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Daddy was in the kitchen making dinner when I came home from cheer practice. God he looked sexy.
"Hey baby, how was school?"
I walked over to the fridge and dug out some carrot sticks and ranch-my favorite snack- "It was pretty great, I passed all of my exams."
He beamed and said, "My little girl's a genius." I smiled. "I'm gonna go upstairs and freshen up."
"Okay, dinner will be ready in a few."
I jogged upstairs to my room and looked at myself in the mirror. My long blond hair ran halfway down my back and my eyes are a vivid green. My boobs were pretty big; 34D. I'm a head shorter than Daddy.
Every time he looks at me I see pride gleaming in his gorgeous hazel eyes. My heartbeat quickens whenever he looks at me.
When I went down to the kitchen, dinner was on the table and it smelled like heaven. I sat down at the table across from Daddy and dug into my plate.
I noticed him watching me eat and he looked a little concerned. "Something wrong, Daddy?"
He cleared his throat before he spoke, "No baby, I was just wondering if you'd spoken to your mother lately." I sighed. I didn't want to have anything to do with my mother. She cheated on my dad with some bar owner six months ago.I've lost all respect for her and I made sure that she knew that. I'll never understand why she betrayed my father. She still tries to spend time with me but I always make up excuses.
"Daddy, I don't want to deal with her."
He scrubbed his face with both hands, "Gia, she's still your mother. Don't let our divorce affect your relationship with her."
I pushed my chair away from the table and ran upstairs to my room. Daddy shouldn't be defending her. As far as I'm concerned, she's no longer apart of our lives.
I told myself not to worry about it. Tomorrow I'll be 18 and then I can finally have Daddy...
I woke up in the morning and there was a note on my nightstand. It read:
Dear Gia,
I'm sorry I keep pushing you to stay in touch with your mother. I just thought that you needed a close relationship with her but now that you're all grown up I think that you're strong enough to make your own decisions.
Love, Daddy
I held the note to my chest and smiled. He's so amazing, I thought. I hopped out of bed and went downstairs to the living room, where Daddy sat watching the nine o' clock news.
I went over to him and kissed his cheek. "I forgive you."
"Happy Birthday, Princess."
The rest of the day went by in a blur. I spent all afternoon shopping with my friends. When nightfall came, Daddy took me out for my birthday dinner. God it was so romantic. He looked sexy in his black suit. I wore the dress he'd bought for me as birthday present. By the time we'd gotten home it was almost midnight.
My father went to his room and I went to mine so I could prepare myself. Just thinking about it made me so wet.
I changed out of my dress; underneath it was a black lace bra and panties. Daddy's gonna love it.
I walked down the hall to his room and the door was cracked.
I peeked in and I saw him sitting on the edge of his bed with his huge veiny cock in one hand. He was pumping the shaft at a fast pace. I reached inside my panties and rubbed my clit. Man, I was so drenched watching Daddy jerk off. His eyes were closed, " Fucckkk, Gia..!" My eyes widened.
I felt my pussy tremble as I came and some of my juices leaked onto the floor. Daddy's cum splattered all over the bed. It was so erotic.
As he got himself under control his eyes locked onto mine and I pushed the door open and walked over to the bed. I stepped in front of him and straddled him, he started to speak but I put one finger on his beautiful lips and shushed him. Our tongues stroked one another as I grinded my pelvis on his cock.
Daddy panted, "God, Gia I want you so much."
It was like music to my ears. I nibbled his ear and buried my hands in his thick blond hair.
All of a sudden he picked me up and threw me on my back onto the bed. He looked down at me and his eyes grazed my body. I closed my eyes as he pulled my lace panties off. I wasn't prepared for what came next. My eyes popped open as I felt Daddy's tongue attacking my clit. I squealed and squirmed under his touch. His marvelous tongue delved into my virgin pussy. I arched my back off the bed; tears of joy built up in my eyes. It was so fucking intense!
"Baby, your pussy tastes so sweet". I mashed his head into my pussy and he ate it as if he were in a pie eating contest.
"FUCK, I'm cumming!" He flicked his tongue over my clit repeatedly.
