Literotica Lover

Summary: Daughter catches Dad and then decides she must have him.

Note 1: This is a Summer 2013 Contest Story so please vote.

Note 2: Thanks to MAB7991 for editing this quickly when time was running out.

Summer with Dad

Mom and dad divorced when I was in my senior year of high school; I was old enough to understand that they were really only staying together for me. I was also old enough to understand it had nothing to do with me...they just fell out of love with each other.

It should have been obvious; seriously, I can't even fathom how they ever fell in love with each other. They are polar opposites. It is a miracle they ever got together in the first place.

The only thing they seemed to have in common is that they are both ridiculously attractive for their age and they have me.

That said their differences are numerous.

Mom was born into a very wealthy family in New York City, grew up with everything and followed in both her mother and father's footsteps...becoming a lawyer. She is a no nonsense prosecution lawyer for the city that spends more hours at work than she does with her family. She seldom smiles and has clearly become disillusioned with the legal system and the many loopholes if you have enough money or the right lawyer. She doesn't have a sense of humour, hates television and movies and is a neat freak.

Dad, on the other hand, was born in Hawaii and grew up living forty feet from the ocean. Dad has always been carefree and relaxed about everything...actually I never once saw him get mad or lose his temper...which drove Mom nuts. She called him emotionless which is not true; he is simply a laid-back surfer kid who never really wanted to grow up.

Dad tried, he really did. He left the only home he ever knew to move to the block buildings and smog of New York City. He took a job working with grandpa, but it was obvious he wasn't really a suit and tie type of guy.

As soon as they decided to separate, he moved back to Hawaii and was working as a bartender at a bar on the ocean. It was a simple life, the one he had sacrificed for mom and me.

The agreement was I would finish twelfth grade and then spend the summer with dad before starting school in the fall at Harvard, just like my mother had before me and three other generations of Billings.

After dad left, mom buried herself even more into her work, which I didn't think was possible, even missing the first half of my graduation, but arriving in time to hear my Valedictorian speech. Dad, of course, flew back and was on time, although rather underdressed for such a formal ceremony.

Before, I get into my real story, I should tell you a bit about myself. First off, I was always a daddy's little girl. I adored my father and this too I think drove my mother nuts. Yet, when dad left, just two weeks after I turned eighteen, I rebelled a bit. I desperately tried to get my mother's attention, but to no avail.

I kept my marks up, actually top in my class, but otherwise I did all I could to test the boundaries of my life. I got drunk for the first time (I know I was such a goody-goody I had never had more than a glass of wine until a month after my eighteenth birthday), I tried pot, got my fake id and started going clubbing.

Sexually, I was a virgin when dad left, but soon lost my virginity to the father of the girl I was babysitting; I dated a college senior for three months when I sucked my first cock and had my first threesome when he, his roommate and I got high and drunk and my inhibitions faded; I lost my anal virginity after I broke up with him and ended up in a hotel room with a mid-forties lawyer I met at a sports pub...it was also here I learned two things:

1. I only liked older men. As they:

A) Knew how to pleasure a woman unlike my college boyfriend, who never once got me off

B) Knew what they wanted and were not afraid to ask for it...or better yet order me to do it

2. I was apparently a submissive. After he shot his first load in my mouth, while he talked to me the whole time calling me his high school slut and teenage fuck toy, he ate me out and got me off bringing me an orgasm unlike any I had ever experienced. When he said, after fucking my pussy for an eternity, "It's time for my slut to take it up the ass," I didn't hesitate. I got on all fours and when he ordered me to beg to get ass fucked, my SAT vocabulary disappeared and my slut vocabulary replaced it. "Yes, baby, take my virgin asshole. Shove that big cock up my tight back door and fuck the shit out of me."

After that night, I rejected overtures from anybody still in school...unless they worked there. I fucked a few other older men, each who quickly figured out I was an obedient submissive slut willing to obey almost any order.

That also led to my first lesbian encounter when a man and his wife took me back to their house for a lengthy threesome which included my first time eating cunt, getting DP'd for the first time (albeit the cock in my cunt was a strap-on) that ended with me getting fisted for the first time.

Sadly, mom never once caught me coming home late, or the next day for that matter as she was pre-occupied with work and not me.

I should finish this ridiculously long prologue by at least telling you what I look like. I don't mean to sound like a self-centered bitch, but I come from great genes. Besides being very gifted academically, I am also a great athlete having lettered in swimming, volleyball and track. Lastly, my DNA gave me natural blonde hair, aqua blue eyes and firm 36c breasts. That said, until my slut phase, I always wore my hair in a ponytail and wore sporting attire most of the time, none that even remotely flattered my body except when I was actually playing the sport. Was I the most attractive girl in high school? No. Was I pretty close? Yes, if I would have done myself up for school like I did when I was on the prowl for a DILF (dad I'd like to fuck). At school, I still dressed conservative, really living two lives:

-by day, I was still a scholar student and state championship athlete

-by night, I had become a slutty teenager on the prowl

By the way, I found DILF's perfect. Besides the earlier things I mentioned about them knowing how to please a woman, they were not clingy like my college boyfriend, not insipid like almost all high school boys and they didn't want to date me...they just wanted to fuck me.

Finally, I am ready for the actually story I was meaning to tell...how I ended as my dad's fucktoy.

I arrived in Hawaii excited for a summer of fun in the sun, one last wild time before college started and according to mom I would have no social life. When I quipped back that's what she had now she didn't laugh, rather sighed at how I got what she considered my dad's lame sense of humour.

Now I decided to surprise dad by arriving two days early, but it was me who was in for a surprise. First, my flight which was supposed to arrive at midnight didn't land till just before two am, thus I missed surprising dad at work. By the time the taxi dropped me off at dad's beach house on the ocean it was just after three and I was wiped.

I was walking up the front steps to his rather secluded house in comatose mode when I heard voices. Jerking me awake, I listened closer and gasped as it was obvious two people were fucking.

I moved slowly, as I listened to a woman beg, "Harder, fuck me harder with that big dick of yours."

I had never watched a sex act, unless you count the Internet, and my curiosity was piqued. Strangely, it never occurred to me that maybe my dad was who the woman was begging to fuck her harder.

As I slowly crept my way around to the back, I heard an aggressive male voice say, "Beg for it, slut."

"Oh please pound my pussy with that big horse cock of yours," the woman quickly obeyed, her voice clearly hungry for a good hard fucking.

As I peeked around the corner, my mouth dropped open as I saw my dad, butt naked, fucking some young looking redhead from behind as she leaned on a tree. I stared at his tanned body and tight ass, realizing instantly why I was drawn to older men...I had daddy issues.

"How about your ass, slut?" He questioned, his big hands firmly on her hips.

She giggled, "Betty said you would want my ass and that no one can make getting ass fucked feel amazing like you can."

