4 comments/ 37290 views/ 25 favorites Oh What a Dream By: Torturedbliss_79 Part two in the making. This is my first story. Comments and criticisms very welcome. Hope you all enjoy! It was Sunday night and I couldn't wait to see him! A little about myself. My name is Amaya, and I'm 22. I stand fairly tall at 5'10" with a healthy build. I'm not fat but I have meat on my bones. Brown eyes and brown, wavy hair that easily reached my waist. 34c breasts and a nice booty to go with them on account of sports in high school. Moving on.. My parents divorced when I was young and my dad was usually away on business so it was just my mom and me for the most part. After taking a break from school for a bit and living with some friends in the city I decided it was time to come home to mom and get my life on the right path and start college. A few months into my first semester my dad had been away more than usual and I started fearing it was because he just didn't want to be around me anymore. My mom always bothered him for money and blamed it on me and with school in the works now, it only got worse. Then something great happened. I was in my room knee deep in about ten textbooks for an assignment I had been working on for weeks when my phone buzzed. It was my dad! He was letting me know he was going to be in town tonight but didn't know how long so he wanted to have dinner and maybe hang out afterward to catch up. The little girl in me was screaming. I was so excited at the idea of seeing my dad I could pass out. I tried to focus on my paper since I had a good 4 hours until my dad told me to meet him for dinner but it just wasn't going to happen. I was so ecstatic about seeing my dad I couldn't help but start getting ready. I hadn't seen my dad in almost a year and I wanted him to be pleased at how much I've grown up since then. It was a problem I had... Always wanting to please my father. To be good enough for him. I let the water glide down my body as the worry started to set in while I was trying to shower. As much as I loved seeing my dad I always hated the immediate goodbyes that followed. I tried my best to shake it off and finished up so I could choose an outfit. I've always been pretty casual. Never being one to dress up so picking out an outfit took no time at all. I decided to go with something nice but still true to my casual nature. A wavy black and white patterned skirt that went just past my knees with a white t-shirt that had a lace back. I was always blessed with my hair, rarely having to do more than brush it so here I was with more than 2 hours left before my dad was ready for dinner with nothing left to do. So back to my paper I went. Hoping to distract myself from the growing nerves racing between my mind and the pit of my stomach I dived into my paper as best I could and to my surprise it worked. Too much so actually. I snapped out of it when my phone dinged signaling I had a message from my father. "Just got to the restaurant honey. See you soon." Crap! I got so distracted by my paper i didn't even realize I was running late. I through on my ballet flats and ran out the door. Thankfully my dad chose a restaurant that was fairly close to my house so I was only about ten minutes late. "Hi daddy, sorry I'm late I was working on a paper for class and just got into my own world." He stood up to greet me with a big hug kissing me on the cheek and said "Don't fret baby girl I'm so happy to see you." We took our seats and continued on with what turned out to be a very pleasant dinner. He told me about his travels to the California, old friends of the family he had seen along the way. Asked about school and even asked about my mother. Mind you he had a foul expression the whole time he soke of her. After a wonderful meal and quite a bit of small talk it was time to go and I began to panic. It just wasn't enough time with him. Walking out to his car I asked, "Any idea how long you're here for yet." "Not yet baby girl. Waiting to hear back from my client. If I get the answer I'm looking for tonight I could be out of here as early as the morning." He replied. "NO! You can't go so soon. I missed you so much daddy you have to stay. " I was whining now and I knew it but the thought of him leaving so soon broke my heart. "Well see how it goes baby girl. Okay." He said. With a pout on my full lips all I would say in response was "okay". Since I took a cab my father offered to take me home but looked a bit reluctant and I assumed it was because of my mother. Thankfully she had been out of town chasing down a new victim on some island in the Bahamas so his frown turned upside down pretty quickly. As he was helping me into his fairly small sports car I couldn't help but feel like someone was staring at my ass. I tried to shake it off at first but when I noticed by fathers trousers seemed to be a bit tighter in the crotch area I couldn't help but wonder. No, it had to be my imagination. I know I've grown but come one, I'm his daughter, he'd never look at me like