Tennis player Marguerite is in her dad’s research program. He discovers more about her than he planned. Hope you enjoy the story! XO DG
This story contains an extramarital affair, so if you find that bothersome, do not read. If you do though, don’t complain to me about the adultery. 😀
The Doctor’s Daughter
Chapter 01
Mags, you’re going to ace the tournament,” Bunny said, tossing me a towel. Besides my dad, she was my bestie and number one supporter.
“You know I’m finally feeling pretty good about my game. More in control of all my movements,” I said, wiping the sweat from my face. We began to walk the path back to the dorm. “I have a therapy meeting with my dad tomorrow before practice, so I’ll have to come here directly from his office.”
“Lucky you! I wish Doctor Hunk would need me,” Bunny said, tossing her flame-red hair back dramatically. I laughed at her comical hots for my dad. “Yeah, well I know you don’t see it…” she said, giving me a sidelong oh sure glance.
In fact, I have long been acutely aware of how handsome my dad is. He and I had an unusual father-daughter relationship. He was a well-known orthopedic doctor surgeon that specialized in hip and knee replacement and research therapy. His study of developing muscles to protect hips and knees before they became damaged made him a worldwide name. He was considered a god amongst the sports crowd. He had a waiting list for those that want to take muscle therapy to help prevent injuries, and very few made the cut to get in the program.
I always knew my dad loved me, but we never had a close relationship. When I was young, he had an orthopedic practice he was attempting to build. Then as I reached my teen years, he began to travel the world training and lecturing. I always understood why and never felt deprived. Somehow, even when young, I knew he was doing important work.
The one link we always had was tennis He was a world-class tennis player and started me playing at four. An age my mother found too young. Now she is too wrapped up in her social stature in the community to notice what I’m doing.
Della Mae Chittenden was born into the crème of society. She was groomed to be a social maven her whole life. Although her family was disappointed in her choice of a college student that only wanted to become a doctor, she didn’t let that sway her. Her father was once mayor of the small town we live in expected big things from her- marrying into wealth, not the possibility of future wealth by the upcoming Doctor Jackson Honoré. I know what you’re thinking. Small town. This town had the oldest and most stately homes around and housed old money that they shared with the university. Especially when one could have a building with your name after the right amount of those old dollars.
It also had the best orthopedic medical school, which is also where I go to college, and where dad was a full professor. But much to my dad’s disappointment, I was there to major in marketing. Medicine was just never my interest. I was sad when I discovered that about myself. I knew he would like me to become a doctor, although he never said as much.
We never really discussed it though. By the time I was ready to think about my future, he was in the thick of his research and traveling the world to teach and lecture. During my most formative years, we passed each other as we breezed in and out. Mother now took no notice of either one of us, having a career of climbing the social ladder.
I got back to my dorm room and looked in the nearly empty refrigerator. I spent half my time here and half my time at home so didn’t keep much here. I called for pizza, grabbed an against-training-policy beer, and waited, while I considered my schedule for tomorrow.
I had classes, then a short break before the therapy appointment with dad. Well, tomorrow wasn’t therapy, it was the test to see how the therapy was doing. He did that every so often. He never admitted it, but I always believed I was the Guinea pig for the incoming Guinea pigs that signed up for his program. It was all research, so didn’t cost us anything.
*****
My father’s office was on the top floor of one of the oldest buildings on campus. A giant sandstone behemoth with peaks and spires that could be taken for a church. The view of the majestic oaks that shaded the lush green lawn was gorgeous as the leaves were just beginning to change to oranges and yellows.
I breezed by the biddy that sat at the desk outside the professor’s offices with a flip of my fingers. Her pursed lips weren’t lost on me when she noticed my multi colored blonde hair and tennis skirt showing an indecent length of leg. Lucky for her I wore a pullover sweater because the air was cooling outside.
I closed the door behind me, pulled the sweater off and carefully folded it, and placed it over my racket.
Being in his office always brought a smile. The old building hadn’t been modernized and was appointed with wide oak woodwork, floor-to-ceiling paned windows, an oak-beamed ceiling, and a worn wooden floor. Turn around and you’d see the patient’s high-low chrome medical table with a plethora of contraptions hanging from the ceiling above.
I chuckled thinking how it could be construed as a playset for sex, then laughed aloud thinking that this was my dad’s office.
I hopped up on the table and tugged my top higher. With forty D breasts, anything with a slight scoop neck became a dangerous nipple-baring peepshow. They were too large for a sports bra but did find a bra that would hold me tight, albeit pushing my tits tight together.
They still sat high on my chest, and I didn’t need the support, but I did need to have them managed to keep from bouncing while I played. I was never allowed to show that much of myself at home, so this would be a shock to my dad. If he even noticed.
Punctually at two o’clock, the door opened, and he strode in, nearly at a run.