"I'll take that as a yes," my usually laid back dad said as he pulled out. Strangely, I wanted to see his cock, but from this angle it was impossible. Thankfully, he ordered, "Get my cock ready for that ass of yours, slut."

My dad repositioned himself so I got an amazing side view of his rock hard cock. It was massive. Way bigger than any of the men I had been with. The redhead quickly turned around and dropped to her knees taking dad's cock in her mouth and bobbing back and forth as if she was in a porno movie. She deep throated his cock and I was in awe of her ability. My hand went under my shorts and directly to my burning cunt as I watched the sexual act in front of me, suddenly wide awake. I rubbed my pussy quietly as the scene in front of me continued.

"Are you ready for a good ass fucking, my little ass slut?" My dad asked, as he pulled her up and bent her back over.

"Oh God yes, but I've never had anything as big as your snake in my ass," she said, her tone both obedient and yet cautious.

"I hear that a lot," dad chuckled, as he positioned himself behind her.

I instantly wondered what he meant by 'a lot'. I couldn't fathom dad being a player, yet I also couldn't fathom dad fucking girls half his age or being a Dom. Yet, that was what I was witnessing right in front of my eyes.

My whole body ached with need as I watched him slowly push forward and into the young redhead's ass.

"Mother fuuuucker," the redhead screamed as her ass was split by dad's long, thick cock.

"Just relax, whore, it is going to burn for a while," he said, before adding, "but when it stops you're going to get the fucking of your life."

His confident tone, his promise of sexual pleasure, had my orgasm building at an accelerated pace even as I imagined it was me he was using for his own personal enjoyment.

"Okkkkay," she whimpered, her ass obviously in some major discomfort.

"So are the rumours true," he asked, a minute later, as he began slowly moving in and out of the redhead's ass.

"Fuuuuuck yes," she moaned. "Although I didn't believe iiiit."

"But you believe it now," he said smugly as he shifted from slow strokes to faster, more aggressive ones.

"Yeeeeeeees, daddy," she screamed, in a strange mixture of pleasure and pain.

Hearing her call my daddy, daddy, pissed me off; only I got to call him daddy. My hands on my pussy, I closed my eyes and envisioned it was me bent over getting fucked by Daddy.

"Have you ever come from getting that tight ass of yours fucked?" Dad asked, as he began slamming into her his whole cock somehow fitting in her ass.

"Nooooooo," she screamed.

"Well, we better change that. Real cock sluts like you can come from a good hard ass fucking," he said rather matter-of-factly.

"I'll try," she whimpered, clearly trying to get used to dad's huge cock ravaging her.

"I wasn't asking your opinion, slut. You will come like the hungry whore you are," he said, his tone authoritative and rugged, which only turned me on more as he grabbed her hair and pulled on it. I was close to coming but slowed down my inevitable orgasm by slowing down myself pleasure so I could continue to watch my father fuck this skank.

"Okay," she agreed, her moans increasing slightly as the pain seemed to begin to fade.

"Rub that fat clit of yours, Carrie," he demanded, continuing hard deep thrusts into her.

"It's Caroline," she whimpered, although she obeyed the order, her left hand going directly between her legs as she used her right hand to balance herself against the palm tree.

"Whatever, let's stick with slut," he shrugged, clearly not in it for a relationship.

I couldn't see her face or her facial expression but such blunt words had to hurt. Yet, after a few seconds of silence, other than the slapping of bodies meeting, she said, "Call me whatever you want daddy, as long as you keep fucking me with that big cock of yours."

He chuckled as he continued to pound her from behind. Her moans getting more animated, it was obvious she was close to coming. Finally, he ordered, "Come my little girl, my little ass slut."

Hearing him call her 'my little girl' made me jealous as that endearing term was supposed to be exclusively to me.

"Oh God, I'm so close," she screamed, as she frantically rubbed herself.

"Now daddy's whore," he demanded, firmly slapping her ass so loud I could hear it.

My eyes closed, my hand again frantically rubbed myself, as I listened to his words and imagined I was daddy's whore.

"Yeeeees, harder, fuck my ass haaaaarder, oh, oh, oh, shiiiiiiit," she screamed sounding like a hyena in heat.

I almost laughed at her ridiculous babble, but instead continued the fast-paced rubbing of my clit wanting to time my orgasm with his.

He continued fucking her throughout her orgasm, which always made my orgasm more intense, until he grunted and said, "Here's your first load up that slut ass of yours."

I quickly stopped holding back my orgasm as I began spanking my clit.

"Oh yes, fill my ass with your cum," she whimpered, like the slut she obviously was.

"Aaaaaah," he grunted shooting his load in the slut's ass, simultaneously my own orgasm hit and I had to bite my lower lip to hold in screaming and alerting them I had been watching them.

A moment later, he pulled out and ordered, "Clean me off whore."

She didn't hesitate as she turned around, dropped to her knees, and devoured his cock just seconds after it had been in her ass. I had never done that before and yet would in a heartbeat if told to.

My orgasm still trembled through me as I watched the slut continue to clean dad's cock. Suddenly worried I would be caught; I slowly backed up and returned to the front.

As expected, the front door was unlocked; dad always said when I was young that he never locked his door when he lived back on the island and hated the fact that people no longer trusted each other. I put my suitcase inside and was just about to look around when I heard the back door open. I quickly fell onto a nearby couch and pretended to be asleep.

"Why is the door open?" I heard dad say a few seconds later, as I opened an eye to see I hadn't closed the door.

A second later, I saw his naked ass as he closed the door and paused seeing the suitcase.

"What the? Josie?" He questioned to himself.

My one eye barely open, I saw him turn around and see a sleeping me on the couch, his large semi-erect cock only a few feet from me.

"Oh shit," he said, quickly covering himself up and moving out of my view.

I chuckled to myself at his shift from dominant stud to embarrassed dad in seconds.

I lay there replaying the bizarre yet undeniably hot scene I had just witnessed. I was just fading into slumber when I felt a nudge. Opening my eyes, I smiled, "Hi, Dad."

"Hi, my little girl," he smiled, like he always did and like he had just used on that whore a few minutes ago.

"I'm eighteen Dad, I'm no longer a little girl," I countered.

"Well, you will always be my little girl," he said softly, my mind flashing to his fucking that floozy. After a couple of seconds, he asked, "When did you sneak in?"

He was obviously curious if I saw or heard any of his late night extracurricular activities. Relaxing him a bit, I lied, "Oh a couple hours ago I wanted to surprise you but the flight really wore me out and I just crashed on the couch the second I walked through the door." After the lie, I wondered if he had come in after work which would make my lie get caught, but I doubted it.

"Well, you definitely caught me by surprise," he said, his tone clearly sounding relieved.

"I am full of surprises," I said, hinting at all the naughty things I could let him do to me, even though he had no clue at all.

"Good to know," he laughed. "We can catch up more tomorrow. Get some sleep."

