the job, as if." "I'm sure you'll find the right person soon." Emma gave him a longing look. "I hope so." "What about that new guy you met?" asked her father. "The older one?" "Nothing new to report. I don't think he thinks of me the way I think of him." "Why do you say that?" "I keep dropping hints and he doesn't respond." Emma gauged her father's reaction. "Plus, I think he's involved with someone else. So what happened next on your date?" "Well, we drove back to―" "Not that part," said Emma. "What happened in the car?" "I thought I already told you about that." "You did, but I want details." "About what?" "You said she was skilled. What did she do?" "Are you sure you want to talk about this, Emma? You seemed to get pretty upset the last time." "I'm sorry. I won't get upset this time, I promise." "Why do want me to tell you this?" "Because I need to learn what you . . . what you guys like girls to do. And you always told me that if I ever had any questions about sex you would answer them." "I did?" "Yes, right before you put me on the pill." "Wouldn't you rather discuss this with your mother, Emma?" "Dad, she hasn't spoken to us in four years, not even a Christmas card. We don't even know where she is." "I suppose you're right. Okay, so what do want to know?" "Everything," said Emma. "How did she start?" "Well, let me think," James said. "She leaned over, undid my trousers, and pulled out my―" "Was it hard?" "What?" "Your cock, was it hard?" "No, but it didn't take long." "How big is it?" Emma asked. "How big is what?" "You know. When you get hard. How big does it get?" "That's kind of a personal question," her father said. "Don't you think?" "I'm sorry. I was just curious." "Why?" "Because I've never seen one in person. " "Well, if you really must know, I guess mine is normal size―about two foot long." "What?" Emma gulped. "Really?" "No, I'm kidding. I think I'm about average size, maybe a little longer, but I have had women tell me that it's rather thick. They seem to like that." "So what happened next?" Emma asked. "Details, Dad, I want details." * * * Three days later. James was sitting on the sofa, drinking a beer and watching a Laker's game, when Emma walked into the house. "How was school?" he asked. "Good, I think I aced my Algebra exam." "That's great, honey. Are you hungry? I made spaghetti; it's on the stove." "Thanks, but I already had dinner at Lexi's house." "Oh, okay. Hey, you got a package from Amazon today. It's over there on the credenza." "I did? Oh, good," said Emma. "I, um, lost the charger for my phone, so I ordered a new one." "That's an awful big box for a phone charger," said James. Emma let out a nervous laugh. "Yeah, I guess." "And isn't that your charger plugged into the wall by the kitchen counter?" "Oh, there it is!" Emma feigned. "I been looking all over for that thing." "Are you going to send the new one back?" "No, I guess I'll just keep this one as a spare. In case I lose it again." Emma grabbed the package and hurried to her room. * * * * Three weeks later. Emma was lying on her bed, coming down from a Fantasy Father orgasm, when her phone rang. She picked it up and answered the call from Lexi. "Hey." "Hey," replied Lexi. "What are you up to?" "Um, not much," Emma lied. "You sound like you're out of breath." Emma grinned. "I just got finished, uh, working out." "Oh. Hey, did you find someone?" "Find someone for what?" "For the prom?" "Yeah, sort of," Emma said. "My dad is taking me." "Really?" asked Lexi. "Yeah." "Are you still in on the limo?" "No, he doesn't want to do that," said Emma. "I think it would be kind of awkward for him, hanging out with a bunch of kids. Plus, he just got a new car and he wants to take me in that. I'm so excited. I can't wait. "We are still getting the hotel room, though," Emma said. "My dad bought some really nice French champagne for us to drink afterwards, and he doesn't want to drink and drive." "Oh, okay. I understand," said Lexi. "How's your dad doing, by the way?" "Good, he just got a promotion at work. He's VP of something-or-other now. That's where the new car came from." "What kind of car is it?" "A Mercedes―it's a black convertible, and it's really, really nice." "I would love to take a ride in it one day," Lexi said. "Was it expensive?" "I guess so. The company is paying for it," Emma said. "He also got a nice raise to go along with it." "Wow, that's great." "Yeah, but . . ." "But what?" "He's going to have to travel for work now," Emma said. "They offered him this position before, but he turned it down because he didn't want to be away from home." "He doesn't trust you?" asked Lexi. "No, it's not that," Emma explained. "It's just . . . he takes his role as a father very seriously. And he always wanted to be there for me growing up, especially after mom left us." "I wish my dad was like that," said Lexi "It's always, 'Jenny was valedictorian. Jenny got a scholarship to Stanford. Jenny blah, blah, blah.' I