Chapter 3: Making My Dad Feel Better

“Hey dad, how about this outfit for when I?m working the street this year?” I asked the moment I opened the door to his study and walked in. My dad was behind his desk looking at something on his computer, probably porn if I knew him at all. Whatever it was he seemed to be quite enamored with it but then he looked up at me and smiled.

“Whoa! Now THAT would draw in customers for sure,” he laughed, “As well as the local police for indecent exposure, child molesting, and you name it.”

My father, ever the lawyer.

“Daddy! Are you saying I’m a child?” I pouted as I twirled to raise the skirt and expose my bottom to him.

“Well, you ARE only sixteen so technically...” he started to say but I interrupted by lifting up my top to show him my boobs.

“Does a child have these?” I teased him, cupping my boobs in my hands and squeezing them together.

He must have been REALLY grumpy still. I’d been hoping he’d be out of his chair and grabbing me by now but he just sat back and looked at me without saying anything. Maybe my mom was right about sex not being the answer all the time but I wasn’t ready to give up that easily.

“Do you remember giving me this outfit daddy?” I asked in my best little girl voice.

Finally, a big smile as he answered, “How could I forget?”

I pulled down my thong and dropped it on the floor, then got up on his desk and kneeled before him, sitting back on my heels so my bare pussy came into view as the skirt rode up. I licked my lips and put one finger to them as I kept my eyes locked with his. “Daddy, did you want to fuck me last year when you saw me in this?”

I’d only been fifteen back then and the very concept of incest wasn’t something I even thought about back then. Sure my dad loved seeing me pose suggestively for him but then he was a man - but he was also my dad so that made it OK. Now that he’d been having sex with me for a month it was like I was learning all sorts of new stuff about him and my mom.

The smile broadened and he said the words I wanted to hear... “Really, how could I not baby?”

Feeling playful, I gave him a perplexed look. “So why didn’t you fuck me?”

We’d been all through this before but I was trying to make him feel better and so I thought that maybe talking about this might do the trick in terms of fixing his mood. It seemed to be working ... up until I asked a stupid question. Someday I’ll learn to keep my big mouth shut.

A scowl appeared on my dad’s face. “You?ll need to ask your mother that one. Trust me, it wasn’t for lack of any desire on MY part.”

I scooted up until I was right at the edge of the desk next to him. I needed to change the subject and quick. “Well, you can now daddy ... if you want to. I hope you do.”

Why would my mother think that my dad might not respond to me offering myself to him? Given the way he has been after me every day since we first did it, I couldn’t even imagine him saying no to me. Sure enough, the sight of his sixteen year-old daughter’s pussy not more than two feet away from his face was all it took to get his attention.

“Oh baby ... say that again,” he sighed as he leaned forward and reached out for my pussy, rubbing his finger up and down between my lips. In some ways my dad was no different than the boys I fucked. Maybe it was just hardwired in their DNA. Whatever it was, everything I did to tease the boys at school worked just as well on my dad, just like this was.

“Fuck me daddy ... please fuck me,? I begged him urgently, ? I want to feel you in me daddy. Don?t you want to put it in me?”

That did the trick. Yep, I could see it in his face, the horny lust he felt for me, the sexual desire rising within him pushing him to take me. Oh yeah, it made my pussy tingle! The ironic thing for me is I’d seen exactly this same look from him even before we started having sex, back when I would pose for him or masturbate when he was around. The thing is back then I didn’t recognize it for what it was. In my defense, why would I think my own father would want to have sex with me? Sure he might be horny because of me - I’d have felt pretty bad if he hadn’t as he IS a man and men generally react to me that way. But that’s just a natural and normal physical reaction and not necessarily a signal he actually wanted to go any further.

Then came the day he approached me in my bedroom as I lay on my bed waiting nervously for him. I’d given him every hint and signal I could as to what I wanted but was it enough? Did he really want me that way or was it just my overactive sixteen year-old imagination at work? After seeing him and my mom having sex in the hot tub for the first time ever not long before, I knew I wanted to please my father and experience his love as only sex would allow. When he appeared at my bedroom door, stark naked with his dick so erect for me, I saw that look again on his face and for the first time realized what it truly meant - my own father wanted me!

Now, a month later, once again I felt that chill as my dad stood up and started to unzip his trousers. Before he lowered them down he reached forward and lifted my top off of me which helped me immensely - god it was so tight! Then he dropped his pants without ever taking his eyes off my boobs.

“God, you look incredible,” he whispered in a husky voice, thick with sexual lust, “I want you so badly baby girl.”

Wow, if only he knew how he made me feel when he said that! OMG, my very own father wanted to have sex with me! I dropped back on my bare bottom, letting my legs hand over the edge of the desk and lifted up my skirt up to my waist as I spread my legs for him.

“Noooooo, take that off too,” my dad said so I laid on my back and scooted the skirt off my butt and then down my legs where I kicked it off to the floor. I started to reach for my sneakers but he stopped me saying, “No, you look so fucking hot wearing nothing but your shoes.”

I leaned back, supporting myself with my hands behind me on his desk. It felt so sensual to be naked on his desk, my bare body on full display for my dad. Sure he’d seen me naked all my life, but until the past month never with this sort of intent.

“Your pussy looks so fucking good,” he murmured as he dropped down, putting his hands on my knees to spread my legs further apart. I practically jumped off the desk when my dad’s tongue hit my clit. I was already so horny that just one flick of his tongue sent shivers all up and down me. Then he put his arms under my legs to lift them up more, wrapping them around my thin thighs and using his hands to spread me apart. God his tongue felt so good as he ran up and don my pussy slit, stopping to circle my clit a few times and then retracing his route.

“Oh daddy!” I moaned, “That feels soooooo good!”

“Mmmmmmm ... nothin’ like the taste of teenage pussy,” he said with a grin as he looked up at me with his face covered with my pussy wetness. He went back to work on me, his tongue teasing my pussy hole and then pushing its way into me just as little bit. At that moment I wanted nothing more than for him to put his dick in me and fuck me. Then he put his lips around my clit, gently teasing it with his teeth and running his tongue all over it. Oh my god, I started to cum so hard!

“That’s it baby ... cum for your daddy,” he said quickly before resuming his onslaught of my quivering pussy.

Well, I certainly had no problem complying with THAT request! It was like it just wouldn’t stop as wave after wave of the most incredible sensations rolled through me. My toes curled and my hair felt like it was on fire as my dad’s tongue and mouth ate my willing pussy.