Chapter 1: Keeping Up With Our Morning Ritual

When I was a teenager in high school, one of my favorite things to do was to visit my dad’s legal office in downtown Pittsburgh. Sometimes he would bring me with him in the morning but usually I would just ride the “T” and then walk a few blocks to get to the office building. Supposedly I was there to help with some minor office work - filing, mail, that sort of thing. In reality I preferred to flirt with the guys in the office more than anything. As such I’d wear short skirts, revealing tops, and do just about anything to tease them mercilessly.

Needless to say I also made it a point to take advantage of my dad’s spacious office for some fun with him. My dad just loved to fuck me while I looked out the windows over the city, watching the people so far below us while wondering what they would think if they could see up into his office. The thought of them possibly seeing us made it hot for me just as I knew it had to for him.

My dad wasn’t the only one I played with at his office, something I assumed was known although of course nobody had any idea what I was doing with him when his office door was closed? and locked. In fact, my very first married father was one of the older partners back when I was just sixteen. OK, so he did me at his house while I was babysitting and not in the office but that’s just a technicality.

Over the years several more of the guys earned a spot on to my “sexual history” list. The ironic part was so far as they knew my dad didn’t know anything about it so I think they got a thrill from fucking the boss’s daughter. Naturally I always told my dad everything soon after and there was even one special time when he actually encouraged me to do a few of them as a “reward” for some extraordinary work they’d recently completed. Yeah, my dad’s a great boss in addition to being the best father in the whole world!

This summer was my first as a newly minted college graduate. For once I wasn’t simply on Summer Break, waiting for the fall school year to start. I’d been home almost two months now and still hadn’t visited my dad’s office. It seemed that as I got older, I visited his office less and less for a number of reasons. For one, the guys started to act differently around me as I grew older and went off to college. I guess it was easier to “innocently” flirt with a sixteen or seventeen year-old high school girl than with a twenty or twenty one year-old college student. When I was a younger teenager, the age difference made it less “real” when I flirted with them, more like teasing than anything serious.

Also, as I got older I think it became a little more awkward for the guys. You have to keep in mind that none of them had the slightest clue that he didn’t mind that any of them did me much less that my dad was also fucking me practically right under their noses! Had they known I’m sure things would’ve been a lot more interesting! Besides the age factor there were now secretaries and clerks younger than me so “helping” with the office work wasn’t “cute” anymore but instead I think some of them thought I was threatening their jobs! Finally, now that I’m twenty two, it wasn’t like it was “take your daughter to work day” anymore so there was little excuse for me to visit the office for more than a few minutes.

My “office hours” may not be the same but one thing hasn’t changed as I grow older - my dad’s sexual lust for me. From the first time he fucked me almost six years ago my dad has always looked for any opportunity to have me. One of our most cherished “traditions” was my morning “wakeup call”. Even if I woke up earlier on my own, I would wait in my bed for my dad to get up and come into my bedroom. Sometimes he was the first to wake and these were usually my favorite mornings as he would let me sleep while he jerked off over me or tried to play with me such that I didn’t wake up. I really love it when I wake up feeling his dick pressed against me, even more when he manages to actually get it inside of me without waking me right away although that was rarely achievable despite his best efforts.

Some mornings when I am really tired I will wake up and find his cum on me from him having jerked off without me waking up at all. Normally I don’t really enjoy having him (or any man) spraying his sperm all over me but this was an exception. I think it is more the thought that he had jerked off watching me sleeping naked in my bed and then cumming on me than the actual cum that had dried on my face or boobs.

This morning was one of those morning when I woke up totally disoriented. You know what I mean, that feeling of not knowing what day it is or where you are. It’s like you’re lost in some sort of fog, trying to clear the cobwebs from your mind as you rub the sleep from your eyes. There was one more thing, quite a significant one - my pussy felt incredible! It was only then that my mind cleared enough such that I realized why - I was being fucked! It wasn’t anything wild and crazy, just this feeling of a nice warm dick in me, not even moving at the moment but rather just resting inside of me, filling my pussy and making me feel incredibly horny.

“Morning baby,” someone whispered in my ear. Of course it could only be one person - my loving father.

“Oh daddy ... that feels soooooo good,” I sighed softly, squirming a bit to get a little more comfortable.

At the moment I was on my side with my dad nestled in behind me. He’d apparently lifted my bare leg just enough to get his erect dick inside of me and so I repositioned myself to be easier for him to fuck me. My reward was the feeling of him thrusting himself even deeper into his daughter’s pussy and I could feel the warmth of his naked body pressed again mine.

“You must have been tired this morning,” he chuckled softly, “I thought just maybe for once you weren’t going to wake up before I’d finished.”

I didn’t say anything in response, instead moving my hand down between my legs where I placed it over his hard dick, my fingers on each side of his hard shaft at the base of his dick where he was pressing it into my wet pussy. He resumed his slow strokes in and out of me and I could feel his incestuous cock sliding between my fingers as well.