think he even likes my nerd stepbrother more than me. You are so lucky to have a dad like yours, Emma." "Yeah, I know." "Is your dad still seeing that woman he was going out with?" "No, turns out she's married." "Really?" "Yeah. She was just using my dad to get back at her husband, who had cheated on her." "Oh, that's too bad," Lexi said, without conviction. "Yeah, it's a shame," Emma lied. "So, has he met anyone else?" "No, I don't think he really likes dating. He thinks he's too old for it." "Speaking of dating, whatever happened to that guy you met, the older one?" asked Lexi. "Did you ever go down on him?" "No, we haven't. It's complicated. But I think I'm ready now, if it does happen. I bought a toy, like you recommended, and have been practicing." "Does your dad know about this guy?" "He knows I met someone I'm interested in and that we've haven't, you know, met yet," said Emma. "But he doesn't know about the other part; the toy I bought and the rest―you know, the practicing." "So, why aren't you going to the prom with the new guy?" asked Lexi. "Well, I know it sounds weird, but I really want my dad to take me," said Emma. "I want it to be a special night between us, something we will always remember." "I don't think it sounds weird, Emma. If I had a dad like yours, I would want him to take me." "Take you to the prom?" "Take me however way he wanted," said Lexi. "Hey, can I ask you a question?" "What?" "Can I dance with him?" "Who?" "Your dad," said Lexi. "Just one dance. Please!" "I don't know. He doesn't really like to dance," said Emma. "I'll ask him and let you know." "Okay, thanks. Did you get a dress?" "You should see it. It's gorgeous." "What color is it?" "It's a black, strapless, Vera Wang knockoff. It fits me perfectly. I look so good in it," Emma said. "How about you?" "I bought one, but . . ." "But what? You don't like it?" "No, I love it," Lexi said. "I look so hot in it, but my dad thinks . . . he doesn't approve." "So are you going to get another dress?" "I don't know. I can't take back the one I bought, because of the alterations, and my dad doesn't want to pay for another dress. I don't know what I'm going to do. My mom is trying to talk him into letting me wear the one I bought." "Did you and Conner book a room at the hotel?" "No, we were but . . ." "But what?" "Conner and I . . . we've been fighting. We haven't had sex in over two months. I keep telling him that I'm still on my period and he's so dumb he believes it." "Oh," said Emma. "I didn't know," "Don't tell anyone," Lexi said, "but I'm going to break up with him after the prom is over." "Really?" "Yeah, it's really not a big deal. He's going away for college in the fall. It was going to happen sooner or later. We both knew it." "I'm sorry to her that, I guess," said Emma. "Listen, I gotta go. We're going out to dinner to celebrate my dad's promotion." "Okay. Don't forget to ask him?" "Ask who what?" "Your dad, if he'll dance with me." "Oh, okay. Byes." "Byes." Fantasy Father Ch. 03 Emma grabbed her father's hand. "Come on, Dad, let's dance," she said. "Do we have to?" James asked. "Just one more dance," Emma begged. "Please!" "Okay, but then that's it," he said. "You're wearing your old man out." They weaved their way out onto the crowded dance floor and started slow dancing. Emma's arms were draped around her father's neck, his arms were wrapped around her waist. She was staring intently into his eyes as their bodies began rhythmically swaying in unison to the slow, seductive beat of the ballad. The prom was nearly over―dinners had been dined, pictures had been pictured, dances had been danced. Above the stage, where the cover band was playing, a long (now sagging) banner proudly proclaimed, in school colors, the prom theme, A Night to Remember. Emma began grinding up against her father―she was becoming more aggressive with every song. James either didn't seem to notice or didn't seem to mind. She leaned in close, stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. "I love you, Daddy," she whispered breathlessly into his ear. "I love you too, sweetheart," James whispered back. And then it happened; she could feel it―Emma could feel him, feel him getting hard. James realized what was happening and quickly pulled away. "Daddy needs a break, princess," he said as he escorted her back to their table. They sat down just as the current song was ending and a new one beginning. "Unchained Melody!" Lexi shouted out. "This is my favorite song. Mr. Andrews, will you dance with me?" she asked Emma's father. "Conner doesn't dance and I want to dance at least one dance at my prom before it's over." James looked over at Emma, who gave him a I-don't-know-but-I-guess-it's-okay shrug. Lexi leapt from her chair and dragged Emma's father back out onto the dance floor. