Chapter 4: Satisfying My Dad

After giving myself a few more minutes to let the throbbing between my legs subside a bit more, I stood up, being careful to hold onto the arm of the couch as my legs felt a little wobbly still. The shirt I was wearing hung open, hiding virtually nothing from my dad’s view as I slowly approached him. I saw his hand was gripping his cock firmly. He wasn’t stroking it for the moment as his attention seemed totally fixed on me.

For a brief moment my mind went back to eight years earlier, when I had stood before my dad in a somewhat similar situation. God I was so nervous! Back then I wasn’t sure he really wanted me in a sexual way. I’d been teasing him and flirting with him for weeks after seeing him and my mom making love in the hot tub and I knew he watched me more than I had realized before, but did that mean he wanted to have sex with me?

My dad looked at a lot of pretty girls and I knew he masturbated looking at their photos and movies but that didn’t mean he would actually fuck them, even if he had the opportunity. I had just finished masturbating in front of him and had been standing near him very much the same as I was now, not quite as exposed but leaving little to the imagination. Seeing his lust for me now, knowing he was waiting for me to say the words he longed to hear, seemed so natural now but back when I was just sixteen, I was almost paralyzed with fear that he might reject my offer, that he would turn me away for whatever reason.

Back then I had just told my dad I was going to my room with the hope he would realize what I was implying and follow me. Thankfully he did, and the rest was history as they say. I often wonder what I would have done if he had not appeared in my bedroom door that night. Tonight, though, after eight years of the most wonderful incestual relationship I could imagine, I had no such doubts or worries. I knew that all I had to do was turn and go to my room and he would be right behind me. Still, there was more to it than just the sex. I knew my dad loved it when I offered myself to him, when I told him what I wanted from him, when I asked him to take me as his. For some reason it just seemed to make him feel better in some way for his actions to be in response to my offer, even though he knew he could have me anytime he wanted without a word from me.

“I’m going to my room, daddy,” I purred as I looked at his stiff dick and licked my lips in a show of anticipation, “I was hoping you might come up with me and fuck me again.”

My dad smiled as I gave him the offer he wanted. He shifted in his chair, his hand still clenching his dick as he asked, “Are you sure? Is this really what you want?”

Such a silly question but it was like a little routine we always did. I leaned over him in his chair and kissed me, my hand reaching down and ripping the upper half of his cock and squeezing it gently. “I’m yours daddy ... you can have me anyway you want ... I’m you’re little girl and I want my daddy to fuck me.”

Perhaps if I had said those words eight years before I wouldn’t have worried so much when I went up the two flights of stairs to my bedroom. Seeing the look in his eyes, the surge in his cock as I touched him, left no doubt what his intentions were. I’m sure that same look was there back then as well, I just didn’t recognize it as it was my own father. Funny how that works out - now I recognized BECAUSE he was my father!

With another kiss I stood up and turned away without another word. I went up the stairs without looking back, confident that he would soon be following me. My heart was racing with anticipation. No matter how many times I’d done this, it always gave me a little thrill to know my own father was about to fuck me again. Heck, if anything as horny as he was now there was likely no way he would NOT fuck me.

There comes a time with many men when their lust and needs so overwhelm them that I know that there is no going back, no stopping them. They are going to fuck me and there is nothing I can do about it - assuming I even would think of not wanting it. It’s an incredible feeling to realize that for these few moments you are completely out of control of your destiny, that this man you are with no longer sees you as a person, as a girlfriend, or even as a daughter. It usually doesn’t last long but at a time like this you’re something he wants to fuck and nothing is going to stop him.

With my dad, this moment normally occurred as he was close to fucking me but I could see that tonight he was extra horny. Maybe the unexpected events of this afternoon had started it and then seeing Amanda and then me masturbating had driven him over the edge. Whatever it was, when I left him behind I could see that look and knew he was going to fuck me, as if I had any doubt he would anyway.

Once in my room I dropped the shirt to the floor and kicked it to the side, leaving me nude as I jumped on top of my old bed. God, how many times had I masturbated and been fucked in this bed? I laid on my back, propped up by the pillows on the end so I could see out the door and into the hallway. Thinking back again to the first time I’d done it with my dad, I remember how I had masturbated and wondered if he would show up.

When he finally did, I was consumed by a mixture of relief and lust. Seeing my dad standing in my doorway with his dick in full erection, knowing he was there for the first time with the intent to fuck me, was one of the most emotional moments of my life. It was shortly followed by THE most emotional moment, at least sexually, I have ever had, the feeling when I first felt my father’s dick pushing its way inside of me. It was such an incredible sensation to know it was my own dad I was feeling up inside of me. Now, after having been fucked by him literally hundreds of times, I was still just as excited as I touched myself slowly in anticipation.

Then he was there, the outline of my father’s nude body appeared in my doorway. It’s something I wish every girl could experience, the sight of her own father with his dick hard and ready, standing there with lust in his heart as he looks at her on her own bed. I’ve always said that I have never been fucked by my dad to PROVE he loves me, it’s to SHOW his love for me. Not the love he had for my wife, not the love I hope someday to experience with my husband, but the love of a father for his daughter, the love a father SHOULD have for his daughter.

“Oh daddy, fuck me!” I called to him, my arms outstretched as I invited him into my bed.

Sure he could have just barged in and taken me and I would have given myself to him without any reservation. It was a sign of his respect for me that he waited for me to invite him to fuck me. It was the way a father should respect his daughter. I wasn’t a whore for my dad to fuck just to get off, I was his daughter.

Part of the excitement for me was wondering what would happen next. Sometimes my dad was just too horny to do much more than just get on top of me and start fucking me without any hesitation foreplay. I was usually so wet by the time we got to this point it didn’t matter and in some ways it was all the more erotic in that I felt like I was there because he really needed me. For the most part, though, we usually engaged in some form of foreplay which varied from some oral sex, usually me sucking his dick for a while and sometimes he would eat my pussy. I loved to suck his dick. Of course, I love to suck just about ANY dick but still, his was special. Even though my mom had taught me quite a bit early on, I don’t think she shared my passion for it. She did it make my dad happy but I didn’t get the feeling she did it for herself in the same I did it for myself.

On the other hand, my dad seemed to prefer to eat her pussy more than mine. Maybe he had a thing for furry pussy, maybe it was just a husband-wife thing. Whatever the reason, while I knew he ate my mom out almost every time they made love, he only rarely ate my pussy. It wasn’t something we ever discussed and to be honest, unless a girl is licking me I can take it or leave it. I LOVE a girl to lick my pussy but guys just never seem to be able to do it the same way another girl can.