"You too, I plan to wear you out," I quipped back, this time the innuendo more direct.

He laughed, "That I look forward to."

Once he was gone, I shook my head, was I really just flirting obnoxiously with my dad? Obviously I was, but I doubted he caught on to the true meaning of my words. Why would he?

Shaking my head again and laughing at myself, I closed my eyes and indeed did quickly drift into slumber.

I was awakened to something touching my lips.

Opening my eyes, I saw a big stiff cock and heard Dad say, "If you enjoy watching a slut be used then I am sure you will really enjoy being a participant."

As I opened my mouth to speak, he shoved his long, thick cock between my mouth and began fucking my face, although thankfully slowly at first.

He explained, "I saw you watching us, your hand between your legs rubbing yourself while you watched."

My eyes went big realizing he had seen me watching him.

"Yes, I saw and if you are anything like your mother then as soon as you saw my big cock you wished it was you bent over taking it up either of those fuck holes," he continued.

My head spun with the reality that he definitely had caught on to my innuendo and had obviously knew I was watching. His slow strokes began to pick up as his balls began slapping against my chin and I had to focus on not gagging as his full cock filled my mouth unlike any other.

"Rub yourself, my daughter slut," he ordered.

I didn't hesitate as I obeyed like a good girl, a good slut, my hand sliding inside my underwear and to my surprisingly already wet cunt.

"Good girl," he said, like he had so many times before. Hearing the endearing words warned me and yet made me feel dirty as I realized the sin I was committing, albeit completely out of my control.

Wanting to be a good girl, a good cocksucker, a good slut, I focused on his piston like cock going in and out of my mouth. I had learned pretty quickly how to give an amazing blow job, it all had to do with pacing, which I currently had no control over, and saliva which I did. Although awkward in my on my back position, I slowly created the extra saliva needed to create the whirlwind sensation I had perfected.

He groaned, once I began creating the sauna sensation, "Oh my, good girl, you have been very naughty since Daddy last saw you."

I moaned on his cock in response as I rubbed myself furiously as he began really fucking face me which only made my desire to please him and come myself increase.

"Ready to swallow daddy's load, my little princess," he asked, using another of his nicknames for me.

I again moaned on his cock as my own orgasm was bubbling just below the surface and was ready to erupt any second.

"Here it comes," he groaned and seconds later I was swallowing dad's salty seed.

My own orgasm followed and hit me hard as I opened my mouth, even as the last squirt of dad's cum shot out, and screamed, "Yeeeeees daaaaaaaddy."

I jolted myself awake as I realized I was having a very realistic wet dream, my hand was in my panties, and the orgasm I dreamt was apparently real.

I looked around confused by my surroundings for a moment before last night's memories came flooding back. I looked at the clock and saw it was five-thirty in the morning; shaking my head again, I laid back down and tried to get back to sleep.

.....

The next morning, well afternoon truthfully, having woken up at 12:30, I stretched and headed to the kitchen finding a note on the dining room table which said:

Hi sweetheart,

Out surfing...just walk out the back door.

Dad

I grabbed a quick bite to eat and headed out to the ocean. Dad taught me to surf when we came to Hawaii to visit my grandfather back when I was ten. We returned a couple more times before grandfather passed away when I was sixteen. Surfing was my favourite activity with dad and also my favourite activity to do on my own. In the water it was just you and the waves and although I peed myself the first time I surfed, eventually it became the most relaxing thing I could do. My mind just shut down and I relaxed completely...reaching a serenity I never experienced when I was at home. Letting go I didn't stress about my marks, my reputation or which college I should go to. I just was there and that was enough.

I grabbed a surfboard and looked out to the waves. A dozen surfers were out enjoying the waves and there was no way to tell which was dad from here. I walked into the warm ocean, I was always amazed how warm the water was down here, and began heading towards deeper water.

A few minutes later, as I waited for a wave to ride I replayed last night in my head, as well as my eerily authentic dream. I couldn't believe how turned on I was and how I threw naughty innuendoes at dad last night. Not at all horny at the moment, both the conversation and the dream were ludicrous. I didn't really want my dad, it is just a crazy bit of my sexual awakening the past few months, mixed with missing my dad so much and, of course, seeing him in the throes of sexual depravity didn't hurt any either.

When horny though, it seemed my 180 IQ dissipated and I became a different person being controller by my libido. I wasn't proud of my hunger for sexual fulfillment or my daddy issues, but no matter how much I tried to control myself, I only ended up repeating the same cycle of sexual submission again and again.

And based on my past relationships, it suddenly became obvious I was trying to deal with dad leaving by getting an older man who would give me the attention I no longer got at home with dad gone and mom a shadow of a parent.

I concluded, just as a nice wave approached, that last night was a crazy exception to the rule and I would just pretend it never happened.

I got ready for the wave and just let go.

....

An hour later, I was back on shore and saw dad on his balcony watching me. I quivered as I pondered him looking at me in my two piece swimsuit as a woman and not his daughter. I sighed to myself as I continued to have these silly thoughts no matter how much I tried to deny them.

"Enjoy the waves?" Dad asked even though he knew the answer to the question.

"I miss them a lot," I admitted.

"I miss you a lot too," dad smiled.

"I miss you too, Dad," I said, moving to him for a hug.

He pulled me in and said, as he squeezed me deep into him, "I am so happy you are here for the summer."

"Me too," I replied. "Nice to get away from the stress of school and the obliviousness of mom."

"She's still working too much?" Dad asked, letting me go.

"Paying rent is a waste of money," I quipped, my usual sarcasm back.

"I see you haven't lost any of that quick wit of yours," he chuckled.

"I see you got a six pack since I last saw you," I joked, putting my hands on his abs. 'Dammit I am doing it again,' I thought to myself.

He laughed, "It was always there, I just didn't walk around without a shirt on too often."

I couldn't help myself as I replied, my hand tracing his abs rather in-daughterly, "No these are definitely more defined."

He laughed again, "Thanks for noticing."

"No problem," I shrugged, reluctantly moving my hand off his perfect abs.

"Want to go for a tour of the island?" He asked.

"Sure, but can I shower first?" I asked.

"Oh, I suppose," he teased, like he always did. It was obvious I got my sarcasm from him.

I leaned in, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and said, "I'm really looking forward to bonding with you dad."

"It's only been a few months," he said.

"It's been a lifetime for me and a lot has changed since then," I added, clearly unable to stop myself from flirting with my father no matter how much I told myself I wasn't going to anymore.

"I can't wait to hear everything," Dad said.

I left him with the words most fathers never want to hear, "Oh, I don't think you want to hear everything."

I smiled to myself as I returned inside and to the shower emotions again confusing me. Part of me saw him as the same old sweet, caring dad he was, while another part saw him as a sexy older man who could treat me like the submissive slut I was. Although I thought I had control of my desires, it appeared they were controlling me.

.....