that... Right? I decided I wanted to test my theory a bit so as he was going around to get into the car I readjusted my breasts so my cleavage escalated a fair amount and even pinched my nipples a bit to get them hard. My nipples always got rock hard when I was turned on and I wanted to see if he would notice. Or better yet, how he would react. I finished adjusting myself just as my father slid into the driver's seat so now I just needed to find out how to get his attention to my breasts. Then I saw it, a bottle of water in the cup holder. I knew this car was fairly loud when it started and if I timed it perfectly this would certainly get my father to look and there's no way he wouldn't be able to resist a good hard look. I grabbed the bottle and asked if I could have a sip. He shrugged his shoulders as he reached for the ignition so I quickly opened the top and held the bottle to my lips as I waited for the motor to kick on. When it did I pretended to be startled and jumped, spilling almost half the bottle onto my white shirt. My father went frantic apologizing for startling me and looking for things to help dry me off and before he could realize what he was doing he was patting down my supple breasts with some napkins. Soon though, he realized what he was doing and who he was doing it to and pulled his hands away, but not his eyes. I looked down and between my white shirt and white bra, the outline if my brown areola was clearly visible, and my nipple stood out like an eraser on a pencil. As I suspected my dad was practically hypnotized by them. Staring with his mouth open until a family walking to their car passed by us and broke his gaze. "I'm so sorry baby girl, let's get you home." Was all he managed to croak out. I was in a daze on the way home as we drove in complete silence. I didn't know what to think. Was it my dad's gaze I felt on my ass getting into the car? Could I have imagined the strain in his pants or the way he stared so intently at my tits? And why was all of this making the pit of my stomach get that warm feeling you get when you're really turned on? I was going crazy. That's the only rational explanation. I was so deep in thought I didn't even realize we had pulled into the driveway of my house. "Do you want to come in for a bit daddy? Please? Mom is gone and I'd love to watch a movie or something and catch up some more." I pleaded. My dad still seemed pretty distracted but as soon as he saw how much this meant to me he finally smiled and said, "lead the way, but only if you make me your special cheesy popcorn." After coming to the conclusion that I had gone completely crazy in the car and my lack of luck in the bedroom lately didn't help matters I was ready to whip up some popcorn and snuggle up on the couch with my dad for a movie. That was until about 20 minutes later when my eyelids felt like weights and I started dozing off with my legs resting on my dad's lap. My father noticed me nodding off and offered to leave but I refused telling him how much just being near him meant to me. So he merely smiled and put his hands on my legs getting more comfortable. I must have given in an fallen asleep cause the next thing I remember is my dad gripping my foot and whispering my name... "Amaya? Are you sleeping?" There was something in his voice, something that told me he knew I was asleep but was testing me to see if I would wake up. Realizing this that familiar warmth in my stomach returned and I pretended I was still asleep. Despite my pounding heart and the sweat gathering on my palms. "Amaya, sweetie did you fall asleep on your daddy?" Deciding I was asleep and was going to stay that way, I could feel my dad's hands start to caress my legs softly. Starting at my ankles and my calves, he started to slowly work his way up. My calves to my knees, my knees to my thighs. So slowly from my thighs to my inner thighs, pushing my skirt up gently as he goes. As goosebumps for all over my body I hear him whisper, "That's right baby girl. I knew it was daddy you were moaning for in your dreams. Dumping water all over your tits for me then having wet dreams about me... What's a poor old man to do with a sexy little body like your sprawled out for me like an offering?" I couldn't believe it! First of all apparently I wasn't crazy. Second of all scratch that. I must be crazy because the next thing I know a moan slips out. I'm enjoying this! My father working his way between my legs and the wetness between them is growing! He slows down just before he reaches my aching center and gently begins massaging my inner thighs. I can hear my heart pounding in my ears, my breath is ragged and my hips are beginning to roll as my body is begging for him to move closer. "God baby girl how you've grown. I can smell your sex already and it smells so sweet. I don't know if I can resist taking what I've wanted for so long. My sweet baby girl. I know that pussy is tight and built just for me. I want to split that little pussy of yours open baby girl." He gently lifts my