“Marguerite, it’s wonderful to see you,” he said, dropping his case on his desk and flipping through the mail.
I studied him while he opened what appeared to be an important piece of mail. He was tall, six feet, and in perfect shape from playing tennis. His dark tan complimented the silvering of his black hair. Thick black eyebrows and long black lashes highlighted denim blue eyes. I stifled a laugh at Bunny’s perfect name for him… Doctor Hunk.
He tossed the mail on his desk and turned.
“So how have you been doing?”
I knew he wasn’t inquiring about me, but about how the therapy was affecting me. I looked up to see his glance at my cleavage. Not surprised because I knew it was the first he’d seen mine. I ran down the list that he wanted to hear. He nodded as I went through each point.
When I completed that, I turned and stretched out on the well-padded table. I put my feet flat, knees raised, forgetting that I wore the short tennis skirt with the white panties underneath. Another first for father, I thought, smiling to myself and feeling more than a bit naughty. I always assumed he had a side chick, or chicks because my mother was somewhat of a cold fish.
“Okay, we will,” he stopped to clear his throat, “start with your strength.” I raised my feet, and he hooked my ankles into the stirrups that hung from the ceiling.
My legs were spread as he raised the stirrups higher. I was to raise my lower body while he noted the muscle use and, hopefully, increasing strength.
Where normally I wore pants, his hands were now on skin. His touch was nervously light, then as I began the exercise, became firmer. His knowledgeable fingers tracked which muscles were used more, and which needed another position.
His hand felt hot on my firm ass and, then ran up the back of my leg to my knee. I repeated and his hand slid down my inner thigh until the side of his hand pressed on my heating pussy. The effect of his hands on my bare skin was much different and my body was responding. I was sure he could feel the steamy heat that built between my legs.
My chest heaved and my nipples poked lewdly through the white bra and top.
His voice snapped me out of the daydream when he said in a low gravel voice that I’d not heard before, “I’m happy with what you’ve achieved so far. I think we are missing some muscles and need to work on them. I’m going to spread your feet and see if that has any effect on those muscles.” I looked at him and nodded. He spread my feet and adjusted my legs, so they were spread wide. “I don’t want to put any stress on your joints.”
Again, his hand went to my ass with a firm grip. I began pulling myself higher, then down. He held his hand on the back of my thigh, slowly sliding lower as my muscles contracted.
My legs were so wide my pussy lips felt as though they gaped open. I wondered if my panties revealed anything besides the wetness, which I was sure was visible. He slid his hand to the base of my thigh where it joined my body, his fingers brushed the wetness. He swallowed so hard I could hear it.
The stirrups lowered and I knew the next move. I wasn’t sure if he was ready for it, or even if I was.
I placed my feet flat on the table, reached up, and grabbed the sling above my head. He would kneel on the table between my legs and check my hips while I pulled up. It flashed through my mind that this would be an excellent sex position with him up on his knees between my wide-spread legs.
I began to raise and lower my ass and he checked for muscle movement. Then he knelt on the table between my legs. It was then I saw the bulge in his pants with the distinctive wet spot. My pussy gushed at the sight. He was concentrating on his job and not meeting my eyes.
His four fingers were on my hip bones, this thumbs in the crease of my body and thighs. They remained there while I pushed up and down, totally suspended by the system. I varied my movement by just a fraction. Whether it was accidental or on purpose, I can’t tell you.
The motion moved me higher, his fingers slipped off my hipbone and his thumbs slid over my swollen pussy lips.
“Marguerite,” he said softly, almost a plea.
“Daddy.” I heard his sharp intake of breath when he heard that. I hadn’t called him that in years but it just came out.
“Oh, baby girl. I can’t help myself. Tell me to stop,” he growled, putting his fingers under the elastic of my panties and pulling them off. He put my legs over his shoulders, and I felt the heat of his breath on my sensitive pussy.
Teeth nibbled on my swollen lips. I wove my fingers through his thick black hair when his tongue touched my clit. I had to hold on for fear I’d disappear into thin air as the orgasm racked through my body.
I pulled my top and bra over each shoulder baring my tits. They were so needy I had to rub them and pinch my nipples while my dad ate me and sent me into another skyrocketing orgasm.
He looked up at me, icy blue eyes under those thick lashes. He moaned and pushed up on his knees to take a nipple between his teeth and tug. My father was an accomplished lover by the way he knew a woman’s body, and I wanted it all. He dropped to his elbows while he savored my tits, his cock throbbed in his pants, pressed against my bare cunt.
I rocked and rubbed against him. He groaned, squeezed my tits together, and worked between both nipples.
“Daddy,” I moaned, wanting… No needing, more.