The trip around the very small and beautiful island was amazing. Grandfather had lived in Maui which was amazing, but touristy. This small island was super relaxing and seemed like the last unknown island. Oh sure, there were tourists, but they were all younger it seemed. The locals all were really friendly and I instantly fell in love with this reclusive island. It was just such a liberating change from the intense rigour of my normal life.

At three, dad dropped me off at home and said, "Sorry sweetheart but you came a day early and I took the next few nights off, but not tonight."

I almost quipped, 'I did indeed come early' but I refrained, instead saying, "No worries Dad, I will find something on this retched island to pass the time."

"Funny, you brat," he said, playfully slapping my shoulder.

"I learned from the best," I quipped back.

"Touché," he laughed.

"Will I get carded if I come to your quaint establishment for a cocktail?" I asked.

"First off it is the biggest drinking establishment on the island," he disputed.

"Isn't it the only drinking establishment on the island?" I countered.

"That is beside the point we are still the biggest," he said, laughing.

"You have always been a half full type of guy," I said.

"Secondly, since when did you start drinking cocktails?" He asked, raising his eyebrow.

"Forty-five minutes after you left me with workaholic," I quipped back, still smiling.

"Ouch," he said, his hands going to his heart.

"I miss this," I laughed. "Just the two of us."

"Me too, sweetheart, me too," he smiled gently.

After he left, I went and took a nap still kind of tired from arriving so late last night. When I woke up I had a quick shower, dressed in a plaid skirt, a lace bra and orange t-shirt that should make me stand out in a crowd and after watching a bit of television until eleven, I headed to dad's work.

When I arrived there I saw dad at the bar talking to a very pretty, very well-endowed, almost naked brunette who was clearly smitten with him, her hands touching Dad's arm. Dad didn't seem to mind the attention of another woman young enough to be his daughter.

I watched from afar for five minutes surprised by the overwhelming jealousy I was feeling. As dad flirted, I didn't see him as my father anymore but as a sexy older man I suddenly, without a doubt, wanted to fuck.

Dad said something to the other bartender who just laughed and nodded. Dad hopped over the bar, wrapped his arm around the slut and led her through the kitchen. I wondered where it led. It was obvious he was going to fuck her here since he could no longer bring sluts home with me there.

Desperate to stop him from fucking the bitch, I pulled out my phone and texted him.

Daddy,

Your little girl just walked into the bar and I don't see you anywhere. Are you here?

Josie

I hoped he would get the text before he began banging the bimbo.

A minute later, I got a text back:

In the back. Be out in a couple of minutes.

Dad

I kept watching the door for Dad to come out, but after a couple of minutes of staring at the door it seemed he was going to finish his quickie first. I wondered if the slut was sucking or fucking him, both made be envious as I decided then and there I was going to get dad to fuck me.

I was distracted by a pretty brunette in her early thirties who said, "You must be James daughter."

"I must be," I smiled back.

"You look a lot like him," she smiled warmly. "My name is Tia."

"I'm Josie," I said, glancing back at the door.

Tia followed my gaze and she said, "They probably ran out of something at the bar."

"I think he's filling something up," I replied sarcastically, before realizing what I said.

She laughed, clearly understanding my implication, "He is very popular here."

"So I am learning," I said.

"May I join you?" She asked.

"Sure," I shrugged, although I would have rather been alone, there was something about her that intrigued me.

Once she moved in the booth and sat beside me, she asked, "How long you on the island for?"

"Six weeks," I answered.

"Lovely," she nodded.

Her tone was strange although I couldn't put my finger on it. "So what do you do here in this metropolitan?" I asked, trying to be polite.

She laughed, "I'm your dad's boss."

"You own this place?" I asked.

"I do," she smiled.

"Nice," I said, imagining how nice it would be to live here full time.

"Yes, it's a lot more relaxing then my last job," she said, drawing me in.

Curious, I asked, "What was your last job?"

"A lawyer in New York," she revealed.

"Wow, quite a change," I said, unable to fathom the shift from big city lawyer to island bar owner. "What led to such a dramatic location change?"

"It was too stressful and fast paced, this on the other hand is laid back and relaxing," she answered, her hand falling to my leg as she gave me a squeeze.

Before I had time to ponder if she was hitting on me or just being friendly, she said, "Oh, there's your dad."

She gave my leg one more squeeze, the meaning unclear, even though her brief touch shot a spark to my pussy, before moving her hand away.

"Hi, sweetheart," Dad said, "I see you have met Tia."

"I-I-I have," I stammered, feeling as if he had caught me in a compromising position when he, of course, hadn't.

Tia said, her hand returning to my leg, the intent this time more obvious, "Yes, she is a beautiful young lady."

"That she is," Dad concurred, oblivious that his boss was hitting on his daughter.

Her hand moved closer to my now damp pussy as she said, the innuendo obvious to me, but not to dad, "She is absolutely adorably delicious."

He laughed, agreeing to something a lot different than he meant, "Yes, she is."

My face burned red at both the innuendo and her hand slithering ever so slowly towards my cunt.

Dad said, "You are abnormally quiet."

I shrugged, trying to play it cool, yet trying to flirt back and hint at my eagerness to the sexy older woman, "I'm just enjoying the ambiance."

"You and your SAT words," he quipped.

"You and your easy to impress personality," I joked back, as her fingers moved under my skirt, still painfully too far from my burning pussy.

"You two are hilarious," Tia said, her fingers slowly moving closer and yet so far away.

"Want a tour of Tia's establishment," Dad asked.

"You and your SAT wooooords," I joked, a finger touching my pussy lips, as I silently cursed my decision to wear panties.

Dad laughed, "I guess you are wearing off on me."

The distraction of Tia's hand had me shifting from good girl to promiscuous slut as I quipped back, "I do like to wear off peeeople." My body quivered on my last word as Tia's fingers, slipped underneath my panties and made contact on my wet burning pussy.

"Is stressing the last word of your sentence something new?" He asked, his expression showing he was confused.

"So it seeeeeeems," I replied, her finger at the entrance of pleasure.

"Tour?" He asked.

Just as quickly as her finger appeared under my skirt it was gone, creating an instant emptiness and hunger.

Tia slid out from the booth, stood up, and said, "I should go cover the bar, it seems I'm short a bartender."

"Sorry, I'll be back in fifteen," Dad apologized.

"No worries," she said. "Give her a tour and then I'll show her around the beach."

My cunt tingled in anticipation of continuing where she left off. "I really look forward to it."

"Me too," she replied, smiling an all too innocent smile.

As dad gave me a brief tour, first of the outside patio, he warned, "Be careful, Tia is a predator."

"Pardon?" I asked, feigning not understanding.

He stopped and said, "She likes to turn young girls."

"Turn young girls?" I repeated in question form.

He continued, "She is a lesbian."

"Ooooooh," I said, nodding my head, before adding, "that explains her hand on my knee."

