Chapter 1: My Dad Gets Horny and Needs Me

Bachelor parties can be a lot of fun, especially when you’re the only girl there. How can I possible describe the naughty feeling I get as I look around and see a dozen or so guys with their hard dicks in their hands, each of them wishing more than anything else in the world that they will be the next in line to fuck me? If you think THAT’S hard to explain, it’s even more difficult to express the thrill I get when a man, literally hours away from taking a vow to devote his life to one woman, has so much lust for me that he forgets about his fiancé for the moment and fucks me. Really, to think that people actually wonder why I enjoy doing these things!

Until now I’d only done two such parties. Both parties were while I was away at college and none of them involved anyone from anywhere even close to my home in the Pittsburgh area. Now that I’d graduated and lived at home, I figured the odds of getting involved in anything like that again were slim to none. They were fond memories, though, something to look back upon as a part of growing up

As was typically the case, it was my dad who presented me with a new opportunity. For whatever reason, it seemed to turn my dad on to have people think his daughter was some sort of prostitute or whore, especially if he got to fuck me in front of them. Of course, they didn’t know he was my father but the important thing was HE knew. Once he had asked me and my younger cousin Kristen to help out with some business clients who had no idea who we really were and how we were related. We all had a great time so I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised when he came to me one night with a new, but somewhat related proposal.

“Hey baby, you busy?” he asked, sticking his head in my bedroom through the open door.

One look should have told him all I was doing was chatting on my computer but as always, he was trying to be polite, something I appreciated about my dad. It was fairly late and so I was dressed in one of my typical night-time outfits. In this case that meant one of his white T-shirts although more often I would steal a dress shirt from his closet to wear around the house. The T-shirt was pretty baggy on me but with me sitting on the chair with my legs folded up under me, I suppose it didn’t leave a lot to the imagination, at least in the downstairs areas of my body. Actually, I caught him taking in a good look at my ass and I just smile as I knew he loved to look at it - and usually a lot more as well.

“No daddy, it’s OK,” I replied, a naughty grin on my face., “C’mon in, I was just chatting with some horny guys.”

I was smiling because I assumed he was horny and looking for a blowjob or maybe even to fuck me. My dad is more of a morning sex type of man so it was unusual, although certainly not unheard of, for him to be seeking me out later in the evening for sex. Still, there were those nights when I knew he got himself worked up watching porn or something on TV and needed some “relief” before he went to bed. My mom was working the evening shift so it was just the two of us. Had she been home I had no doubt he would have sought out her talents first but for now it was a choice between me or his hand. Some choice!

My dad came in my room and stood behind me, his large hands working my shoulders gently as he looked to see what I was doing on the computer.

“Damn girl, you’re one hell of a tease, you know that, don’t you?”

He was right. I had four separate chat windows open and trying to keep up conversations with each of them. Needless to say, all four were expressing in their own way how much they wanted to fuck me and I was replying by telling them how much I desired them as well. It was all a game but still, I enjoyed it. I’d never meet any of them so what difference did it make what I said to them? We both got to fantasize and feel good so no harm, no foul. As he watched me chat for a while, an invitation to watch a guy’s web cam popped up.

“What’s that?” my dad asked. I explained how the web cam thing worked to him and then he asked, “Why do they want you to watch them?”

“Probably because they want to show me how they masturbate,” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant about it.

My dad chuckled at that and I felt his hands tighten on my shoulders as he said, “You’re kidding me, they’re going to jerk off so you can watch? Why? What do they expect from you? You don’t even have a cam.”

He was right about the lack of a cam. For years I had asked for one and for years he had adamantly refused to buy me one. It was all the fault of some girl down the street that exposed her boobs briefly to tease her boyfriend (soon to be EX boyfriend) who captured a few frames and then posed them all over school. It was a lesson for me as well since at the time I hadn’t known such a thing could even be done! Our school didn’t allow cams either, citing the battle against temptation as the primary reason for the ban. Well, I have to admit they were right as I’m sure I would have caved in sooner or later and exposed myself.

“Sometimes I send them pics of me to cum on,” I explained

“Nothing nude I hope.”

“Oh daddy, I know better than THAT!”

“Well, just wanted to be sure.”

By then the guy’s cam had turned on and sure enough, there he was, seated in front of his computer, stark naked with a dick that was already hard and pointed upwards to the ceiling. For the next five to ten minutes we chatted while my dad looked on, totally amazed at what was happening on the screen. As it turned out, the guy already had a photo of me that I’d sent him earlier and it didn’t take long for him to hold his dick over it and squirt cum all over a photo of me standing in a green dress, exposing my leg and trying to look suggestive.

“Damn, he did it!” my dad exclaimed, “I still can’t believe someone would do this live on a cam! Is he nuts or what?”

As he spoke his hands moved down inside my t-shirt on front until each was holding onto one of my boobs. My nipples reacted to his touch almost instantly and I squirmed as he massaged me.

“Does watching him turn you on?” he wondered.

“Yeah, I think it’s cool when guys do it just for me,” I confessed.

“Doesn’t it make you want the real thing sometimes?”

I reached up and felt his hands through the cotton material of my t-shirt as they continued to play with my boobs.

“Oh daddy, you already know the answer to THAT!” I giggled.

I felt something on my shoulder and then on the side of my neck. Reaching up, I grabbed onto his dick that he had laid over my shoulder and then twisted around in the chair, He lifted his hands out of my t-shirt as I did so I could face him over the backside of my desk chair.

“Mmmmmmm, looks like something needs some special love and attention,” I murmured softly, stroking his dick slowly with my hand.

“It needs YOU,” he said in a low voice back to me, running his fingers through my hair as I reached out with my tongue and just licked his dick once, as if taking a first taste of a new popsicle.

“That’s it Kelly ... put your mouth on it,” he said hoarsely, as if I needed to be told to do that.

Being he WAS my dad, he liked to be in control, even if he knew I was already headed in that direction. It made me feel good to know that my father knew that he could ask me to do anything and I would do it for him. In fact, I can’t think of a single time I have ever refused to do something he wanted me to do, at least sexually.

Of course, one of the major contributors to that behavior was that I trusted him explicitly to never ask me to do anything that he knew I would not enjoy or like. For instance, I know my dad likes anal sex yet he has never demanded that I do it with him, even though he knows if he did that I would let him fuck my ass, despite any feeling I might have against it. It was only because I trusted him so much and knew that he loved and respected me so, that I could submit myself to him totally and without reservation. He is the ONLY man with whom I can say I have ever done that with, at least until I get married someday and have a husband of my own...