He pressed his bulging mound into my wide-open pussy, and I could feel it throb against my clit. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
“Baby, we can’t,” he ground out. I reached down and squeezed his hard rod. He moaned and I slipped my hand into his trousers. His cock was hot and hard and jerked in my hand. I knew this wasn’t the time to complete our loving, but I needed to please him as he pleased me.
I squeezed the thickness and thumbed the wet head. He jerked and groaned in response. He opened his pants and lowered his zipper allowing me better access.
“I want you to cum for me,” I whispered.
His mouth covered mine, our tongues dueling and searching as I stroked his cock. He gasped in my mouth, his cock throbbed hard and hot seed flowed into my hand. He continued to moan and growl, stifling it in our mouths. I came along with him, just hearing him. Feeling him.
His body relaxed on me momentarily, then he rolled off on his feet next to the narrow table.
“I’ve never lost control like that, Marguerite,” he said quietly, righting his pants. I lay wanton on the table, legs spread revealing my wet pussy, bare breasts bounced on my heaving chest. He looked at me, savoring every detail. “You’re beautiful,” he said. “How could I never have noticed before. I wasn’t supposed to notice though, I’m your father,” he said in reproach.
I smiled. “Thank you. You’re very sexy you know.” I ignored his last comment. I suspected he noticed me on and off just as I noticed him. It was merely time and place. It would have happened eventually.
He chuckled. “I am huh.” He looked at his watch. “Hey, you need to get to practice don’t you?”
I sighed and stretched like a lazy cat. I watched him, never having seen him so relaxed. So different.
“You have lovers, don’t you?” I asked.
He looked at me with a surprised look. “Why do you ask?”
“I figured you would. Mom is pretty cool in general, so I assumed she was in bed too.”
He laughed. “Did you learn all this in college? I need to check your classes.”
It was telling that he didn’t deny it. I didn’t care really, just curious. I rolled to my side and propped my head on my hand.
I knew my bare tits were of interest because his eyes kept straying back to them. Both of my grandmothers were stacked, so I got it from them.
He put his hands on his hips. “How did you go from my daughter to a temptation in a matter of an hour?” I liked being called a temptation. “But this is wrong, Marguerite. I’m your father. I should have kept control of myself.”
“I started it,” I snipped. “I wanted it. Wanted you. Still want you.” I watched the flush creep across his face. “I want you to fuck me. I want to fuck you. I don’t care what we are to each other. You want me, don’t you?”
He sighed, blatantly staring at my body. “Help me, but yes I do.” He stepped forward and trailed his fingers across my tits, circling my nipples, watching them tighten with his touch. “You’re so responsive to me,” he murmured.
“Because I want you. I need you. I don’t know what happened. How it all happened just now. It did, is all I know.”
He looked at his watch again. “I have an appointment I can’t miss. It’s about a grant for my research.” I understood that.
“We’re not done, daddy,” I said, swinging my legs over the edge of the table and sitting up. I arched my back giving him a good look at my tits.
“We might have to check your therapy after hours if this keeps up,” he said with self-deprecating humor.
*****
“You’re late!” Bunny said, bouncing the tennis ball. “Heyyyy, wasn’t today the day you had your therapy check-up with your hunky dad?”
I placed my sweater on the bench and took my time with my racket. I turned and said, “Yes, it was. He was happy with my progress.” I hoped that would end the conversation about him.
“Oh? Did he work you over?” she grinned, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Bunny! He’s my dad for god’s sake.” I jogged to the other court.
She shrugged. “A hunk is a hunk. Who cares who he is.” I shook my head, and she stopped before making the serve. “Would you fuck him if you had a chance?”
“Bunny!” I hollered, exasperated, hoping I looked shocked at the thought. By the look on her face, she wasn’t buying it. “Serve already, would you!”
Bunny was a formidable opponent, but I beat her anyway. We stopped at the coffee cart on the way across campus and found a bench in the shade of one of the huge old oaks.
“Seriously, Mags, I mean it’s not like you’ve been all that close to your dad. He wasn’t around more than he was around. I’ve seen him on the courts here and he has a body that rivals most of the male students. Not to mention he’s drop-dead handsome.”
“So?” I shrugged, wanting to get off this topic. “So are a bunch of other professors.”
She rolled her eyes and sipped her iced coffee. “If my dad looked like that, I’d have been on him long before now. I just don’t see an issue if neither one is forced into it. If it’s a mutual attraction, why not?”
“That’s it. It has to be mutual, Bun.”
“Oh, I’m not even going to believe that he wouldn’t be attracted to you. Just your tits pop a guy’s eyes out. You’re gorgeous, girl. And, not to be rude, I’ve seen your mom and she’s like a board.” I couldn’t help but giggle with her at that.
“Yeah well…”
“Flash that cleavage at him and you’ll have him eating–something,” she laughed, and I elbowed her.