I came all over his face and he licked all the cum he could from my legs.
He leaned up and kissed me on the lips; sharing the taste of my juices. " Gia, if we do this there's no turning back."
"I know, Daddy; I'm ready for this."
"Are you a virgin?"
I grinned and said, "Yea, I wanted to save myself for you."
" I promise it'll be everything you've ever dreamed of."
I felt the head of his cock brush against my clit and I wrapped my legs around his waist and he groaned.
Finally his cock went into my pussy and I never took my eyes off of his. They were so filled with love and lust. I felt a slight pain as he pushed deeper; it only lasted for a few minutes.
He fucked me slow and hard and my body was shaking so hard.
Daddy whispered in my ear how much he loved me and how good my pussy felt wrapped around his gigantic cock.
"Please...fuck me harder."
So he did; he pulled his body off of mine and got on his knees with his cock buried inside me. I wrapped my legs around his back tightly. Daddy forcefully pushed his cock into me and I screamed. Over and over he just kept slamming his big dick into me. I loved every minute of it. "Oh yes, baby girl..," Daddy groaned. Fuck, I couldn't take it anymore; I flipped him onto his back and straddled his waist. I raised my body above his cock and slowly lowered myself onto it.
I lifted myself up and down and quickened my pace in no time.
"Yes daddy!" I thrust my hips up and down repeatedly; looking at Daddy's face the entire time.
"FUCK yes." Groaning, Daddy reached up at rubbed my tits; stroking the nipples with his thumbs.
"Daddy, I'm cominggg!!"
"Yes baby come all over Daddy's cock."
My orgasm seemed to last forever and I felt exhausted and I collapsed on top of Daddy.
He placed bittersweet kisses all over my face; I felt his cock exit my pussy and I sighed. I rolled onto my side and laid my head on Daddy's chest. He'd already fell asleep. I knew this wouldn't be a one time thing. I smiled and fell asleep knowing that Daddy and I shared something special and no one will ever come between us.
The End.
In The Bathroom
I'm wearing a long black coat that I picked up from one of those fashionable clique shops in London. It's got a double row of brass buttons up the front and a collar that wouldn't look out of place on a Russian military uniform. It swishes slightly round my knees as I walk and it makes me feel like ones of those stylish New York socialite girls. I find that I give my hips an extra little curve as I walk, just because it feels cool.
I meet you at a fancy bar in the city. It is low lit and warm, cluttered with the conversations of others and the clinking of glasses. I see you at once, leaning on the bar, watching the door. I pause in the doorway to let my eyes wander over you. You're wearing a pale blouse, narrow skirt, shiny black shoes, and a sly smile. I walk over nice and slow. The clip of my heels on the tiled floor cuts through the background noise of the bar and I keep a steady beat, unbuttoning my coat as I walk.
Once within a few feet, I shrug the coat off my shoulders and open it wide at the hip, revealing my tight little black dress, low cut and short enough that you know that my bare ass would touch the seat if I sat down. I turn smoothly in a full circle, as if allowing you to admire the view. An elaborate show so that you can see that I don't have a pistol hidden anywhere. Meaningless of course, because the theat
rical sweep is careful to conceal the strap into the lining at the back of the coat, but you smile and I know you don't know.
I hook the coat on the back of a chair and fish in the pocket for a few banknotes to buy some drinks. Shots of vodka and bottles of beer. You tell me about your day and I mostly just listen. We pretend we're looking round the bar while we talk, but I'm pretty sure we're really just watching each other.
When you finish your beer you say you're going to the bathroom, and you give me a bright little smile that makes your eyes shine. I know you're thinking of getting your hands on me. I let you walk ahead while I finish my beer then I make my way over to the ladies bathroom.
The floors are shiny with black marble tiles and the taps over the wash basins are polished and golden. I'm barely in for a second before you grab me and drag me into one of the three stalls. You bolt the door behind us and then lean back on it. We stand and face each other in the close confines of the cubicle. I can see you're a little nervous but excited at the same time. I watch you without moving. I know what you want, you dragged me in here, and you're going to have to follow that up with something.