"Already?" He asked.

"I didn't think much of it at first," I said, before continuing my sudden plan to seduce my dad, "but then her hand went under my skirt."

"I can't believe it," Dad said, not really annoyed, but more amused.

"What?" I asked.

"Oh, I just thought that she would know you were off limits," he explained.

"So her finger shouldn't have been teasing my vagina while talking to you?"

"Oh my God," he gasped, clearly uncomfortable with where the conversation was going.

"Actually, she got me pretty horny," I continued, which was true.

I followed dad as he ended the brief tour in the room I earlier saw him enter with the floozy.

Dad didn't speak, clearly uncomfortable with the information just provided. I noticed a pair of blue panties on a table and wondered if those were from the girl he just assumedly fucked.

I asked, picking them up, realizing they were still wet, "Is there usually wet panties lying around?"

His face went red as he clearly tried to come up with an excuse.

I let him suffer a bit before compounding his embarrassment. "I assume these are that pretty girl's you went in here with a little while ago.

Already red, his face somehow went redder, as he realized I knew what he had just done. "Honey, it's not what you think."

"You didn't take some young barely legal slut and bang her back here?" I asked, as I moved her panties to my nose. "Hmmmm, she was definitely primed beforehand."

"Josie," he gasped again. "What has got into you?"

"Almost Tia's finger, but obviously not what you put in the slut," I said, really enjoying pushing my father, as I continued my full-scale attack on seducing him.

"J-J-Josie, I can explain," he stammered.

"Oh no need to explain, Daddy, you have needs that need to be satisfied and I assume Mom never really was one to satisfy them for you. I am guessing you are just living your wild carefree sex years you never got to because of mom and I," I said, moving closer to him trying to look sultry.

"It was never about you, sweetheart," he said, seemingly not noticing my predator approach.

"Is it about me now, Daddy?" I asked, now directly in front of him as my hand reached for his cock.

"Josie!" He gasped, but didn't move my hand away.

"Wow! It is as big as it looked last night when you were fucking that slut in the ass," I smiled coyly, revealing all I knew even as my hand remained firmly on his cock through his shorts.

"I'm so s-s-sorry," he again stammered.

"Do you want to make it up to be, Daddy?" I asked. "That dyke boss of yours got me pretty revved up."

"Josie, you're my daughter," he pointed out.

"And you are my Daddy," I said, dropping to my knees. I looked up and said, "They say incest is best, it's time to see if that is indeed the case."

Before he could respond, I fished his cock out of his shorts and took it in my mouth.

He groaned, his protest weak, "Josie, we shouldn't be doing this."

I took his cock out of my mouth and said, my tone pouty and insecure, "Am I not good enough to please you, Daddy?"

"It's not that, sweetheart," he began before I cut him off.

"Call me slut, Daddy, I want to be your slut like all those other whores," I said, before deep-throating his cock desperate to show him just how good a slut I could be.

I sensed dad was having the internal struggle between his two heads: one saying how wrong this was, the other saying how hot this was. For me it was the latter; I wanted to taste his cum, to feel him spray his seed in mouth, to be called his slut.

After a couple of minutes of silence, as I bobbed back and forth on his stiff cock, Dad finally spoke. "Faster, my slut."

I obeyed instantly, shifting from slow, deliberate teasing to fast, deep pleasing.

"You like Daddy's cock?" He asked as all this cock went in and out of my mouth.

I moaned on his cock not believing I had just seduced my father.

"Answer me with words, slut," he ordered, the exact same authoritarian tone he had used last night.

I took his cock out of my mouth, looked up from my submissive position and answered, "I love Daddy's cock. It is so long and thick, although it tastes like dirty cunt."

He laughed, "Sorry, she wouldn't take no for an answer."

"I never say no either," I smiled before taking his cock back into my mouth.

"My daughter has really grown up since I left," he said, as he pulled his cock out of my mouth, pulled me up from my knees and ordered, "Get those panties of, sluts don't wear panties."

"Yeeees, Daddy," I eagerly said, my cunt already dripping with anticipation of getting fucked.

Once I had removed my panties, he ordered, "Bend over the table."

I again obeyed as he complimented as he flipped up my plaid skirt, "Fuck you have a nice ass."

"You made it," I quipped, getting turned on by the incest taboo.

"I guess I did," he laughed, as he moved behind me.

"Are you going to fuck your slut daughter?" I asked, wanting to hear him say the words.

"I think that my daughter actually needs a spanking for turning into such a slut since I left," he said, surprising me as his hand made contact on my left ass cheek.

"Whaaaat?" I began to ask, but it turned into a scream as he spanked my bare ass.

"You obviously need some discipline you so clearly lacked at home with that mother of yours," he said as he slapped my other cheek.

"Yeeeeees, Daaaaaddy," I replied, the pain both burning and beautiful, an oxymoron I couldn't begin to understand.

"Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy?" He asked, a third slap searing my ass.

"Yes, I'll be a very obedient daughter," I replied.

"Good, now get your ass home and wait for me to finish your punishment," he ordered, giving me one last slap on my red ass.

"Yes, Daddy," I said, disappointed that the fucking I thought was about to happen was prorogued...hopefully only for a short time.

He squeezed my ass and said, his tone back to normal, "It's great to have you here Josie."

"It's great to be here," I replied, confused by the sudden shift.

"See you after work," he said, leaving me still bent over the table.

I didn't move at first as I tried to understand what just happened. I seduced my dad, I sucked his cock, I obeyed his orders, bent over the table to get fucked, got spanked instead and was now left horny as hell.

I stood up, a slight pain burned through me, as I grabbed my panties and added them to the other pair. I walked back into the bar and saw dad was already chatting with two pretty young girls. Clearly he had a reputation already. Jealousy burned through me as I stared at them.

I was distracted again by Tia who said, "He is a wanted man."

"So it seems," I concurred, turning to her.

"Want the rest of the tour?" She asked invitingly.

"Sure," I agreed, my cunt still burning and if dad wasn't going to use his hose to squelch the fire I may have to find another way. Plus, I wanted him to be jealous like I was feeling. I called to Dad, "Going out with Tia," and turned around before I could see his face.

I really didn't know what I was getting myself into going out with a woman who obviously was a lesbian and obviously had her eyes set on me, but the idea of being wanted always got me wet and I was ready for an adventure and hopefully a release for my needy cunt.

Surprisingly, over the next half hour she actually showed me around the small downtown strip, introduced me to a couple dozen people, and showed me the best place to see the sun set. Although the sun had long set, she brought me to this very secluded spot.

She smiled as she took my hands, "You have the exact same eyes as your father."

I blushed, knowing that was a compliment because dad's eyes pulled you into him with sincerity and sweetness. "Thanks," I replied, shivering slightly as the breeze hit me.

"You are cold, my dear," she said, moving closer to me, "there is one way to warm you up."