“I have to study for a test tomorrow and I’m expected at home for dinner. You know mom if I’m not there on the appointed day.”
We hugged and went our separate ways.
I walked into the house and mom appeared. “Marguerite darling, I’m so glad you could make it,” she said, hugging me and leaving a waft of her flowery perfume in my nose.
“I’m hungry, is dad going to be here?” I asked with some amount of trepidation since it had only been hours since we were together.
“Yes, I expect him as well. A nice family dinner.”
She went on to flutter around the dining room and kitchen, even though the housekeeper always made the food and had it ready to serve. We always just pretended that mom slaved in the kitchen.
I flopped into my favorite chair in the den and started to study when I heard the door and my father’s distinctive footsteps. He hesitated in the doorway to look at me, his face softening in remembrance.
“Marguerite,” he smiled.
“Jackson, I’m so glad you’re early! Marguerite is hungry so I’m going to begin getting dinner on the table,” mom said, scurrying off to the kitchen.
“Hi daddy,” I said, torn between shy and wanting to kiss him until we both ripped our clothes off.
“Baby girl, I…”
“I know.”
Hearing mom clanking dishes in the kitchen, I walked up to him, stood on tiptoe, and brushed my lips over his. The tension in his body increased for a moment, then he softened, angled his head, and kissed me most passionately. His hand was on the small of my back, pulling me into him. Our ears were alert to mom’s whereabouts, but our bodies were in tune with each other.
“I just can’t seem to resist you,” he grumbled, pulling away.
“That’s good,” I smiled and ran my hand over the bulge in his pants. “You might want to cool down before joining us at the dinner table though.” I gave his hard rod a squeeze and swayed my hips off to the dining room.
Mom chattered away while we ate. Dad smiled and listened. I rubbed my foot up and down his leg. When dessert time came, I enjoyed the cannoli by licking the cream from each end with my tongue, while mom scolded me for using my fingers. Dad cleared his throat and changed the subject.
******
The following week I had several hours free after a grueling series of tests so I headed to the courts. Bunny wasn’t available, so I just snagged someone that was hanging around and soundly whipped their ass. When I came off the court, dad was on the bench.
“You’re playing?” I asked, seeing him in tennis whites.
He nodded. “I was but my partner didn’t show, so I watched my daughter take no mercy.”
I grinned, propped my foot on the bench, and leaned over to retie my shoe, giving him a perfect view. “I wished I’d known you were here. It has been a long time since you and I played.” I smiled. “Tennis that is.”
“You’re incorrigible,” he grumbled. I noticed the bulge in his white tennis shorts and knew I’d gotten his attention. I turned around, accidentally dropped my headband, and bent over at the waist in front of him. “I didn’t know you were such a vixen, baby girl.”
“Only for you, daddy.” I sat next to him on the bench. “So, when can we play?”
“I assume you don’t mean tennis, naughty girl.”
I wrapped my arms around myself, feigning coolness, but knew it pushed my tits together and up out of the v-neck top. My nipples hardened under his gaze.
He laid his tennis racket across his thighs. “Your seduction is working you know,” he sighed.
“It is? You mean I could straddle your lap, and slide down your big fat daddy pole?”
“Oh my god,” he growled. “If you’re asking if I want to fuck you, the answer obviously is yes. I look at you, see my daughter, but can’t fight the physical need I have for you. I want you more than anything, Marguerite. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t say no to you.”
I smiled. I saw the seriousness of his decision in his eyes. It didn’t come easy to him. At that moment I knew I would make sure he never regretted his decision. I put my hand on the bench next to his and wrapped my little finger around his. The courts were empty, but it wouldn’t be odd to see a father and daughter close and talking.
“And the answer is yes,” he said out of the blue. I looked at him quizzically. “You asked if I had other women. I’m not proud of it, but yes, I have. You had a sense as to why. Once your mom got pregnant with you, I discovered that was all she wanted. To get out from under her parents and have a child. She was no longer interested in me or our marriage. I tried and waited ten years for her to respond to me until she told me to find someone else.” He straightened up, looked off, and said, “So I did.”
“I’m sorry daddy,” I said sadly. I’d always sensed that he was sad, which made him distant.
“I never stopped loving your mother.”
“I know.” I knew it to be true. He had been deeply hurt and created a shell around himself.
He looked at me pensively. “I don’t know how you can be so sensual, and your mother…”
“Because I’m like you,” I said simply. “You’re a very sexy man. Half the campus girls are hot for you.” He laughed loudly. “I’m serious. I’m often asked about you.”
“I’m too old for their interest,” he scoffed.
“You underestimate your sex appeal.” I shrugged. “A man is a man, no matter his age… Or relation.” I thought for a moment before going on. “I never thought of you in a sexual way until you began to touch me during the check. The hands and fingers that are so skillful in surgery, carry over to the touch of a body. I know you didn’t mean it to be sexual, but it was. You turned me on, and it was then I saw you as a man and not just my dad.”