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her body tightly against his. "Do you like my dress?" she asked. "Um . . . it's very nice," said James. "Do you think it's too revealing?" "Uh . . . I―" "My dad did. He made me put a bra on." Lexi leaned in and whispered in his ear, "I took it off in the limo," she said. "And my panties," she added. "You look very lovely, Lexi," James said. "Your boyfriend is a very lucky man." "Oh, Mr. Andrews, you're so sweet." Lexi gave him a kiss on his cheek. "And by the way, Conner's not my boyfriend; he's just a friend," she said. "He's gay, actually." "Oh," said James, "is that so?" "Yes, which is such a shame." "Why is that?" "Because I could really use some cock right now." "What?" said James. "Lexi, I really don't think we should be having this conversation." "It's okay," she said. "I'm nineteen. You won't get in any trouble, Mr. Andrews." "Trouble for what?" asked James. "We're only dancing." "True," said Lexi, "we're only dancing now, but in a few minutes I'll be sucking your cock." James stared at her in disbelief. "What are you talking about?" "In the Men's room," she explained, "I'll be in one of the stalls waiting for you. Meet me there in five minutes," Lexi said, then grabbed his ass before she walked away. James was still shell-shocked when he got back to their table. "Where's Emma?" he asked. "She's gone," Conner replied. "Gone?" "Yeah, she left, picked up her shoes and her purse, and left." * Emma was sitting on the couch in the hotel room suite, crying, when her father entered the room. James walked over and sat down next to her. "What's wrong, honey?" "I saw what happened," Emma said. "What do you mean?" her father asked. "I saw Lexi kissing you. I saw her grab your ass. I saw her whispering in your ear." Emma sobbed. "What did she say to you?" "Um . . . you know," said James, "just small talk." "How small?" asked Emma, wiping tears from her eyes. "What did she say?" "Lexi asked me if I liked her dress." "I can't believe they let her in wearing that slutwear," Emma said. "What did you tell her?" "I said she looked nice." "Dad!" "What?" "Why did you tell her that?" "I don't know," said James. "I guess I wanted her to feel good about herself. Conner obviously wasn't paying any attention to her." "He's always like that. What else did she say?" "She told me that Conner was just a friend and that he's gay." "What?! She is such a liar. He's not gay, Dad. I see them making out all of the time. Why did she tell you that?" "I'm getting to that part," said James. "She said he was gay and that it was a shame because she needed . . ." "Needed what?" Emma asked. "Lexi said she needed some male companionship." "What kind of companionship?" "Um . . . the kind you have with your clothes off." "She is such a slut!" said Emma. "What else?" "She mentioned that she was nineteen and that I wouldn't get in any trouble." "Trouble for what?" "She told me she was going into the Men's room and would be waiting for me in one of the stalls." "Waiting to do what?" "She wanted to give me . . . some companionship with her mouth." "She wanted to suck your cock?" asked Emma. "Yes," said James. "Come to think of it, that was how she phrased it." "What did you tell her, Dad?" Emma asked. "Did you tell her 'no'? Did you tell her that she's 'a filthy skank'?" "No," James said. "I didn't tell her anything." "Dad!" "I didn't have a chance, sweetheart." "You could have least shook your head no." "To be honest, I was so stunned by what she said. I didn't know how to respond." "She doesn't even like to suck cock," said Emma. "How do you know that?" asked James. "She told me." "Then why did she―" "She has a sex crush on you," Emma said. "She told me that too." "Really?" Emma nodded. "Lexi thinks you're hot. She gets wet just being around you." "Wow!" said James. "I never would have imagined." "How could you do this, Daddy?" Emma started to cry again. "On my prom night!" "Sweetie, I didn't do anything." "You let her kiss you and grab your ass." "I didn't know she was going to do those things. I should have never danced with her. It was a mistake. I didn't know you would get so upset. I'm sorry, honey." Her father reached over, extended his arms, and they embraced. "It's over, sweetie, nothing happened. Let's put this behind us," he said as he hugged her. "It's been a wonderful night; let's not let your friend's behavior ruin it, okay?" "Okay, Daddy. I'm sorry for getting so upset," Emma said and then started to laugh. "What's so funny?" her father asked. "I was just wondering if Lexi was still in the Men's room waiting for you?" "I can go check, if you like." "Don't you dare!" said Emma. "Would you like some champagne?" her father asked. "Yes, but I want to get out of my dress first. Can you unzip me?" James pulled down the zipper of his daughter's tight-fitting dress, then stood up. "I'll go get some ice for the champagne bucket while you're changing." "Daddy," Emma said. "Yes, honey?" James turned and got a glimpse of his daughter before he could look away―her dress was on the floor; she