Then her lips were on mine, her breasts crushed against mine and her hands wrapped around me. I melted into her as her tongue slipped into my mouth and we both started exploring each other slowly, neither in a hurry. The kiss lasted a while, neither of us in a hurry to progress any further. After a few minutes of raw, rough sex with my dad, this soft intimacy was a surprisingly pleasant change. As much as I enjoyed being fucked hard, verbally assaulted and dominated, I was completely drawn into this soft, gentle seduction.

When she broke the kiss, she looked into my eyes, "You are a lost girl, aren't you my dear?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, surprised by her words.

"You spend so much time trying to be the best at school, that you really don't know who you are," she smiled so softly, "inside...the real you."

'The real me?' I thought to myself. Of course, she was correct and it was why I had moved from man to man over the past few months trying to find myself and to avoid the obviously longing I had for my now gone father.

Tears began to form as I said, "I really miss my dad."

"As you should, he is a wonderful man," she said, squeezing my hands softly.

Although the moment was tender and sweet, it was my dad's cock that popped into my head. "He was always my rock," I replied, the innuendo to the rock hard cock in my mouth way to vague for her to catch, but saying it was exhilarating to me.

"He still can be," she said, kissing my cheek.

"Oh, I hope so," I said, his cock now the only thing in my head, wishing it was here right now.

"Let him know exactly what you want, my dear," she said, kissing my other cheek.

"That is advice I plan to take to heart," I again agreed, us having two completely different conversations.

"I want to taste you," she whispered, as her mouth went to my ear.

"I want you to taste me," I whimpered back, my ear being one of my weak spots.

"Lay down in the sand, my dear," she instructed gently.

"Okay," I nodded, my mind clouded and my pussy wet by her soft breath and intent.

I lay down on the sand, and watched as she lowered herself and joined me. "I don't bring many people up here," she said, as she kissed my neck.

"Why me?" I asked, unsure why she hit on me so quickly.

"I could just tell you needed some motherly attention," she responded, as she lifted my shirt over my head.

As she kissed between my breasts, I trembled, while asking playfully, "Is this how you give your daughter attention?"

"Of course, my dear, Bethany's first orgasms came from these fingers," she said, as they traced the top of my bra, "and these lips," she continued as she leaned in and kissed me on the lips again.

"Oh my," I gasped, her touch causing euphoria throughout my body.

"Don't you want to fuck your dad?" She asked, her knee now putting pressure on my cunt.

"Whhhhhat?" I asked, shocked by the question.

"It's pretty obvious, my dear," she purred.

"H-h-how?" I stammered, as she splattered my neck with kisses all the while slightly moving her knee in a circular motion.

"The way you were jealous of the younger girl, as well as the look in your eyes," she whispered, before adding, "Plus watching you suck his cock made my hypothesis rather correct."

"What?" I asked, my eyes suddenly going big.

"Even your daddy doesn't know I have a camera in that room. I put it in a few months ago for insurance purposes." she explained, before adding, "It was am investment well worth it."

She kissed me softly again as my head spun at the knowledge she knew of dad's and my incest activity. Trying to protect him, I pleaded, "Please don't fire him, it was all me."

"That's not what the video shows," she smiled, as she somehow unclasped my bra, before continuing, "Plus I just told you I have sex with my daughter. I am not going to fire him, he is my best bartender and clientele is up almost fifty percent since he showed up."

I sighed in relief even though I was still mortified she knew I had sucked Dad's cock, although I was intrigued that she had sex with her daughter. "How old is your daughter?" I asked.

"Nineteen," she said. "You two will get along lovely when she gets back into town in a couple of days."

I couldn't tell if she meant as friends or sex partners, but as she took my breast in her mouth I didn't really care either way.

After a minute of making love to my left breast with her lips and tongue, she said, as she moved to my feeling neglected right breast, "I originally just planned to tease your dad by flirting with you, but you are so adorably cute, that I had to have you."

"I'm yours," I moaned, as she gently bit my nipple.

"I know you are, my dear," she said, giving my nipple a firm tug.

I just closed my eyes and allowed her to make love to my body. Each touch kindled my already burning inferno of lust and caused me to fall deeper under her spell.

Finally, she asked, "Have you ever been with a woman before?"

I admittedly my one very submissive time. "Only once when a married couple picked me up and I pleased both of them."

"You're submissive are you?" she smiled.

"I can't explain it but pleasing others sexually turns me on so much," I admitted.

"I understand, it is your body and mind overcompensating for your high stress life," she said, as she pulled my skirt off. "You really are beautiful, Josie."

I had heard men say it, but always with the intent of bedding me, hearing her say it I believed her and I felt my sexual self-worth raise. "Thank you," I whispered.

"Did you eat her pussy?" She asked, as she slowly slithered my panties down my legs.

"Yes and she fucked me with a strap-on while her husband fucked my ass," I admitted, somehow wanting to impress her.

"Did she eat you in return?" She asked, her body between my legs.

"No," I admitted, that night being about the married couple's pleasure and not mine. "Actually, truth be told I never got off that night."

"Well I won't let that happen again," she said, as she repositioned herself between my legs.

My body trembled with anticipation.

She looked at me from between my legs, and said, "I am about to blow your mind, my dear. There is no better orgasm in the universe than one from another woman."

"Kkkkkk," I weakly replied, as her hot breath so close to my cunt had me desperate to feel more.

"What do you want me to do?" She asked.

I didn't hesitate as I begged, "Please eat my pussy, I need it so bad."

"Did your Daddy get you horny?" She asked, her tongue gently touching my pussy lips.

"Both of you, dammit," I replied, my frustration at the teasing driving me crazy.

"Do you want to fuck your Daddy?" She asked, her tongue tracing my wet pussy lips.

"Yes, I want to be my Daddy's slut," I admitted, wishing he was here to hear my declaration.

"And my slut too?" She asked, suddenly sucking my clit between her lips.

"God, yeeeeeees," I screamed, thankful we were in a very secluded location, the sudden pressure on my clit making my legs twitch.

Just as suddenly she let go of my clit and said, "Just lay back and enjoy, my dear, I am about to take you places you can't even imagine."

"Kkkkk," I whimpered, letting go completely to her touch.

I don't know how long she was between legs, it seed like an eternity as she would build my orgasm to volcanic eruption and then stop allowing it to simmer back down. I was a sexual yoyo as she brought me back and forth so close to sexual euphoria I could taste it and yet couldn't swallow it.

My body dying for eruption, I begged, "Please, Tia, I need to come so baaaaaaaaad."

"Tell me what you want your daddy to do to you," she instructed, as two fingers parted my wetness and easily slipped inside.

"Oooooooh, I want to suck his cock," I began, as she began exploring inside my cunt. "I want to be fucked hard and made into his sex peeeeeeet," I continued as my orgasm again began bubbling to a near explosion. "I want to taste his cum, to feel him cum inside my cunt and be used as his personal daughter cum buuuuuuucket," I screamed as she found my g-spot, and I came instantly, my hot lava flowing out of me like a dormant volcano.