Dad announced that evening at dinner that he would be lecturing at a university for six weeks. Normally I took those announcements in stride, hardly paying much attention to his schedule. This time it was different. I looked at him in alarm, but he avoided my eyes. Mom, used to his travels, said nothing.
Later after I tossed and turned for an hour, I decided to go down to the gym and run some of my anxiety off. This was such a new relationship for us, that I was unsure how to handle it, but I knew I did indeed have to figure it out.
I saw the light in the crack under the door and quietly opened the door and slipped in. Dad was already there and running on the treadmill.
He glistened with sweat as his muscles moved under his skin. I had seen the specialty running shorts he wore coming from the laundry, and it occurred to me that it was probably my first sexual thoughts of my dad.
The sides were open to the elastic waist, with only an inch or so overlap. Had I not already seen them, I wouldn’t have known that the bulge in the front was created by a mesh pocket that was sewn into the front waist that cradled his balls and cock. I could see how it held them high and front when he ran.
My panties were getting soaked as I thought about it. I had brief and tight running shorts on and only my bra, so my nipples poked through in response.
“Marguerite,” he huffed out when he saw me in the mirror reflection. He slowed down but kept his eyes on me. “You wanted to run as well.” I smiled, watching him pace slower.
“I was.”
He noticed my nipples and the damp spot in my grey cotton shorts. His bulge increased and pushed out further in his shorts.
He ratcheted down his pace again, his face changing to want and need. He jumped off the treadmill as it stopped. His package bobbed lewdly in front of him, rocketing my desire even higher, as he stalked over to me.
“Those are so hot, daddy,” I said, staring at his shorts.
“I’m glad you like the baby. You created this monster,” he chuckled, looking down at the lecherous-looking package.
“Mmm,” I whimpered as he reached behind me and unhooked my bra, watching my breasts pop out of their tight confines.
“That’s better. I mean I’m nearly naked, so you should be as well.”
He thumbed my nipples, and his fingers stroked the sensitive underside of my breasts. I slipped my hand under his shorts and squeezed his throbbing cock still confined in the mesh pouch. I weighed them in my hand.
“So fucking sexy,” I breathed.
“Oh baby, what your hand on my cock does to me. Like no other,” he moaned in my ear, sliding his lips down my neck to my shoulder. He lifted my tit and caught my nipple between his teeth.
I arched my back shoving my tit into his face. He sucked my nipple longer and harder, then worked the same magic on the other. He shoved my shorts down at the same time I pushed his down. His cock sprung up against me and I moaned. The power that I did that to him coursed through me.
“I want to fuck you,” I murmured. “I want you inside me, daddy.”
“We will, baby, we will,” he said, his lips moving against mine. “But when I slide my cock deep inside you, I want you beneath me in bed, I want you on top and riding me. I want the whole night for us, to love to fuck to play. I want to taste you, baby. I need to feel my cock inside you,” his hand went between my legs and stroked between my swollen folds, “in your depths. I want you to cum so hard you come apart in my arms. To watch your face when you cum for me. I want to send you higher than you’ve ever been.”
He slipped a finger inside me, then another, and began to finger fuck me and I did just as he said… I came apart in his arms in a rocketing orgasm that shook me in his arms.
“Yeah baby, just like that,” he hoarsely whispered in my ear. “Let’s go get in the tub and talk about what’s in our future.”
He led me by the hand to a small whirlpool he had installed. It was the size of a large soaking tub and only for one, but once he got in, I easily stretched out on top of him. His hard cock was trapped against my ass.
The warm water swirled around our bodies creating an even more erotic experience. He stroked my body over my tits, down my stomach, and between my legs.
“Baby girl you feel so good against me. I can’t wait until we can be together. The wait will be tough, but it will be perfect and so worth it,” he whispered in my ear. I groaned and jerked while he quickly brought me to another climax.
I rolled in the water and kissed him. He held my ass and ground against me. I reached between us and began to stroke his rock-hard shaft. He growled and began to thrust up, driving his cock through my hands. I wiggled my legs between him so my knees were under his ass, keeping his cock out of the water.
His balls floated on the surface while I toyed with them and kept stroking his length. He gripped the sides of the tub, got louder, and pushed his cock higher. I leaned over and let him drive his cock deep into my mouth.
He shouted louder at that and began to fuck my mouth. The water splashed out around us, but we didn’t care. I wanted to take him higher as I loved the feel of his cock in my mouth.
“Oh god yeah, baby… Don’t stop…” His head fell back. “Yeah yeah yeah,” he ground out. “Your mouth is so hot,” he growled as he fucked my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the length and grazed my teeth across the sensitive skin. He grunted loudly, faster with his thrusts. My lips were tight around the hot shaft.
