Girl gets her dad a date
"HONEY!!" he screamed.
"Sorry!" I yelled, slamming the door.
I was home from college for the weekend and had managed to
walk in on my
dad in the bathroom three times already. Living with a bunch
of girls
at college made it pretty unnecessary to lock the door.
The problem
was, I walked in on him doing something besides going to
the bathroom.
It made me realize that since my mom died 5 years before,
Dad never
dated anyone. I guess jerking off was the only way to get
a release.
I giggled to myself and went downstairs to pee and was washing
the
dishes in the sink when he came down.
"Honey, please learn to knock when you are going to
the bathroom." I
smirked at him, "Fix the lock dad and I won't barge
in on you beating
off!" My face turned red at the comment that had come
out of my mouth,
probably the same shade as I was seeing on his face. "Jesus
Angela, I
don't know what the hell they teach you at school"
he replied softly.
I turned off the water and turned to face him. "Dad,
it's been FIVE
years since Mom died, and I know with her being in the hospital
for so
long it's been a long time for you. It's pretty
natural." I smiled
and sat down as his jaw dropped. "Dad, I'm 20 years
old and I probably
know more about sex than you do, you need to be healthy!!"
"Angela, can we not....wait.." he said pausing
taking a deep breath.
"You're right, you are a woman now and we should
be able to talk about
stuff like this. To me, sometimes you are still my little
girl, sorry
honey."
Sitting at the kitchen table next to him, I took his hand.
"It's okay
Dad. I know you loved Mom, and she loved you. But that doesn't
mean
you can't date again, or even have a one night stand"
I chuckled as he
groaned. "Old fogie..." I muttered getting
up.
I went back to school that sunday and hung around the common
room in my
suite after finishing my homework and stowing my carepackage
Dad had
put together. While in the middle of a Friends re-run, Sandy
crashed
through the door, dramatic as always.
"BOYS! Ah'm surrounded by BOYS I'm tellin
ya!" and stomped into her
room.
Sandy was raised southern, had a thick southern accent,
and tried to
portray herself as the prim, perfect, southern belle.
I, of course,
knew that she was a total fuckmonkey when she had more than
two beers
and vain enough that she might work perfectly into my plan.
"What happened sweets? Darryl come too soon again?"
I said batting my
eyelashes while leaning on the doorjam of her room. "What?
Oh. Fuck
you Ange...Yes, but Fuck you anyway..." she added
hotly with a hint of
a smile. She and I always got along famously for some reason
being
total opposites. Blond hair, big boobs, shapely hips and
a firm ass
countered my short darkhaired track scholarship body.
I had a few
boyfriends over the years, but nothing near the beefy studs
she hung
out with.
"Y'all know what I need?" "Y'all
need to drop the shit Sand, it's me."
She turned to yell at me, and realized I was seeing through
her
bullshit. She smiled sweetly and cocked her head at her
bed. We both
sat down and got comfy. "You know what I need sweets?
I need
something new, something unpredictable, something crazy!"
"How about
older?" I wondered innocently. "Older? Whadya
mean? Old Old?" "No,
like my Dad older..." "Yeah, sure Ange, like
I'm gonna fuck your
Dad..." "Hmph, suit yourself." I said
nonchalantly getting up and going
out of the room. I thought she would follow me, based solely
on the
challenge I had laid at her feet, but I heard her unpacking
her shit.
I went out, watched some TV, and went to my room and shut the
door. I
read some of my homework listening to the girls come and
go and crawled
into bed around 11.
A pleasurable licking sensation woke me about an hour later.
I could
feel Sandy's big tits brushing the insides of my thighs
as her talented
tongue went to work on my clit. I spread my legs wider while
I reached
my hands down and guided her around my crotch as her tongue
traced the alphabet on my clit. She added her fingers inside
me at around C and
by the time she got to the letter L I was thrashing quietly
on the bed.
Seconds later her lips met mine as I tasted my juices on her
face and
lips. Wrapping my legs around her brought the strapon she
was wearing
up to the entrance of my pussy. Thrusting gently, she worked
it inside
me until I was full of her cock. Unstrapping the belt from
her waist,
she began working the double headed dildo in and out of both
of our
cunts. I added my hand to hers and sped up the pace, using
my other
hand to fondle her full breasts.