It was easily the most intense orgasm of my life as the pleasure continued to course through me over and over again. No one had ever found my g-spot, no one had actually even looked for it, and I had to agree with Tia that only a woman knows exactly how to touch another woman.

All good things come to an end, both literally and figuratively, and so did this as Tia pulled her fingers out of me. "You taste as good as you look, my dear."

"I'll take that as a compliment," I smiled.

"Oh, that it was," she smiled back, as she stood up, straddled my head and lowered herself onto my face. Her skirt easily widened and I was soon staring at her panty less pussy.

I didn't need encouragement as I leaned up slightly, extended my tongue and began licking.

"Good girl," Tia moaned, after a couple of minutes of hungry exploring. "You are a very quick learner."

The compliment turned me on knowing I was giving her pleasure was the ultimate high. I parted her wet lips, widening them with my tongue. I tried to make my tongue a small cock as I tried to get inside her.

"Oooh, you naughty little girl," she moaned, again making me even more eager to please her.

A couple of minutes later I moved my head up more and sucked her clit between my lips. I wanted to finger her, to find her g-spot like she had mine, but I was handcuffed in my current position.

"That's it, my dear," she moaned, "get Mommy off."

The incest reference made it hotter, the thought that I would soon fuck my dad, I surprised her by quickly moving her off me and onto her back.

She laughed, "Aren't you an aggressive little one."

I buried my face between her legs and slid two fingers easily into her wetness.

"Oh yes, finger fuck me, you little slut," she moaned, her own breathing escalating.

I pumped her cunt while sucking on her clit which had her getting more and more animated.

"Oh yes, doooooon't stoooop," she moaned, her orgasm on the brink.

But I wanted to find her g-spot, so even as I sucked and nibbled on her swollen clit I searched for the great unknown.

Sensing my intent, she pleaded, "To the left, my dear, to the leeeeeeeeeeeeeft."

Finding it, I tapped on it, and her orgasm flooded out of her and onto my lips. I was instantly addicted to her heavenly sweetness as I lapped up her cum.

Like mine, her orgasm seemed to last an eternity as her moans continued although slowly subsided over time.

Finally, she sat up and said, "Well, that was amazing."

"As were you," I smiled.

"You look absolutely adorable covered in my cunt juice," she smiled back.

"Does it bring out my eyes?" I joked.

"Indeed it does," she laughed, as she pulled me towards her and we kissed again.

Breaking the kiss, she said, "Damn I taste good."

"No argument here," I smiled.

She pulled me into her arms and I just laid there looking up at the stars allowing my brain and body to just be.

.....

Twenty minutes later, give or take time being rather irrelevant at the moment, we were walking back towards the bar.

We chatted about my future as if nothing sexual had just transpired. Tia was so warm and caring that it felt like I had known her forever.

Back at the bar, remembering instantly dad's order, I excused myself feigning exhaustion and headed back home, after agreeing to meet her daughter in a couple of days.

Once home, a sudden anxiety hit me. No longer letting my libido rule me having come rather gloriously from Tia's tongue, I realized what I had done, what a can of worms I had opened up. I couldn't believe that I had actually been so sexually aggressive with my father. I had come onto him; I had sucked his cock; I had bent over and let him spank me. OMG!!! Yet, as the images of earlier this evening played in my head, my pussy began to tingle once again.

The clock seemed to be moving in slow motion. For the next couple of hours my mind was a mess. Was my Dad really going to come home and fuck me?

Finally, I heard the front door open...I took a deep breath and waited.

"Josie," he called out, "are you still awake?"

"Yes, Daddy," I called back, as I headed from my bedroom to meet him.

"So, we need to talk," he started, once we were both in the living room.

"Okay, Daddy," I agreed, continuing to keep my tone submissive and obedient.

"What happened earlier, that was a mistake," he began.

"What was?" I asked, playing innocent.

"You know what," he said, clearly uncomfortable talking about it.

Realizing I was going to have to up the ante to get what I wanted, I said, "Did you know that Tia and her daughter have sex."

"What?" He asked.

"Tia told me all about it on her late night tour after also telling me about the camera she has placed in that office room," I revealed.

"Oh God," he said, clearly stressed by this new information.

"She made me say those exact words tonight," I smiled flirtatiously.

"Josie," he said, as I continued to pile on the too much information card.

"Dad," I said, taking his hands. "Since you left I have desperately tried to fill the hollow part in my heart when you left. I have made a lot of bad choices trying to replace you Daddy. But when I saw you with that girl yesterday, and when I saw you go into that room with that girl, I felt extremely jealous, until I realized you too are lost."

"Oh sweetheart," he said, tears willing up into his eyes.

"I realize Daddy that incest is considered wrong, illegal and there are probably another million reasons why what I'm about to suggest is a terrible idea. Yet none of those seem to trump the underlying feeling I am feeling right now. I love you, Daddy."

"I love you too, angel," he replied, both of us now freely allowing the tears to fall.

"And it seems obvious to me that what I have been searching for is you and I think that this wild man party guy you have become is mostly you looking for me," I said, as I leaned in and kissed him.

I was worried he wouldn't kiss me back, but he did. At first, the kiss was tense and slightly awkward as we tried to separate dad and daughter from potential lovers, but as the kiss continued it shifted to tongue exploration, hands groping and increased breathing. Again, like in that room the label of dad and daughter disappeared and was replaced with a man and a woman in lust.

Eventually his hands were firmly on my ass and my right hand squeezed between us and grasped firmly onto his very hard cock.

"Josie," he whimpered in my mouth.

"Yes, Daddy," I asked coyly.

"You really want this?" He asked sincerely, backing up a bit and looking seriously into my eyes.

"More than anything," I smiled back, my fingers tracing his pulsing erection.

"Fish out Daddy's cock, little girl, you've got it all awkwardly positioned in my pants," he ordered, firmly but with a smile on his face.

"I'm not such a little girl anymore," I countered, as I fell to my knees and eagerly retrieved his cock from his shorts.

Once the snake was out of its cage, he asked, as I gently stroked it between my hands, "What does my not so little girl want to do with her Daddy's cock."

I looked up, wetness already forming between my legs, "I want to feel it in my mouth, I want to feel its cum spraying down my throat, I want to feel my face covered in Daddy's sweet seed that made me, I want to feel his big cock in my pussy and ass, I want to be your loyal live-in plaything."

"Shit," he groaned shocked by my rather detailed answer to his question and the fact that I had taken his cock into my mouth.

I understood the power of being a good cocksucker. It didn't matter that I was submissive; when a cock was in my mouth, I controlled the situation, the pleasure, and could usually decide when the man would come, expect for the occasionally face fuck where I just focused on not gagging. I started slow as I drew him into my mouth with my most favorite blow job style which I called Whirlwind Wish as I created extra saliva in my mouth to literally create a whirlwind sensation as I bobbed slowly back and forth while swirling my tongue around the cock. The extra saliva somehow enhances the sensation for him and they seldom last long.