Suddenly she shouted and his cock exploded in my mouth. I tugged on his balls as he came which brought another lusty shout as I swallowed his hot seed. His muscles were tense and began to relax as I let him slip out of my mouth.
“Fucking hell girl,” he growled, pulling me over his body and kissing me. “I’m not going to ask where you learned to do that.”
“I just did. I don’t know why I thought of it. Glad I didn’t hurt you,” I admitted.
“No, not by far. You shot me off into the stratosphere with that. I’ve never had such a hard orgasm. Thank you, baby.” He kissed me softly and sweetly. “When I get back, we will plan our time alone. Somehow somewhere it will happen.”
******
Two days later he was gone from my life for six weeks. I tried not to mope around and spent less time at the house and more in the dorm, so mom didn’t wonder what was wrong. But never one to miss a thing, Bunny noticed.
“So, you’ve not been yourself my darling,” Bunny said, shoving her plate of French fries between us. “Something is going on.”
I shrugged. “I’m alright. Just one of those things I guess.”
She took a bite of her hamburger and surveyed my face like she was looking for a breakout. I could almost hear the gears cranking in her head and braced myself for the result.
“Hmm, nothing much going on with you… “She swiped a fry across the ketchup and sucked it off, looking at me thoughtfully. Suddenly her face brightened. “Doctor Hunk is gone, isn’t he?”
Oh crap.
I nodded and shrugged, acting disinterested in that fact. “Yeah, he’s lecturing for six weeks.”
She got quiet and demolished more of her sandwich while I just nibbled mine, not really hungry. He had only been gone a week and I was missing him immensely and it seemed impossible to hide it. Especially from my best friend.
“You know there’s nothing wrong with two consenting adults doing what they want,” she said.
I nodded, still trying to keep my expression bland.
“I mean, no matter what their relationship,” she said, looking me straight in the eye.
I’m not sure how she guessed. I never indicated my interest in him to her. If anything, it was the opposite. She was the one that had the hots for him and would go on and on.
“Bunny,” I said. Whether it was in warning or a plea, I don’t know.
“I knew a long time ago, Mags. When I’d talk about your dad, you were always so quick to tell me how you didn’t see how sexy he is and all that. The only woman that could deny his sexiness would be dead,” she laughed, and I had to laugh as well.
“You’re right. Are you happy now?” I said, laughing. I had to admit it felt good getting it out. Our secret was hard to keep but wasn’t something to talk to just anyone about. Bunny would be the one I could trust. The only one.
She grinned. “I’ll be happy once you tell me all the deets!”
I went on to tell her everything. She leaned across the booth table in rapt attention. Fortunately, no one sat near us so I could tell her the whole story.
“Damn Mags, you made my panties wet with that story,” she said, fanning her face. “I have to admit I’m so jealous. I’d love to get that man between my legs. Phew!”
We giggled and laughed, and I ended up feeling much better. There was still a part of me that wondered if I should have shared my relationship with my dad with anyone, but I dismissed it that it was my best friend, and she wouldn’t wrong me.
******
This was the second week he was gone, and although we often talked in the evenings, it wasn’t enough. I missed him terribly. I missed his presence on campus and most certainly his intimate presence.
After a short train trip, I found myself at the front door of his borrowed condo. I stood for a moment, backpack slung over my shoulders, my head tipped back to look at the three-story glass-faced modern building. It edged the city, so looked out over the countryside, which had to be spectacular during the day. The second floor was brightly lit, and I wondered if it was where dad was.
It never occurred to me that he might not be alone, I thought in a moment of panic. But it was too late to catch the train home. I’d have to chance it. I rang the doorbell and waited.
After a moment the big heavy door swung open, and dad stood there with a look of surprise and happiness on his face.
“Marguerite! Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? Come in come in!” He stepped aside and closed and locked the door behind me. “Come on up. The living area is on the second floor to take advantage of the view.”
He followed me up the open metal stairs, fitting with the modern exterior.
“Something smells good,” I murmured, my stomach rumbling reminding me that I didn’t have time to eat before I caught the train.
“Just in time, baby. I was making Bolognese sauce. I believe that was your favorite?” he smiled.
“Yes!” Sometimes he would make it for dinner for us when mom was out for the evening, and we’d give the housekeeper time off. “I love it.”
I put my backpack down and slipped onto a stool at the big white granite island. He stood on the other side just smiling at me.
“God, it’s great to see you baby. I’ve missed you. I felt so bad I had to leave right at the beginning…” he trailed off when I nodded.
“Were you getting ready to shower?” I asked, noticing that all he wore was a towel wrapped around his waist.