"Oh god" I whispered, hissing between my teeth
as the ridges in the
dildo rubbed my clit and the head of it brushed faster and
faster on my
g-spot.
"Mmmmm, you like the cock, don't you slut?"
whispered Sandy. She always
seemed to take the dominant role in our nightly sessions.
I nodded
breathing heavier and faster, feeling a slight rush of
juice from my
cunt as the angle changed and the ridges flipped my clit
roughly. I
bit into her shoulder to keep from crying out, feeling her
full hot
breasts heaving with her own efforts as I came. Rather than
falling
back, I turned the game on her.
Quickly slipping the dildo out of my cunt, I pushed her down
onto the
bed accompanied by a concerned look and a loud "What
the fuck..." from
Sandy. I grabbed both of her hands and pinned them to the
bed with my
left arm, my right hand sliding the dildo as far as it would
go. I
bent it in the middle and pushed the other side, still slick
with my
juice, between the cheeks of her ass.
She tried to squirm away but a runners legs are a lot stronger
than a
southern belle's. I managed to pin her down on her chest
with her
knees folded under her, the dildo sticking out from her
cunt.
"Grab the railing" I said in a demanding tone.
"Ange, what the hell.."
she whispered softly, almost in awe. It seemed as if I had
indeed
switched a reversal of roles.
"Shut up and grab the bar and spread your legs slut."
My voice was low
and partially menacing, surprising me with the heat it
conveyed. She
gasped, grabbing the bar on the headboard and spread her
sexy legs
apart. I grabbed the dildo and thrust it in at out of her,
accompanied
by loud moaning.
"You gotta scream, do it into the pillow." She
quickly pushed the
pillow into place and laid her cheek down, turning her head
to look at
me. I watched her eyes slowly close in pleasure as I ran the
slick end
of the dildo over her asshole, sliding the other end into
her cunt. My
free hand reached under her heavy breast and played with
the nipple and
fondled the weight of it.
"You like that? You like being my bitch you little
slut?" "Mmmmm, yes.
Yes...Mistress. I only want to please you Mistress."
As she said
Mistress, goosebumps rose from her skin. "A ha!"
I chortled to myself,
sliding the head of the dildo over her pickered anus.
"Do you want my cock in your ass slut? Do you?"
As I said it, I pushed
down, applying pressure but not pushing it inside her.
By now her
mouth was open wide, pleasure written in the curve of her
lips, her
long blond hair spilling down the arch of her back and the
grip on the
headboard. "Uh Uh Uhhhh oh yessss, please Mistress,
please do whatever
you want. I am your slave...ohhhhhh..."
I had to admit I was getting pretty wet at this point, from
the power I
was wielding and from Sandy getting off in a major way. I
had her, now
to get her to do what I wanted.
"You want it huh? You want both ends in you don't
you?" Frantic
nodding and moaning into the pillow. "You'll
do anything I ask, just to
get this won't you?" Again, frantic nodding
and moaning into the
pillow. She was pushing back against the dildo to try to
get it into
her. "Good, remember you said that slut." I
pushed the tip slowly in
saying, "Look at me..."
She turned her head, her face the image of lust and wantonness.
I slid
it into her ass slowly, her mouth spreading wide as she relaxed
and
allowed the dildo inside her. I started moving it back and
forth, her
mouth now etched in a silent scream of pleasure.
"You are coming home with me this weekend, you are
going to dress up
like a wanton slut so you can give my father the time of his
life."
Her eyes shot open even wider as reality started to intrude,
so I
started pumping the dildo in and out of her holes and applied
my tongue
to her swollen clit. She cried out loudly once, stifiling
her screams
into the pillow. I stared up at her arms wrapping the pillow
around
her face, the fingers clutching in spasm. Watching her
body rock with
pleasure had my own clit buzzing.
At one point I saw her pull the pillow down so her eyes were
uncovered,
her mouth and nose still making plenty of noise in the pillow.
Our
eyes met, she nodded once and she abandoned herself to the
pleasure I
gave her for the next hour with tongue, fingers, dildo and
lips.
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