"Turn around."
I keep my eye on your for a moment, judging your confidence. You don't flinch; you don't repeat yourself; you just wait. I turn slowly and face the back wall. Now that I can't see you my imagination starts running wild. I wonder what you're doing. I wonder if you might touch me. I hear your feet move on the marble tiles. I'm sure you're up so close behind me I expect to feel it, but you don't touch. I enjoy the tension, the anticipation. I'm sure you want to touch me. I wonder if you're waiting because you're nervous or just because you like to keep me in suspense. I want you to touch me. I'm half tempted to say it, but this is your lead, so I just wait.
"Put your hands on the wall."
I lean forward and put my hands on the wall, the tiles there are smooth and cold. My ass feels dangerously exposed and I arch my back slightly, tempting you to touch. But you don't. I hear your shoes on the tiles again as you move slightly. Then you deftly pick up the material of the hem of my dress and pull it right up, leaving it hanging from my waist. I can feel the cool air on my ass and the lower part of my back. I know that all that's between you and me now is the thin little black strip of my panties. I find myself hoping you pull them off me before I get them too wet to wear.
As if hearing my thoughts you hook your nails into the panties at the hips and pull them down. My legs are parted enough that they only get halfway down my thighs before they pull tight. I arch my back further, pushing my ass out towards you. I want you to touch. I want your fingers on me. I want your mouth on me. Anything. I just want you touching me. My naked pussy is right in front of you and I can hear you breathing.
I wonder if you're touching yourself. The thought makes me even hornier. I imagine you are standing behind me with your hand up under your skirt, rubbing your finger on your panties while you watch me all exposed in front of you.
Then you touch me. Your hand cups up between my legs with a firm confidence that makes me gasp. At once you press your finger into me and I push back against your hand. You are ruthless. You push straight in deep as far as your finger will reach and I find my breath catches in my throat and I can't even cry out. Then you're fucking me with your hand, two fingers thrust in and out so quick I can feel my heels skimming on the marble floor. I lower my head and push my arms against the wall, curling my toes in my shoes and just hoping I don't fall.
The main door opens and the sound from the bar floods into the bathroom. You pause, listening, your fingers still inside me. Someone else enters, her shoes clicking across the floor and I hear the door swing shut behind her. I wiggle my ass, pushing slightly against your fingers and whisper.
"Don't stop."
You start moving your hand again, slowly at first. The other woman moves into the stall next to ours and I hear the latch slide closed on the door. Your fingers are speeding up, pushing hard again. I bite my lip and keep my moans in my throat. I can hear other woman pissing. She must be sitting with her panties round her ankles just a few inches from us.
You shove me harder, fucking me roughly so that your hand slaps my ass with each thrust. My legs are trembling and I can hear my heels tapping irregularly on the floor like some tin drummer having an epileptic fit. I lean further forward, my forearms resting vertically on the wall, my elbows banging against the tiles. I can't help but let out a little noise. I thought it would be a moan but it turned out more like a growl once it escaped my throat.
The girl next door must be able to hear us. I wonder if she realizes that I'm being fucked by a girl or if in her imagination there's a man loose in the ladies bathroom. At least she's stopped pissing. I think she's just sitting there listening.
You push your thumb between the cheeks of my ass and rock hard against me like you're trying to lift me off my feet using my pussy as a handhold. You put your other hand right under, your palm on my clit and your fingers hooking up towards my stomach. I want to cum. I want it so bad that I can't even form the words to tell you. My hands are grabbing uselessly against the wall and my legs are shaking. I think I might fall. I might just topple down against the toilet. Would you lean down and continue to fuck me if I fell? I can't take the risk, I want to cum so bad.
She's still listening to us. I'd give her something to listen to if I could find my voice. Instead I just twitch against you. You rub me hard with one hand while you penetrate me with the other. I want to taste your pussy. I want my mouth on you. I want my hands on your breasts, between your legs. I want my finger up your ass. Mostly I just want to cum.