I saw a flush creep across his cheeks. “Well actually, when I’m not home I tend to forgo clothing. I like the freedom. I only had this towel on because I was cooking and– Well I didn’t want to burn anything important,” he said, and we both laughed.
He poured us each a glass of wine and put noodles on to boil.
I looked at my watch. “We’re going to have a helluva midnight snack,” I giggled.
His eyes grew sultry and dark. “And more…” he said with promise.
“So, I sort of feel overdressed,” I said, eyeing his muscular torso.
“I agree. I think you should remedy that while I drain the noodles and get everything ready.”
He turned and while he dished up our plates, I slipped out of my clothes. I was perched back on the stool naked by the time he turned.
“Better,” I said, smiling.
He swallowed hard. “Oh baby, it’s more than that. I still can’t believe you’re here with me. I wish I’d known. I’d have planned for it.”
I twirled the noodles on my fork. The scent of the Bolognese sauce and the savory sauce hit my tongue and I was in heaven. I finished off the whole plate in no time.
“Daddy, you don’t have to do anything special for me. Although I am glad I timed it for this,” I grinned, holding the fork dripping with the thick savory sauce. “Oops,” I said looking down at a drip of sauce that landed on my naked breast.
He got off his stool and came around the island. “I’ll take care of that.” He leaned over and licked it off, then sucked on my nipple for a moment.
“Mmmm feels so good. I missed you so much, daddy.”
“I missed you too. So much,” he whispered, his lips brushing mine. “I think it’s time for us, don’t you?”
I nodded, knowing what he meant. He took my hand and led me up another metal stepped open staircase. Being naked with the glass walls, I felt as though I was on display to anyone and everyone. Instead of embarrassing me as it should have, I flushed with excitement that someone could actually be watching us.
“Wow.” The bedroom was like all the rest, glass walled. The platform bed sat dead center in front of the windows. I could see the twinkling of lights far off, but nothing nearby. It was too dark to tell much of anything. “No one can see us?”
He chuckled and shrugged. “Possibly. I’ve never thought of it. Does it excite you to think that someone could watch us?”
He stood behind me and wrapped his arms around me. His hard cock nestled against my ass.
“I think it is very arousing to consider it. What do you think they’d say if they knew we were father and daughter too?”
He hefted my tits in his hands and teased my nipples harder. “What would they think when they saw a father playing with his daughter’s fantastic tits like this? Would they be shocked, or turned on I wonder?” I moaned softly as he teased my nipples. “I know any man would be jealous that I have such a beautiful woman in my arms.”
“But also, the woman watching would be envious of me having such a handsome man. Someone with such an athletic body. They’d want you to themselves.”
He kissed the side of my neck, his breath soft in my ear. “Baby, I know this is so wrong. I tried to talk myself out of continuing with you. That up until now, we haven’t committed the ultimate intimacy and we had time to change our minds.”
I immediately shook my head. “That’s why I’m here. I need you. I need to feel you inside me. I want you to fill me with the same seed you made me with.”
He growled and ran a hand down my stomach between my legs. His finger unerringly found my clit and he had me shuddering in a long moaning orgasm.
“You’re so wet for me.”
I stretched my arms over my head and arched my back, shoving my ass hard against his cock. I turned, took his hand, and led him over to the bed. Pulling him on top of me, he settled between my soft thighs.
“It’s time, daddy.”
I reached between us and rubbed the head of his cock up and down my wet slit. His precum mixed with my wet heat. He jerked at the sensation on the sensitive tip. I held it to my entrance, and he slowly pushed in while our eyes locked. I moaned softly as his cock stretched the tight wet canal.
“You’re so tight, Marguerite. We fit perfectly. I made you for me,” he murmured as he bottomed out and ground in deeper.
I placed my feet flat on the bed and pushed up, meeting his thrust. He groaned when our bodies slammed together. The wet sound, the smell of our hot sex. In the back of my mind, I knew that lights were shining down on the bed, highlighting our writhing naked bodies to anyone that might look up.
“Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me hard. Cum for me. I need you so bad,” I whimpered.
He groaned loud and pounded in harder, deeper. My tits bounced on my chest from the force of our fucking.
My senses overwhelmed and rocketed me over the edge, and I screamed out a toe-curling orgasm. He slammed into me one more time, his cock throbbed hard, and the hot flow of his seed filled me.
We kissed and he rolled to my side. We both had to catch our breath from the final exertion.
I woke up once in the middle of the night with his mouth on me. His tongue teased my clit until I came on his face, my juices running down his chin.
We dozed off again but awoke to the sun streaking through the glass wall.
“I really want to stay here all day and fuck you,” he said in a coarse voice, but my body needs a bit of rest. I just sucked him awake and drank all his seed, so I knew what he was meaning. “How about we go out to breakfast, and I show you around this little town?”
