A Father’s Bargain by robdcruz
A long story of sexual brinksmanship by a father and daughter , “Dad?”
“Huh?” I said, looking up from my plate at my daughter Sarah.
“What’s wrong, you haven’t said anything in a while.”
She was right. We were having dinner together, which was usually the time we caught up and talked about our days, how work and school were, and so on. But tonight I was totally in my head.
“Oh nothing sweetie. Just work stuff.” This was sort of true. I was dreading going to work tomorrow as I knew what was coming. I knew they would be pushing the issue.
I tried to engage. “Anyway, how is your senior year going?”
Sarah chatted away about finishing up high school. At 18, she was excited to be putting away things she associated with being young: High school; living at home; having a curfew; etc. She would soon be heading off to college a few hours north of where we lived.
It was tough letting her go. She was my little girl. I had memories of her entire life that told me she needed my protection and guidance. Scraped knees, recital nerves, mean boyfriends. How could I just send her off to the hardships of the world? And the boys…
I tried to snap back and pay attention to what she was saying, but in my head I was lost in worry about her and about tomorrow.
After dinner, we settled on the couch to hang out and watch a movie. Sarah cuddled close, and put her head on my shoulder. She had always been a daddy’s girl, and since her mother stepped out on us years ago, we had grown incredibly close.
She looked up at me. “I can tell you’re still thinking about work.” She made a little mock frown. “Why don’t we put on one of your favorites.”
“Sure,” I replied. She was so attentive and caring and I guess I should be proud of instilling that in her. “Thanks for looking out for me honey.” I gave her a weak smile back and tried to commit to myself to be more present.
She smiled and got off the couch to search for the DVD. Looking her over, I was reluctant to appreciate what a woman she was turning in to. She was kind, smart, and as much as I hated to admit it, very beautiful. She stood at about 5’6”, with long, blonde, straight hair, light hazel eyes, a slender waist that met a perfectly plump ass. Her breasts stood out as a proud C cup. Through years of high school sports she developed a fit physique but still kept the curves in the right places. Anywhere we went, she attracted a ton of attention from the boys…and the men. She was a lot like her mother in that way.
Her mother…what a horror. I had always shielded Sarah from my anger towards her mother, but when my mind went to her it was sometimes hard to hide. She was a whirlwind in my early life. Sexy, impulsive, brash and ego boosting. She was a beautiful woman who I fell in love with but that just could not be tied down. I guess I am a bit to blame. It’s not like she hid who she was. Eventually, she gave me a beautiful daughter, then vanished to go live her life unencumbered.
“Got it!” Sarah exclaimed, once again pulling me back to the present. I looked over to see her ass high up in the air as she had been searching around the TV console for the old DVD. My dick twitched a bit at the sight of such a delectable ass, but fear and shame quickly flooded me.
“You’re such a nerd,” she said holding up my copy of the Fifth Element. I don’t know what it is, but that movie always brings me joy.
“Oh, come on,” I said in retort, “you know you love it too.”
She snuggled up close to me on the coach. “I know. I’m just giving you a hard time.”
As she slid close, I felt the softness of her breast against me and felt the jolt of arousal. I had to get myself under control. My guilt was not only because I shouldn’t be having these kind of thoughts about my daughter, but because of what I feared at the office.
The movie successfully got my mind off things, and with the help of a few xanax I was able to sleep through the night.
The next morning I woke up late and was in a frenzied rush getting to work. I had a meeting at 9 and wanted to get in some prep work before. The morning went by in a blur and by 12:00 I was back in my private office, exhausted, but pleased with how the meeting went.
My intercom buzzed and my secretary’s voice filled my office. “Mr. Brandt, I just want to remind you of your meeting upstairs with the other board members in ten minutes.”
Fuck. I had got through a full morning of work before I had to think about that again. I made my way to the elevator and took it upstairs to the penthouse conference room. This floor served to impress our clients by housing nothing but a luxurious waiting room that abuts a glass conference room with impressive views. The shades were drawn, but I knew John and Frank would be inside waiting. We had started this company together forever ago and were as close as friends could be while still making a business relationship work.
As I opened the door I could see that the only source of light came from the large conference room TV. To my horror, there I was completely nude on the screen, dick deep in Frank’s daughter, Stephanie.
“Hey Stan. Just playing some highlights,” Frank called. “You know, my little girl had trouble walking the next day, and she blames you.” The men all shared a laugh, but I couldn’t bring myself to join in.
I had no need for the video as I had already gone back in my mind to that night a month ago, replaying what went down. Frank’s daughter had given us all such a thrill.
She was a small girl, no more than 5 feet tall, but took us on like a champ. I remember enjoying the sight of my dick disappearing into her small frame as I fucked her from behind. Her amble ass shook with every thrust as Frank moaned encouraging phrases to his daughter as she sucked his dick. Another scene flashed in my mind of her riding John and watching her B cup tits bounce.
“You raised her right, Frank,” John offered with genuine admiration. “She was incredible.”
Frank smiled. “I appreciate that. But it was a complete surprise to me. I had no idea how she would react, but it has really brought us closer.” He looked like a proud father talking about his daughter’s piano recital performance. “And I have to add, the month since has been great. She’s joined the wife and I in the bedroom on more than a few occasions. She can’t get enough.”
John smiled admiringly. My stomach could only turn. Frank turned off the video, and they both turned to me. “OK, should we get on with the planning?,” John said.
This was no ordinary business meeting. Although it was listed in the ledger as a meeting of the board of directors, the real purpose of this meeting was to talk about fulfilling a promise made amongst friends many years ago.
In the early days of our business we had been meeting at John’s cabin as a way to escape the pressures of the city while we planned our futures. We were young and full of ambition and vigor.
One fateful evening, after rounds of heavy drinking, we found ourselves in the hot tub with John’s daughter, Becca. Like my own, Becca was a beautiful girl. Tall, slender, with pale skin and bright red hair. We had often teased John about her, talking about how all the boys must be after her. Secretly, these were all just projections of our desires to be with her.