was standing there, wearing only her panties and a strapless bra. "I love you," his daughter said. "I love you too, sweetie," he replied. "Now, why don't you put some clothes on. I'll be right back." "Okay." * Emma was sitting on the edge of the bed when James returned to the room. He nearly dropped the ice bucket, that he was carrying, when he saw what his daughter was wearing: a sheer black negligee top, with matching see-through lace panties. "Emma?" "Yes, Daddy?" "Why are you dressed like that?" "Like what?" Emma asked. "I always wear a top and my panties when I go to bed." "You normally wear that kind of underwear?" her father asked. "No, but tonight is special," Emma said. "I wanted to wear something special. Do you like it?" She stood up and pirouetted around in front of him. "It's . . . um . . . I don't know," her father said. "Don't you have something else you can put on?" "You don't like it, Daddy?" "It's not that. It's just . . . I don't know if it's appropriate." "I didn't bring anything else to wear," Emma said. "I can take them off if you want me to?" "No!" said James. "Don't do that." "What about you?" "What about me?" "Don't you want to slip into something more comfortable?" said Emma. "Or are you going to sleep in your suit?" James loosened his necktie. "Yeah, I guess it's time I ditched this monkey suit." He picked up his weekender bag and headed into the bathroom. A few minutes later, he returned wearing the plush terrycloth robe that he had found in the bathroom. James hung his suit up in the closet and sat down on the couch next to Emma, who was finishing off a glass of champagne. "You didn't bring any pajamas?" asked Emma. "No," James admitted. "I forgot. I don't usually wear anything to bed." Emma held back a grin and poured them each a glass of the bubbly. "Tell me about your prom night, Daddy. What was it like?" "Well, much like you," her father began, "I wasn't dating anyone at the time and didn't have anyone to go with. "There was this one girl that I liked, obsessed with is a more accurate way of describing it. She was the most beautiful girl in our high school. The most beautiful girl I had ever seen, but she was way, way, way out of my league. I was resigned to not attending the prom, but Mom (your grandma) was very persistent. She finally talked me into going to The Last Chance Dance." "What's that?" asked Emma as she finished off her glass. "It was a dance for people who needed to find a date for the prom," explained James. "I didn't want to go, but Mom talked me into it." "What was it like?" James laughed. "A collection of misfits. That's probably the best way to describe it. I wanted to leave as soon as I got there, but . . ." "But what?" Emma asked. "But then I saw her." "Who?" "The girl that I was in love with. The girl that I adored. The girl that I couldn't stop thinking about," said James. "She was standing alone in a corner. A light was shining down upon her from above, like a beacon from the heavens. "She glanced at me and then quickly looked away. "I couldn't believe she was there. I had no idea why." James took a sip of champagne. "But what I did know, was that I would probably never see her again, and however unlikely it was, it was my one and only chance. I had to try. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I steeled my nerves and walked over to her. 'I . . . um . . . would you like―' I stammered. "'Yes,' she said. 'Yes, I would,' not allowing me to finish my sentence. She handed me a slip of paper that she had been holding in her hand. 'Here's my address and my phone number. The prom starts at eight. You can pick me up at seven thirty.' "'Okay,' I replied nervously. "'If anything changes, call me,' she said and then turned and walked away." "What happened next?" asked Emma, while she filled their glasses again. "On prom night, I drove to her house in the old man's Delta 88. I felt like a king―at least for one night. "I rang the doorbell. Her father answered. 'Yeah, what do you want?' he said to me. "'Um . . . Hi, sir,' I said. 'I'm here to pick up Alicia.' "'For what?' he asked. "'The prom.' "'Oh, right,'" he said. 'She ain't ready yet. Wait here. She'll be out in a minute.' "'Oh, okay,' I said to him as he was closing the door in my face. "I stood on the porch waiting, worrying, and wondering what I had gotten myself into. "Alicia finally appeared, looking more beautiful than I ever could have imagined. "'Hi,' she said. "'Hi,' I said back. 'You look very pretty.' "'Thanks,' she said. "'I . . . Um . . . I got you a corsage.' I said. "'That's very nice of you,' she said. 'Thank you.' "'You're welcome,' I said. "'Well?' she said. "'Well what?' I asked. "'The guy is supposed to pin it on his date,' Alicia said. 'It's tradition.' "'Oh, right,' I said and then nervously tried to pin the flowers onto her dress. "'Ouch!' she screamed out. 