Chapter 5: Sucking My Dad’s Dick

The next morning I woke up and after my typical masturbation session and washroom duties, I was back in my room debating what to wear. I wasn’t really sure what Robin had in mind and again I wondered if she was just pulling some practical joke on me. Well, I finally decided that I had nothing to lose so I picked out one of my shorter skirts, one that my dad had bought me a little while back when we were out just having some fun. I’d never worn it to school before because it was several inches shorter than the school dress code allowed and it wasn’t like the dress code was all that conservative to start with. Besides, with a skirt this short odds were that someone would be seeing underneath it more than once during the day so I decided to wear a relatively conservative white thong. It wasn’t the sexiest I owned and covered my ass more than most of my thongs but it was still better than wearing panties. Going without anything underneath my skirt would’ve been a lot naughtier but I was out to have fun, not get suspended and sent home before homeroom was over!

Gathering my books and coat, I went downstairs where to my surprise, my dad was sitting at the table drinking coffee.

“Hey Dad!” I said with a note of surprise, “What are you doing here so late?”

My dad grinned and explained that my mom had told him all about my plans for the day. “Well, you couldn’t expect me to just go to work without seeing for myself what you chose to wear, could you?” Then he looked me over and smiled when he saw my skirt.

“Hmmm, I remember buying you that one,” he said, licking his lips just a bit, “I ALSO remember what you did with it when we got home!”

I giggled at his comments and indeed, I remembered as well how I’d worn it just long enough to strip if off as he watched my every move. My dad got up and gave me a big hug. Then we kissed, our mouths open and tongues meeting as I felt his hands grab my butt through my skirt and then work their way underneath. He lifted up my skirt and ran his hands over my ass. Then he felt my thong and stepped back to take a look for himself.

“You’re wearing THAT to school?” he said with a note of surprise as he lifted up my skirt enough to get a good view of my thong-coved butt. “A little suggestive, don’t you think?”

“Oh daddy!” I said, trying to sound exasperated.

“Seriously baby, you might want to reconsider,” he said tenderly, “Besides, a pair of white panties can be even more of a tease in the right time and place.”

He had a point and I considered for a moment what he said. If there was one thing my dad knew, it was about teasing and seduction. I’d learned a lot from being with him and although they may not have known it, many a guy owed the performance they received from me to my dad.

I put my finger up before he could say anything else and raced up to my bedroom where I pulled off the thong and rummaged through my drawer to find some cotton panties. I knew I had at least one pair in there somewhere and finally I found them. They were like new - when was the last time I had worn panties period? I quickly slipped them on and ran down the steps to returned to the kitchen.

My dad was waiting rather impatiently and so I turned around to face away from him. Keeping my legs straight, I leaned over until my fingers touched the floor, letting my skirt ride up for him to see my ass.

“Oh yeah, now THAT’S what I’m talking about!” my dad exclaimed. “How many time do I have to tell you not to give away the whole package when you can tease them just with a preview.”

Straightening up and arranging my skirt, I turned back to face him. Well, if the bulge in his pants was any indication, this outfit did indeed turn him on more. With a foxy smile I walked up to him and grabbed his crotch with my left hand. I could feel his hardening cock through his slacks and he took in a sharp breath as I squeezed his dick in my hand through them.

“Ummmmm, don’t you need to get going to school?” he asked hoarsely.

I looked up at his face and saw the lust in his eyes. There is something incredibly erotic about seeing your own father getting all worked up over you. No matter what he might say, he wanted me now and I knew nothing would please him more than to give myself to him right then and there. It was true that I DID need to get going so there wasn’t time for a full fucking but I could at least suck his cock. After all, it wouldn’t have been fair to turn him on this way and then just leave him with his erection and lust unfulfilled. Indeed, wasn’t it my duty as his daughter to take care of his needs, especially when it comes to his sexual desires? Besides, the thought of going to school with the aftertaste of my dad’s cum in my mouth fresh in my mouth was too tempting to pass up.

“Here ... let me take care of you daddy,” I whispered to him as I dropped to my knees.

“Oh yes baby,” my dad groaned, not even a playful hint of resistance remained as his natural desires and lust overcame him, “You know what I want Kelly ... You know what daddy needs.”

Oh indeed I did! One of the thinks I knew was it pleased my father more than anything to have his only daughter suck his cock. My mom tried to explain it to me when I first started doing it, to ensure that I understood that his lust for me was not JUST sexual. She told me that he’d wanted more children and that because she couldn’t have more, I was all he had. Being intimate with me was his way of showing me just how special I was to him. Even so, I knew there was more to it than she wanted to tell me, maybe more than she would even accept or believe. I could see it in my dad’s eyes, especially at times like this. As I undid his pants I looked up into his eyes and saw it again, the intense lust, the passionate desire, the unrelenting sexual needs that seemed to consume him at times and could only be completely fulfilled by his daughter - by me. It always thrilled me to know that my father needed me so badly. You can just imagine how proud it made me to know that I was the only person in the world that he could turn to at times like this!