Chapter 3: My Dad Takes Over - Or So I Thought

As deep as I was into my private masturbation session, my ears still managed to pick up at the sound of the office door lock being opened. Other than the cleaning staff there was only one person who had the key to his office meaning it had to be my dad so I pretended not to notice. If anything it made me feel even sexier to know my dad was about to “catch” me playing with myself although he’d seen me masturbating since I was in middle school. The door made a slight click as he must have tried to close it without making too much noise and then I heard the soft rustle of his pants as he moved slowly through the office until he was right behind me.

“Oh daddy, that feels so good.” I moaned as I pretended to fantasize about my dad fucking me, “Fuck me daddy ... oh fuck me more daddy ... make me cum.”

I could only imagine how it must’ve turned him on to hear me masturbating to the thought of him fucking me! Hopefully his dick was getting as stiff as a steel rod and I wondered if he was rubbing it yet. Still, as much as I wanted to turn around and grab his dick I continued to play with myself, pretending not to notice he was right behind me.

After a particularly sharp moan and humping of my hips up against my hand my dad reached in from behind me, one arm on each side of me. He started by putting his hands on my bare shoulders, massaging them gently, running his hands up and down my smooth upper arms. Then he pulled my hair to one side and I could feel his hot breath on my neck. I shivered as I felt the touch of his wet tongue on the side of my neck, just below my ear. He gently licked my neck and ear, then worked his way around and did the same to the other side. All the while he was licking me, his strong hands continued to massage my shoulders with his thumbs pressing into my shoulder blades. Well, as horny as I was I couldn’t pretend to ignore him anymore at this point!

“Mmmmmmm, that feels so good daddy!” I said softly, continuing to masturbate without a pause.

My dad didn’t say a word as his strong hands started to work their way down my bare chest, slowly approaching my bosom. I pulled my hand away from my boobs as he grabbed them both, first cupping them in his hands like he was measuring the weight of a melon in the grocery store (OK, I can WISH my boobs are the size of melons, can’t I?) Then he put his hands over them and started to knead them like he was making bread. At first it was just a slight squeezing motion but as he got going he grabbed them more firmly and pinched my hard nipples. As always I loved it when someone played with my breasts. My dad is what you would call a “pussy man” so usually he would go straight for my crotch and ignore my boobs so it was nice to have him spend this much time on my boobs for once.

“You know I love it when you touch me like this daddy,” I moaned as I felt my orgasm starting to build within me. With my extra hand I pushed a finger inside my pussy while I continued to rub my clit with the other, only now using two fingers instead of just one.

“I’m cumming daddy!” I announced as my body stiffened and my hips rose up off the couch. “Oh God!” I cried out as my entire body was racked with the most incredible sensations. Indeed, having an orgasm feels like nothing else in the world!

My dad was breathing heavier as he kissed me on the neck again. I collapsed on the couch, my hands cupped against my crotch, one over the other, as I pressed my hand up against me. The pressure alone against my clit was enough to keep my heart pounding. There was just one thing I wanted at this moment, only one thing that would satisfy my needs and desires.

“Fuck me daddy ... please fuck me now,” I begged him softly, sounding more like a young girl begging for her daddy to hug her but I wanted a lot more than a hug - a LOT more!

“Sure, I’d love to if that’s what you want,” a deep voice whispered in my ear. It was exactly the words I wanted to hear but there was just one teeny little problem - it wasn’t the VOICE I wanted to hear.

Horrified, I flipped myself over and found myself face to face with the last person in the world I would’ve expected to see, at least under these circumstances. It wasn’t my dad that had been playing with me, it was Martin! What the hell? I completely froze in place, not knowing whether to cover myself, scream, or what.

“I’m pretty sure that I’m not who you thought it was, eh?” he said with a grin on his face.

“Mr. Connelly!” I gasped, “What are you doing in here? Why are you touching me?”

“I think the real question is, what are YOU doing in here?” he chuckled, “And how many times do I have to tell you that it’s Martin. So tell me Kelly, is this what you do every time you visit your dad?”

I was on my stomach with my arms up on the side of the couch so I was relatively covered, if you don’t take into account my bare ass. Besides, it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen the whole package anyway so what was there to hide? Even so, I felt distinctly ... well naked. Maybe “exposed” would be a better term.

“How DARE you? How could you do this to me?” I exclaimed, still trying to get my wits back about me.

As hard as I was trying to be outraged at his behavior, my pussy apparently hadn’t received the memo. Instead the darn thing was still pulsing and feeling hot which was in distinct contradiction to how the rest of me was feeling. OK ... so it wasn’t ALL my pussy’s fault. Once it got going it didn’t calm down for a while no matter what might happen, not even an embarrassing situation like this. I say embarrassing because I could feel my face grow hot, even more flushed than it had been after my orgasm.