'What's wrong with you?' "Oh my God, I'm so sorry." "'Here, let me do it.' "We drove in silence to the hotel where the prom was being held." "What happened at the prom?" Emma asked. "Not much. I had no idea why we were there together. I figured Alicia just wanted to go to her prom, and I was the most convenient and disposable date she could find. "We spent the night dancing―at a respectable distance apart, barely speaking to one another. And then I took her home." Emma refilled their glasses. "What happened then?" "When we got back to her house, the porch light was on, but the rest of the house was dark. "We stood in awkward silence on the doorstep until she finally said, 'I had a really nice time.' "'Me too,' I agreed. "I was about to turn and leave when she spoke. 'Well?' Alicia said. "'Well what?' I asked. "'A girl deserves a kiss on her prom night,' she said, and then she closed her eyes. "I leaned in and kissed her, softly at first, but soon my lips and tongue matched the passion of hers. We ended up making love in the darkened living room of her parents house―absolute amateurs, but that didn't stop us." "Whatever happened to the girl?" asked Emma. "I married her," James said. "That's how I met your mother." "But Mom's name is Maria." "She used to go by her middle name back then, because her older cousin was also named Maria." "Wow, that's such a beautiful story, Dad," Emma said. "How come you never told it to me before?" "You never asked." Emma set her glass down on the table and climbed onto her father's lap, straddling him. She put her arms around his neck and said, "Well?" "Well what?" "A girl deserves a kiss on her prom night." James leaned forward and gave his daughter a soft, gentle kiss on her lips. Emma responded in kind, but with a urgent, unbridled desire. James pulled away. "Sweetie, let's not get carried away here." "Why not?" asked Emma. "I want to get carried away." "I . . . I don't understand," her father said. "I love you, Daddy." "I love you too, sweetheart," he said. "You know that." "Yes, I know you do, Daddy," his daughter said, "and that's why I want to share our love." "What do you mean, honey?" "I mean . . ." Emma struggled to find the right words. "I want . . ." "What?" her father asked. "What is it that you want?" Emma took a deep breath before she poured her heart out to him. "I want to share our love. I want us to be intimate. I want us to take our love to the next level. I want us to kiss, to touch, to caress, to feel. "I want to feel your body against me, inside me. I want to show you how much you mean to me. I want to give you pleasure. I want you to be my one, my only, my ever." James was so stunned by his daughter's words that he wasn't sure how to respond. After a long pause, he said, "Honey, that's very sweet, but I think it's just the champagne talking." "It's not the champagne talking, Daddy. It's my heart talking." James stared at her, trying to take it all in. Emma was on the verge of tears. It took him moment before he realized the seriousness of her convictions. "We can't," he finally said. "Why not?" "Because I'm your father." "So?" "So it's not right," he said. "What would people think?" "I don't care what other people think," Emma said. "I only care about what I think, about what I feel, about how you make me feel. Besides, no one needs to find out about what we are about to do." "We're not about to do anything, Emma." "Why not? You don't want to?" his daughter asked. "You don't think I'm pretty?" "No, it's not that," said James. "You're the most beautiful creature on God's green earth." "Is it because you don't like my body?" Emma asked. "You don't think I'm sexy?" "No, it's not that either," her father said. "It's because Daddies aren't supposed to think about their little girls that way." "Why not?" Emma started sobbing. "You said you would do anything in the world for me, Daddy!" "Yes, but I didn't mean―" "I felt you when we were dancing, Daddy. I felt your hardness, your desire. I know what that means," Emma said. "I have the same desire. I crave what you crave." "Honey, that was a accident." "Accidents happen," Emma replied, trying to compose herself. "Yes, and they can be prevented." "True, but sometimes they can happen again." Emma started grinding her sex against his. "You're getting hard again, Daddy. I can feel it," she said. "You want this as much as I do. You can't deny it." James didn't respond―he couldn't. He was paralyzed by indecision as he struggled to make sense of the conflicting thoughts that were running through his head. "At least, let me show you how much you mean to me," Emma said as she loosened the belt of his robe, and reached down and connected with the one part of his body that had no conscience. Her slender, delicate, little hand started slowly stroking his swollen member. Emma locked eyes with his, with an assertive, confident look that surprised him. "It's okay, Daddy. No one else needs to know. It'll be our little secret, our precious little secret," she assured him. James knew