legs off of him still trying not to wake me as be slides off the couch and onto the floor. Quickly, he replaces his hands to my inner thighs massaging again until finally, painfully slow, he works his was to the ends of my legs. To the soaking center of my sex and as he takes one finger and traces the outline of where my lips meet I almost come apart. Before I can't stop myself the silence is broken by me moaning, begging daddy to touch me again. His hand freezes and I can feel his body tense. Shit! He knows I'm awake. I turn to face him and see the terror in his eyes as he quickly snaps his hand away. "It's not what you think, I can explain!" He starts. I put a finger to his lips to stop him. "It's okay.." Is all I say before I grab his hand and shove it back between my legs. Oh What a Dream Ch. 02 "It's okay daddy. I want it. I want you. Please don't stop daddy." I began moving my father's hand between my legs, throwing my head back in ecstasy. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I could tell by the look in daddy's eyes, he wasn't sure he should continue on. Pulling his hand up my body, across my chest and to my mouth, I slipped a finger between my full lips and began to slowly twirl my tongue around it, sucking as I pulled it out. The pained look on my father's face showed just how much his resistance was slipping away. But still he spoke, "I can't do this baby girl. You're my daughter. It isn't right. I'm so sorry. I never should have touched you like that." My dad started to move, he was leaving. I couldn't let that happen. He wanted this. I knew he did! I had to do something And I had to do it fast. As he began to walk away I wrapped my arms around him, hands placed firmly in his chest, and began whispering in his ear. "You know you want this. You'll never be able to look at me again without thinking of the wetness YOU caused between my legs, daddy. You will hate yourself for not taking this chance. For not discovering what it feels like to burry yourself into the warmth of my sex, daddy. Please don't leave. Stay. If not for yourself, stay for me. I'm about to explode. Please daddy just get me to cum." I was historical now. I needed to cum. I didn't know how far I was prepared to take this but if the fire burning it's way through my body wasn't satisfied soon, I was sure I'd burst. "Please daddy, we don't have to do anything you don't want to but I need to cum and I want you to make me. I want my daddy to hear me scream in pleasure. Daddy I want-" His hands were on mine now. Moving them slowly from his chest, down his stomach, to the bulge in his pants. Oh my god, it was huge. Wrapping my had around his shaft best I could through his pants, I began to shake. He gripped my wrists and turned to face me. "You want you daddy to make you cum? Here are the rules. You do what I say, when I say it, no questions asked. If you question me or defy me, you will be punished. Do you understand?" His words had my head rolling back and the wetness between my legs was unbearable. I nodded. Before I could blink he had his hand on my chin, squeezing to be sure I was looking him in the eyes. "Look you little slut. You will talk to me with respect. Do you understand me? I tell you to do something, you don't simply nod. You answer me with respect. You didn't know the rules so I will let it slide this time but from now on you respond to my orders with 'Yes daddy'. Is that understood?" I began to nod but stopped. "Yes daddy." "That's a good girl. Now get to your knees, slut." "Yes daddy." I dropped to my knees. Surprisingly, it was difficult to do. I was shaking almost hysterically. I had never been talked to like that before and for some reason I loved it! My stomach was flipping, my sex was on life, my clit was throbbing, my hands were shaking and I was about to suck my own fathers cock. All I could think was, I must be dreaming. My father walked closer to me, making his bulge eye level with me. Looking up and making eye contact with him, she simply nodded. Giving me all the approval I needed. I placed my hands on his legs, about mid calf, and slowly slid them higher. Ever so gently, I grazed his thighs. As I got to his belt, I stopped breathing, while his breath hitched. I worked off his belt, untucked his shirt and unbuttoned his trousers as he slid off his cost and began unbuttoning his shirt. As he and I worked together to get him naked, with the exception of his boxers, I looked his body over appreciating the way he took care of himself. At 45, he was doing quite well. He had very little salt and pepper sprinkled throughout his dark brown hair and he always had it styled perfectly with a little tousled look. He stood tall at 6'4" and his body was still amazingly tight. The hair on his chest and body was minimal, with a slight patch on his chest and a very handsome happy trail leading to the destination that had my mouth watering. The bulge in his boxers was more than impressive and as I lifted their hem and slid them over and down his legs, I couldn't