We showered and after finding the perfect breakfast spot, began wandering the streets. It suddenly occurred to me that he knows this town well.
“She lives here, doesn’t she?” I asked.
He looked at me in surprise. “Yes, she does. How did you–Oh my familiarity with the town?” I nodded. “You’re very observant,” he smiled.
We walked hand in hand for a while. “She knows you’re here?” I asked, feeling a tinge of jealousy.
“She does, yes. I called her when I got here.” I was shocked at how quickly tears came to my eyes. “I called her to tell her we were done. I couldn’t continue seeing her.”
“Really?” He nodded. “She must have been upset. I would be.”
He put his arm around my shoulders. “You don’t have to worry about losing me, Marguerite. But yes, she was, but I do think she understood. I didn’t want to hurt her. It was something I never should have started, but I had needs and I couldn’t get your mom to come around. It was as though she flipped a switch. Hot, then cold.”
“I get that. And I’m glad you thought about her feelings,” I said sincerely.
We walked in the door of the condo and couldn’t get our clothes off fast enough. I ran up the stairs first and dove onto the bed, but he was right behind me.
“You are the naughtiest daughter ever. And I love it.”
“You are a naughty dad and I love it. Now I need you inside me again. I’m very needy you know.”
He grinned when I indicated he should roll on his back. I straddled him and aimed his thick cock at my cunt. His chest heaved while he watched me and felt me fondling his cock and balls. He whistled through his teeth when I lowered myself just enough to take the fat head into my steamy heat.
“Oh yeah baby, I want you to ride me. Take control.”
I slid down the length of his pole and ground down taking him deeper. I rocked forward and kissed him, dropping my tits on his chest and rubbing his nipples. That angle rubbed his shaft on my clit, and I whimpered out a shuddering orgasm.
I sat up and rocked, squeezing his hard shaft with my cunt muscles. I saw the light from his phone and a call came through. I picked it up.
“Leslie. Is it her?”
He nodded and reached for the phone. “Talk to her.” I hit the speaker and set it on his chest.
“Jackson?”
“Yeah, hi Les,” dad said trying to normalize his voice while frowning at me for doing that.
I kept rocking and squeezing. Keep talking to her, I mouthed. He frowned again.
“I wonder if we could talk. Maybe you can reconsider. We are so good together. You know that,” she said in a sultry sexy voice.
“I just can’t, Les.” I raised up and slid back down. He groaned, trying to stifle it too late. He swallowed hard. “It’s better this way. I need to try to get my life together at home.”
I leaned on his chest and rode up and down his pole quickly, causing another moan.
“Are you okay, Jackson? You know I’ve been sitting here thinking of you and you know what that means. How wet you get me,” she said breathlessly.
I raised my eyebrows now knowing they had phone sex as well as the real thing. Keep going, I mouthed.
I raised and this time clenched my inner muscles to milk his cock. He moaned louder.
“Oh Jackson, you’re going to cum for me?” she said, moaning. We could hear the buzz of her vibrator.
I clenched again and raised causing him the same arousing groan. He didn’t realize that the exercises he gave me in therapy, also served to tighten my cunt even more than it would be at my young age. It was the same effect as doing Kegels, the pelvic exercises women do.
Leslie moaned in return to his as she busied herself with the vibrator. I didn’t make a sound, just continued to ride his cock. He grimaced while he tried to maintain some control, but I increased my speed and bounced on his cock.
“Stroke it, Jackson… I love when you do that… Mmm… I’m cumming soon just hearing you… You’re hot tonight,” she said, her breath huffing through the phone.
His cock throbbed hard inside me and blew a fountain of hot cum deep inside me. He grunted each pump and shouted as he flew off the peak.
“Oh my god, Jackson, I’ve never heard you so hot,” she whimpered, moaning out her own orgasm.
I reached over and ended the connection.
He pulled me against him.
“Phew, that was ummm… Shocking,” he said. “Not sure how nice that was to Leslie though,” he frowned.
“Maybe not but look at it this way. She had no idea you were with anyone. You really didn’t talk to her, just moaned and groaned. It was a nice goodbye to her.”
“You’re right, but now she’ll think I want to get back together with her,” he sighed, scrubbing his face with his hand.
“Look at it as your last orgasm together,” I smiled. “And a pretty good one for you too, I’d say. Admit it, having phone sex with your lover while your daughter rode your cock was pretty fucking hot, wasn’t it?”
He growled and rolled me to my back, looming over me.
“Yeah, it was hot. Don’t do it again though.”
I laughed and agreed.
We stayed in and enjoyed the rest of the weekend together until I caught my train back on Sunday evening.
“I’m so glad you did this baby,” he said, kissing me at the station.
“We needed time together.”
“Yes, and we did the ultimate. No going back now.”
I wonder what our future holds, I thought waving to him from the train window.
~to be continued~