"Oh God, Josie, that feels amazing," he said, his breathing already escalating.

I moaned on his cock in response, which I knew always created extra pulsations, on the cock.

Over the next minute or two, while I continued sucking him, slowly increasing the pace until I was taking all his cock in my mouth. Finally, he grunted, "Shit my little slut, where do you want Daddy's cum."

I wanted to taste him and feel it on my face. I admitted, "I want it all, Daddy. I want to taste you and feel my face covered with your jizz."

"Shit," he grunted, as he shoved his cock into my mouth and began fucking. "The first load is for your belly, my slut."

I again moaned excitedly, as his balls bounced off my chin with each forward thrust.

"Here it comes," he grunted, before I felt the sweet sensation of cum spraying into the back of my throat. I eagerly swallowed his cum which seemed to continue spurting long after the first blast.

"That's it, Josie, take all of Daddy's cum," he ordered, his hands in my hair keeping me from removing my mouth from his exploding cock, not that I wished to escape.

"That's it, Josie, take all Daddy's cum," he ordered, his hands in my hair.

I obeyed, continuing to retrieve every last drop of his cum.

Finally, he pulled out, lifted me up and carried me effortlessly to the kitchen. He put me on the counter and asked, "Is my little girl horny?"

"Yes, Daddy," I answered, my voice sounding like it did when I was five.

"Does my little girl want Daddy to eat her wet pussy?" He asked, as he parted my legs and stared at my wetness.

"Oh please Daddy, please eat my pussy," I pleaded, using baby talk.

"Fuck this is so wrong," he said, as he leaned forward and began licking my pussy.

"But it feels soooo right," I retorted, the naughtiness of incest making the sex so much hotter.

Dad was not as gentle as Tia was earlier in the evening, but it was equally stimulating because it was father, my Dad, licking my pussy.

It didn't take long before he sucked on my clit, while roughly pumping two fingers in and out of me. He didn't search for my g-spot, but he did seem focused on my pleasure.

My breathing increased as my orgasm began to bubble just below the surface. "Yes, Daddddddy," I moaned, "I'm so close."

Suddenly I screamed as he forced a finger up my ass making me come like the slut I was. "Fuuuuuuck, Daddddddddy!!!"

He continued licking and fingering both my holes as my orgasm coursed through me. My legs began to spasm, my head went light, and my whole body quivered.

When he pulled his fingers out, a gush of cum leaked out of me, as he pulled me off the counter and returned me back to my knees.

"Get Daddy ready for that wet cunt of yours, Josie," he ordered, his semi-erect cock directly in my face.

I didn't hesitate as I opened my mouth determined to get his cock hard as a rock so it could soon be in my cunt fucking me. "Good, slut," he complimented, as I sucked his quickly stiffening cock.

"Always for you, Daddy," I replied, between bobs.

Once his cock was fully erect, he ordered, "Stand up and bend over."

I quickly obeyed, excited for him to complete what he earlier teased. I playfully asked, "You aren't going to leave me all horny and wet again, are you?"

He laughed and yet dripped confidence at the same time, "Trust me, you will be well satisfied when I am through with you."

Continuing the playful banter, I teased, "I hope you are more than just talking the talk."

"Oh I walk the walk," he smugly retorted, as his cock head teased my cunt lips. "Actually, I fuck the fuck."

"Aaaah," I moaned loudly as his cock penetrated me, "I like that fuck the fuuuuck."

"I bet you do," he replied, as he completely filled me with his big stiff cock.

"I looove it," I whimpered, the sensation of his cock in me warming my whole body. I loved sucking cock, I really enjoyed my lesbian rendezvous with Tia, but there was nothing better than a cock's piston like motion in and out of me.

"You really have become a dirty little slut since I left," he said, slapping my ass.

"All in preparation to be your slut, Dadddddy," I whimpered, the slap on the ass stinging more than I expected.

"Well this is just the beginning of your training, baby girl," he warned.

"I'm yours to train," I quickly offered, willing to allow my father to do with me as he pleased. I loved him unconditionally as a daughter, so the transition to trust him unconditionally as a lover was easy.

The next few minutes we were silent other than my moans and his slowly escalating breathing. Finally, he said, "Three times in the past few hours is a lot for your old Daddy. I think it is time to earn your keep."

He pulled out and sat on a kitchen chair.

I didn't need instructions as I straddled Daddy's lap and lowered myself onto him. As his cock slid into me easily, euphoria cascaded through me as I began to ride him.

"That's it, slut, ride Daddy's cock," he grunted, as I took all of it in me.

After a couple of minutes of bouncing up and down on Daddy's dick, I repositioned myself so my feet were on his legs and my back leaned onto his chest.

"Flexible too," he approved, "you really are the perfect little slut daughter."

From this angle, I could tighten my cunt around his cock, literally attempting to milk his cum out of him and into me.

As I continued to bounce on his cock, my cunt tightening trick was obviously working as he grunted, "Fuck, Josie, I'm gonna shoot my load in you soon."

"Yes, Daddy, please fill your daughter with your cuuuum," I moaned, the thought of feeling him spray inside me the ultimate turn on.

He obliged a few strokes later as he grunted and I felt his cum explode in me. My own orgasm had been bubbling underneath the surface, but under my control. But as soon as he sprayed his cum into me, I lost control and came seconds after he did.

"Fuuuuuck, Daddddy, I love you soooo much," I screamed, as another amazing orgasm hit me, as I fell back onto Dad, his cock unfortunately sliding out of me.

Surprising me, he flipped me onto my knees and without warning buried his cock in my ass even as my orgasm continued.

"Fuuuuck, Daddy, yes, fuck your daughter's ass," I struggled to get out as my breathing was erratic.

"Good sluts have three holes to offer," he said, rather matter-of-factly.

"And I'll always be your goooood slut," I replied, as he slammed his cock in my back door.

"I know you will," he said softly, his hand rubbing my back as he continued fucking my ass.

After a couple more minutes, my orgasm finally done, he pulled out and said, "Next time, I plan to really give that tight ass of yours a workout."

"I can't wait," I smiled, my body way past exhaustion.

"Let's go to bed, angel," he said softly, pulling me into his muscular tanned arms.

"I love you, Dad," I said, as he and I became one.

"I love you too," he replied, kissing my forehead, as he had so many times before.

Laying in his arms a couple of minutes later it just felt so right. He was my Dad, and he was now my lover; I couldn't fathom turning back the hands of time to not do what we had just done.

The past twenty-four hours had been the most bizarre of my life and now that we had crossed that invisible societal accepted line of propriety, the future was unknown...exciting and scary...yet unknown.

The end