they had already crossed the line. Whatever was about to happen next, he was powerless to resist. There was no turning back. A measure of guilt lingered in his mind, but it was no match for the overpowering desire that was consuming him. Emma opened up his robe and obediently got down on her knees in front of him. His precious, precocious, little girl; his innocent little angel, was now a young woman. A grown woman with needs and desires. A young woman whose lips were now stretched around his hard cock, sucking it with a determined desperation. The arousal was beyond belief, beyond anything James Andrews had ever experienced before. He watched as his daughter dutifully worked her mouth up and down on the bulbous head, and thick, hard shaft of his cock. All the time, Emma's eyes were looking up at him seeking his approval. "Honey, sweetie, you need to slow down," James told her. "You're gonna make Daddy cum." Emma pulled off of him. "I know. That's what I want. I want to make you cum. Cum for me, Daddy! Cum in my mouth!" she said, then cupped his balls with her hand and deepthroated him. The entire length of James' cock was now buried deep inside his daughter's mouth and throat. Emma's nose was pressed up against his stomach. "Jesus, Emma," he said. "How did you learn to do that?" She pulled off of him again and caught her breath. "I don't know. I guess I'm just a natural at this." Emma grinned at him before diving back onto his cock, desperate to finish him off. The forbidden, taboo nature of his innocent daughter giving him oral pleasure was driving James' arousal to heights he never could have imagined. The feelings, sensations and emotions he was experiencing were incredibly intense and overwhelming. James could feel the pressure building up inside him, and with it, the urgent need to release. He knew he couldn't hold back any longer and finally succumbed to the primal pleasure. His cock began erupting, unleashing a torrent of cum into his little girl's warm, wet mouth. Emma gladly, gratefully accepted every ounce of pleasure she was able to coax of him out. When he had finished, Emma pulled off of him, made a funny face, and shook her head a little as she swallowed. "It's not so bad." she said. James was sated and spent. He found it hard to believe that what had just happened had actually happened. It seemed too fantastic to be real. "Did I do a good job, Daddy?" Emma asked. "Oh my God, sweetie. That was amazing," her father said. "I will never, ever forget it. Now it's your turn." Fantasy Father Ch. 04 Chapter Four: Two bodies coupled as one. Two souls connected. She was lying on her back on the hotel room bed―panties soaked with arousal and anticipation. Her father peeled off her scant underwear and climbed onto the bed. Emma spread her legs apart, exposing her sex, and offering herself up to him. James began by leaving a trail of kisses up his daughter's smooth, silky, inner thighs. Starting just above her knees, Emma felt her father slowly, seductively working his way up towards her promised land. Goosebumps were goosebumping all over her body. Emma was feeling emotions, sensations and an arousal she had never felt before. It was so incredibly intense that the instant her father's tongue brushed against her delicate, pink petals, her body tensed and she exploded into orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her body. Emma was in heaven. But James Andrews wasn't finished with his little girl yet; in fact, he was only getting started. Slowly, softly, skillfully he began pleasuring his daughter with his tongue and mouth―gradually building her up towards another crushing climax. She started screaming and squirming every time her father's tongue flicked against her sensitive, swollen button. Emma's breathing was hard and fast; her heart was racing in her chest like an engine revving against the red line. James seemed to sense Emma's desperate, growing urgency, and started pushing the pleasure―paying more and more attention to her throbbing, aching, little clit. Daddy's affectionate attention was driving his little girl insane with arousal. The musky scent of her sex now permeated the air. Her moans, groans, and screams were echoing off the thick hotel room walls. Emma knew she was close; it wouldn't be long before she would be pushed over the edge and plunged once again into the delicious depths of ecstasy. Emma grew silent and her body stiffened. "Oh Daddy! Oh my God!" she screamed out as a massive orgasm sent her body into convulsions. * James was standing at the edge of the bed, wiping her pleasure off of his chin while he watched his angel slowly floating back down to earth. His arousal had returned and it didn't take Emma long to notice. "Daddy, you're hard again," his daughter said. "I wanna feel you inside me. I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me. Please!" she begged. Without apprehension or hesitation, James climbed back onto the