Martin smiled again and said, “Oh come now, nothing to be embarrassed about. You think I didn’t know what you were doing in here? Damn girl, you’re really hot! If I were your dad I’d be doing you too.”

If possible, my face felt even redder. I’m not normally one who cares if someone watches me masturbate. In fact I’ve teased many a boy on a date making him watch me play with myself but not letting him touch me. In almost any situation I would tell you I get off having someone watch me do it. THIS was different though. To make it worse, he heard me asking my dad to fuck me! What did he think about that? Would he just attribute it to my fantasy or would he realize that I was speaking from the heart? From his words he seemed to think it was real.

“Soooooo, tell me little girl ... you still need to be fucked by daddy?”

My eyes widened as the question at me from out of the blue. My god, it was the senior partner and technically he was old enough to be my grandfather! Not to mention we were in the middle of my father’s office with an entire law firm on the other side of the door. What if my dad were to walk in and find us? Sensing my hesitation, he raised the ante.

“Tell you what, let me fuck you and I’ll forget all that stuff you said about wanting to fuck your daddy.”

There it was. I had a feeling he was going to bring THAT up sooner or later.

“You really want to fuck me Mr. Connelly?”

“Hell yes!” he responded in a flash, “Shit Kelly, every guy in this firm wants a piece of your cute little ass - and you damn well know it. From what I hear more than a few had done it as well.” He paused to look around the office and continued, “Not to mention one of our senior partners!”

He paused for it to sink in and then added, “And PLEASE, stop with the ‘Mr. Connelly’ crap, you make me feel like I’m robbing the cradle.”

I was still trying to figure out his comment about forgetting about me wanting to fuck my daddy. Did that mean he took it as a fantasy and wasn’t going to tell people about it? Maybe it mean he assumed I WAS fucking my daddy and if I let him do me then he would forget about THAT? Mr. Connelly was a pretty sharp lawyer and he rarely said anything that wasn’t EXACTLY what he meant to say. I had a feeling he was being deliberately ambiguous, just to make me all the more confused. Well, if I was going to go for it, I may as well go all the way. Besides, what choice did I have?

“But you’re married Martin ... what if your wife found out?”

Martin literally grimaced. “Shit, she’s so damn old and wrinkled I haven’t been able to get it up for her in years.”

“OK Martin, then go ahead and fuck me ... let’s see what you’ve got,” I said seductively, licking my lips slowly and looking him straight in the eyes.

Well Martin certainly didn’t waste any time! He quickly stripped off all his clothes, even the black tube socks (thank God). I sat up on the couch with my legs spread apart obscenely like some porn shoot, playing with my pussy almost absentmindedly as I watched him drape his clothes over the back of one of the chairs.

Seeing Martin standing there naked I thought how it was lucky that I was as hot and horny as I was because he wasn’t exactly what you would call a male magazine model. At his age things shift and rearrange themselves. He had a bit of a pot belly and a rather flabby ass. His chest was like a bear rug with a thick covering of black and silver hair. Not only that, his back and shoulders were also covered with long dark hair. God, he was some sort of ape man! His legs were too thin to be proportionate to the rest of him and they were wrinkled as well. Honestly, there wasn’t a sexy thing about him. Well, almost nothing...

There WAS one good thing about Martin. Fortunately, under the circumstances it was probably the most important characteristic. His dick was absolutely incredible! Martin was probably the last guy in the world I would’ve suspected of packing such a monster. Although still flaccid and hanging down limply, it still looked to be a good 6-8 inches long and thick to boot! Like the rest of him his crotch was ridiculously hairy, so hairy in fact it was like a bush had sprouted between his legs.

“Oh wow!” I gasped as I stared at his dick. Yes, I was impressed as it was all I could look at.

Martin grinned and took his cock in his hand, bouncing it like he was holding a cucumber and trying to guess its weight.

“Surprised you, didn’t I?” he bragged, “Bet you never would’ve guessed that I’m the best hung guy in the firm, did you? Bigger than your dad’s I bet.”

Now wasn’t exactly the right time to ask just HOW he knew that for sure but I was willing to take his word on it. God Almighty! It had been quite a long time since I’d had a dick the size of his.

“Well, are you just gonna sit there and stare at it or what?” he teased me.

He didn’t have to say it twice. Damn, I couldn’t wait to get my hands - and mouth, on that bad boy! As I picked it up with my thumb underneath it and my fingers wrapped around the top, it had some genuine heft to it. He was still fairly limp but even so it was bigger than most dicks I’d had the pleasure of holding when they were fully erect! I stretched it out with my hand, tugging on it gently as I picked up his balls with my other hand and gently rolled them around with my fingers.