help but moan in anticipation. As he kicked his boxers away I lifted my hand to finally feel the thickness of his cock between my fingers. Just as I felt my finger times graze the ever so soft skin of his shaft, my father slapped my hand away. I jumped back in surprise and looked at him. "How dare you touch me without permission slut! You will pay for that! Open your mouth and close your eyes.. NOW!" He shouted at me taking hold of my hair. I was scared. Deep down I knew my father would never hurt me but I was his sexual object ready to be exploited now. I had never been in a position of such submission before. It frightened me but still in the pit of my stomach I eagerly awaited what was coming to me as I did what he said. When my mouth was open wide enough to his liking, he wrapped his hand tighter around my hair and pulled me to his cock, shoving it into my mouth and down my throat. My eyes immediately filled with tears as I began choking and trying but failing to breathe. He held me there for what seemed like forever and I knew if he didn't let off soon I would either throw up all over both of us, or pass out from lack of oxygen. I must have passed out because when I came to, I was completely naked with each limb tied to opposite posts on my bed. Then I saw him. "It's about time you woke up my little slut. I was starting to worry I would have to take what I wanted from you without you knowing. That wouldn't be any fun now would it?" "No daddy. I'm sorry I fainted." "You're a lucky little slut today. Normally you would need to earn certain things from me by obeying my orders correctly. But as soon as I smelled that sweet little cunt of yours I couldn't wait to shove my tongue inside of you and drink your juices until I'm satisfied. So what do you say to my graciousness slut?" "Thank you daddy! Thank you very much." My father looked at me with a hunger in his eyes. Like an animal waiting to pounce on his prey. He settled in between my legs and took a deep breath digging his nails into my thighs. He lowered his head painfully slow and as I began to feel his breath tickling the skin of my sex, I began rocking my hips, trying to get them closer to the caress of his mouth. Needing to take complete control, he slid his arms under my legs, placing his hands on my hips and holding me down. Then his mouth was on me. Soft at first, he planted gentle kisses around the lips of my sex. And when I felt the wetness of his tongue separate my lips and glide across my opening I felt my orgasm build to its peak just waiting for its final push. As my father's tongue moved higher finally reaching its destination, swirling around the pearl of my sex, pushing me off the ledge of ecstasy and into the best orgasm I've ever experienced. When I came to, my father was holding onto his 9", very thick cock, holding it at my opening waiting to push it inside of me. As our eyes met, he smiled. "Tell me you want it baby girl. Tell me you want daddy's cock." "Yes daddy, I want it." The look in his eyes grew darker and he spread the lips of my sex apart and slapped my pussy. "You say it you little slut. You tell me exactly what you want!" "Yes daddy! I want you. I want your cock inside of me daddy." "Beg for it little slut. Beg for this cock." "Please daddy! Please let your little slut feel that big, fat cock filling her up. I want it daddy. I want you to make me scream with that cock. Please daddy. Please!" In one hard thrust, he sank his cock into me. I had never felt so full in my life. The way he fit into me was unbelievable, like his cock was meant for me. With every thrust he pushed me closer to another orgasm. "Does my little slut want to get fucked? Do you want me to punish that pussy for turning you into the dirty little whore that you are?" "Oh god yes daddy please. I want you to fuck me so hard. Pound your little sluts pussy." And he did. With every thrust it was a beautiful mixture of pleasure and pain. I was getting close to cumming again and I was fighting it best I could. Building up the strength of my orgasm. And as I felt his shaft getting thicker and thicker as him orgasm began to close in on us I lost it. The way I came undone was magnificent. An explosion set off within me. Starting in the pit of my stomach it spread throughout my entire body. From my fingertips to the tips of my toes, I came undone. I could feel myself tighten around him and as my fathers hands tightened on my thighs I felt the first spurt of cum shoot within me. My father continued shooting his load inside of me and with both of us shaking, working to catch our breaths, he collapsed on top of me. "God baby girl, that was amazing. That pussy of yours is going to get me into trouble. Not to mention that ass. Tomorrow night. That ass is mine. Do you understand?" "Tomorrow? That means you're staying?! How long?" "Well my little slut, I may just have to make this my new home office. That way you can serve me whenever I please... Would you like that, slut?" "Oh, yes daddy. I would love it!" The end.