bed and aligned his desire with hers. Emma couldn't believe this was actually happening. Her deepest desire, her wildest, most impossible fantasy was about to come true. It took James three tries before he was finally able to work the head of his cock into her pussy. Emma let out a loud, high-pitched squeal when he finally penetrated her. Slowly, gently, deliberately, James pushed into her. "Wow, honey, you're awfully tight." Lexi had told her that guys like girls who are tight, which made Emma resist the constant temptation to fuck herself with her toy. She wondered now if her plan had now backfired. "I'm sorry, Daddy." James grinned. "You don't need to apologize, sweety. Does it hurt?" The feeling she was feeling was a mixture of pleasure and pain. "A little, Daddy, but I'm okay." "You need to let me know if it's too much, alright?" "Okay. Just give me a minute to get used to it." "Take as long as you need to, sweetie," her father told her. "There isn't any rush." Emma had never felt anything as magical as this. Two bodies coupled as one. Two souls connected. Two lovers sharing their intimacy for the very first time. Emma wanted this moment, this feeling, to last forever. It was so emotional, so moving, so powerful that it drove her to tears. "Honey, what's wrong?" her father asked. "Why are you crying?" "I can't help it," Emma confessed. "I've never felt anything like this before. I love you so much, Daddy." "I love you too, honey. You mean the world to me. You know that, don't you?" "I know, Daddy, and you mean the universe to me. I can't believe this is really happening. Thank you so much, for everything. It's so incredible that you would do this for me." "Honey, you know you're not the only one I'm doing this for, right?" "I know, Daddy, and you don't know how happy that makes me feel, that you want this as much as I do." Their bodies were tightly pressed together, motionless and still. The bond between them was stronger than anything either of them had ever felt before. Inhibitions now abandoned, James began kissing his daughter again, but this time with passion and without regret. Their tongues began dancing a delicate, delicious, dance. The pain Emma was feeling was gradually fading away; what was left behind was a feeling of fullness and desire. "I'm ready, Daddy," she told him. Emma felt her father's thickness pull back and plunge back into her hungry little cunt―again and again, over and over, stretching her, filling her, fucking her. Each time her father penetrated her, Emma felt a surge of pleasure course through her body. The tempo and momentum kept building as they discovered their secret, sexual rhythm. James placed his hands on the inner part of Emma's knees, pinned them back against the bed, and started fucking his little girl harder and faster. Emma was close to coming again when her father suddenly stopped and pulled out of her. "Daddy, what's wrong?" "I don't want to cum yet, honey," he said. "Let's switch positions. Why don't you get on top and I'll let you do the work." She gave him a funny look. "Work?" "You know what I mean. Daddy needs a little break, and I want to lay back and watch you get off. Will you do that for me, sweetie?" "I'll do anything for you, Daddy." Emma straddled her father and guided his pleasure back into hers. She started riding him―grinding his hard cock, fast and deep into her warm wetness. Emma was crazed, like an animal in heat, devouring every inch of her daddy's desire. She felt her pelvic muscles tightening and started cumming on his cock. When she had finished and calmed down, her father asked, "You came again, didn't you?" Emma nodded. "You cum a lot, don't you?" "I'm sorry, Daddy. I can't help it." James laughed. "That's not something you need to be sorry about, honey. It's a good thing, a beautiful thing." "It is?" "Yes, it's wonderful that you are able to fully experience your sexuality." "Daddy, can I ask you something?" "Anything, sweetie. What is it?" "Can we do it doggie style?" she asked. "I want you to fuck me from behind and cum inside me, like in my fantasy." "Fantasy?" "It's complicated," Emma explained. "Of course, honey, if that's what you want." Emma pulled off his cock and obediently got down on her hands and knees in front of him. She let out a loud gasp when he reentered her. Her father didn't waste any time. Once again, James started fucking her hard and rough. Emma was loving every minute of it. "It feels good, Daddy," she called back to him. "Don't stop. I like it. I need it. I want it!" James was like a man possessed. He grabbed his daughter's slender hips and began to furiously pound his princess's little, pink pussy. Emma turned her head back towards him. "Cum for me, Daddy. Please!" He pushed hard one last time and held it there, buried deep inside her. Emma could feel his cock cumming inside of her and it felt amazing. Then she heard the familiar grunts she heard that very first night. The End?