I want to take a hand off the wall so I can grab my breasts and press them hard against my ribs. I want your fingers round my throat. I want to scream bloody murder and spit between my teeth. I want to shove myself so hard against your hand that I sprain your wrist.
The orgasm hits me like an atom bomb; a deep hot glow that spreads and almost at once consumes my whole body in flame. I feel like a shell of tender skin around a fireball that threatens to consume me. You must feel me cum because you stop thrusting and press your hand firmly against me, holding it steady while I burn.
My legs are so shaky that I have to remain leaning on the wall even after you withdraw you hand. After a few moments of catching my balance I manage to stand up. My dress falls back down to my thighs. I can feel my cheeks and throat flushed and sweet and I'm sure that I'll be glowing cherry red.
I turn to face you and you press your wet fingers against my lips. I kiss them and take them into my mouth. I can taste my own pussy on your fingers. My breath is still unsteady, my lips tremble against your hand. You lick your lips and smile. I want to kiss you but I don't trust myself to move just yet.
The lady in the stall next door flushes and makes her way quickly to the wash basins. I grin.
"I reckon you fucked me so good that you got her off too."
You grin back like you know you did.
Once the other lady has left you unlock the door and go to wash your hands. I stay in the stall and clean myself up a bit before pulling my panties up. I go out to the wash basin and I splash a little water on my face and fix my hair. Then I straighten my dress and follow you back out into the bar.
The End.
A Foot Up
Paul exited his office heading toward the mail room, as he stepped into the room he ran directly into a young lady heading out. With a slight screech the poor girl landed flat on her butt.
"Oh my god," Paul said with concern, reaching down to help her up. "Are you alright?"
As he bent to take her hand, his eyes diverted to her legs, down to her sandaled feet and up to the sight of her panty clad pussy, then back down her legs to her pretty little feet and painted toenails. Helping her up to her feet, Paul again apologized, "I am so sorry, I didn't see you, are you alright?"
"Please, please, I am fine," the girl said, "I should have been paying attention to where I was walking."
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sp; Picking up the papers that had fallen all over the floor, Paul noticed that they were all new hire paperwork.
Standing there looking at the poor girls small stature and confused look he said, "Hi, my name is Paul."
Reaching out her hand she said, "I am Debbie, this is my first day and I was acquainting myself with the area, my office is just down the hall."
"Well Debbie," Paul said, "it is my pleasure to meet you, and again I am sorry for the rude meeting, I have been with this company for nearly 20 years now, I will be happy to show you around."
This began their friendship, more of a father/daughter friendship due to the vast difference in ages, Paul being 57 and Debbie 30. But still a very close friendship.
Over the next 5 years, Paul and Debbie would often have lunch together, sometimes going out to a small diner in the area, other times just sitting in one or the others office and talking. They even went out for dinner once a week or so. During all these times they learned about each other and their friendship grew very strong.
One afternoon while enjoying a lunch together, Paul mentioned the start of the summer farmers market that weekend.
"Debbie," Paul said, "the farmers market starts this weekend, how about you and I go there Saturday night and check it out?"
"That would be fun Paul," she replied, "I have wanted to go there for some time, but I didn't want to go alone, I fear I would get lost in the crowds being so short."
"There is no way any man could lose a beauty like you," Paul said with a smile and wink. "So, how about I pick you up around 5pm Saturday and we can make a date of it." Paul said.
"Oh, a date is it, it's about time you asked." Debbie said with a wink.
Looking up at her, Paul was suddenly struck with her beauty. Standing all of 5', with beautiful blue eyes and light brown hair that framed her pretty young face. Paul felt a tinge of desire.
The rest of the work week was hell on Paul, he was noticing more and more just how beautiful Debbie was, she didn't help matters with her dress style that week, to Paul it seemed like he was actually seeing her for the first time after 5 years of knowing her. She always wore open toed shoes and Paul's eyes always went to her sexy feet first and wandered up her curvy body, enjoying the fantastic way her round butt looked in her skirts and her overflowing breasts were magnificent. On more than one occasion Paul found himself in the men's room relieving some sexual tension to his fantasy thoughts of Debbie.