Chapter 3: Dad Couldn’t Wait

That Friday I woke up and the first thing that I thought of was that today was the day! I was so incredibly horny I literally had no choice but to masturbate right there in bed even before going to the bathroom. Why I bothered with classes I don’t know as all I could think about all day was being picked up by my dad at the end of the day and what we would be doing later in the evening. It was so bad that half-way through one of my classes- Literature of the Modern World, I had to excuse myself to go to the girl’s room and do myself yet again!

Fortunately Fridays are an easy day for me and I was through with class by 11AM and so just before noon I was in the lobby with my backpack, impatiently waiting for my dad. It wasn’t too long before the big familiar SUV pulled up and I ran out to greet him. I quickly opened the passenger door and jumped in, grinning broadly at him. We exchanged hellos and he quickly pulled away and drove off campus. A few blocks from school he pulled over into a small grocery store parking lot and parked away from the other cars. He turned to me with a big smile on his face.

“Hey baby, good to see you. Damn ... you’re looking hot today!”

I smiled in appreciation and scooted across the seat to be next to him. Dad put his arm around me and pulled me close to him, leaning down to kiss me. Our lips met and a tingle went through my entire body as we kissed passionately, a month of pent-up lust spilling out. His hand moved down to my blouse and he unbuttoned it enough to slip his hand inside and cup my breast. Of course I wasn’t wearing a bra - I knew my dad well enough by now. He gently squeezed me and it was like a dose of pleasure was injected directly into my bloodstream and it quickly flowed throughout my body, raising goose bumps as it went

“Oh daddy ... I missed you so much,” I whispered huskily to him.

“Damn, I can’t wait ... I want you now,” he groaned in reply. I looked at him and his face had that look on it I rarely saw and my heart skipped a beat as I recognized the pure lust and desire that was there. I knew he wanted me the same way a hungry lion wants a gazelle. In my heart I knew there was no denying his needs at this point. Yes, my dad was going to fuck me now and it really didn’t matter what I said or did at this point. It wasn’t like it really mattered as to this day I’d never refused my father when he came for me and I had no plans to do so today. Still, sometimes I wondered what would happen if I ever DID try to deny him at a moment like this.

It was all just silly thoughts because as much as he wanted me, it’s not like I didn’t want him just as badly. Oh yeah ... I wanted to feel him touching me all over, feel his large hands roaming all over every inch of me and exploring me EVERYWHERE. Most of all though, I wanted him to fuck me. God I wanted my dad to fuck me! My pussy was begging for his cock! I could feel it between my legs, growing hotter and getting wetter by the second. I didn’t care anymore where we were or how he did it, just so his hard dick made its way somehow into my waiting pussy. I pressed myself against him and laid my hand on his crotch, feeling the firm lump his hard cock had created there.

“Fuck me daddy,” I begged him, “Fuck your little girl now. God I need your cock soooooo bad.”

I laid back on the seat and unbuttoned my jeans, lowering the zipper for him. Dad grabbed them by the waist and pulled them down and off of me, leaving me with nothing on but my unbuttoned blouse which was soon off of me as well. I felt like such a dirty slut, laying naked in the front seat of my dad’s SUV right in the middle of a busy parking lot, spreading my legs apart for him to fuck me.

Dad wasn’t wasting any time either. This was not going to be one of those intimate times with lots of cuddling and foreplay, building to a beautiful climax. No, this was going to be a good old fashioned screwing where both people just want to satisfy their own physical desires and needs. I always loved fucking my dad but it was times like these that really got me hot and horny. He wasn’t treating me like his daughter anymore, but rather like some skank of a whore he had just picked up off the street and now he wanted to satisfy himself with her. I imagine that most men just fantasize about having such raw, animal-like sex with a girl.

The best part for my dad was that he knew he was NOT fucking some whore who was just doing it for the money. He knew that I loved him fucking me this way and that he could do absolutely anything he wanted to me and I would not protest because I trusted him totally and without reservation. From the passionate look on his face, I knew all he wanted to do at this moment was to satisfy that instinctive desire for sex, to leave his seed in a fertile young girl.

My dad was on his knees facing me as I lay on the seat with his cock sticking out from his jeans. I watched with anticipation as he unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans, dropping them and his boxers down below his ass so his cock was freed. My tongue ran over my lips as I stared at his erect dick, standing straight up with a pronounced curve. His crotch was full of hair - he never even trimmed it because he knows I love it as long as he can grow it.

I could already smell his sex, the odor emanating from a mixture of lust and sweat between his legs. I wanted to dive on it and take him all in my mouth, feeling that long curly pubic hair brushing against my face as I filled my mouth and throat with his cock and breathed in his male scent.

There was no time, though, for oral sex today. My dad wanted one thing and one thing only - to fuck me. There was something about knowing his desires that made me feel wonderful deep down inside. I loved my father so very much and was so thankful for all the wonderful he had done for me so far in my life. Being able to show him my gratitude by giving him the most intimate and personal gift I possessed - my body, was such a blessing.

At this moment I knew without any doubt whatsoever that my father NEEDED me and it made me feel like the luckiest girl in the world to be able to give him what he craved so badly. I felt proud that nobody, not even my mother, could give him what I was offering him - his only daughter.