by Cheryl Ryder
“I'll have you know that your mother loves my taste in wine.”
Daddy washed dishes and I dried, and we watched a bit of TV but I went to bed early. The day was turning out too weird and a little extra sleep was just what I needed. I dreamed about my date the night before, only this time Daddy was the one learning over me on the couch, pushing against me until I woke up.
I looked around my room and the clock said 10:30 pm. I went into the kitchen to get a glass of water because my throat was dry. Then I walked back down the hall. I heard music playing in my parents' room and I figured Daddy was just being a night owl as always. I thought I should talk to him and thank him properly for the dinner. The door was cracked, so I peeked in. “Hey, Daddy, I wanted to—”
I froze in my tracks. He was laying in bed with the computer on, which was playing porn. He had a large black object that looked like an oversized flashlight in his lap. He jumped when he heard me. “Holy shit, Pam, what are you doing?” First he tried to hide the black thing behind his back. His manhood stood straight up, glistening in the light and huge compared to my distant memories of him. He noticed me staring at him and covered himself with his hands.
“Is this some kind of revenge for earlier? I can’t believe you! Get out!” he yelled.
I turned around and ran out the door. I felt horrified for walking in on him in a private moment and overwhelmed by seeing his hardness in real life after all of the dreams I’d been having. I went into the kitchen and grabbed the unfinished wine bottle and filled a glass. I took a couple of gulps, and then sipped the rest as I felt the warmth travel to my head.
After a couple of minutes, Daddy came into the kitchen wearing boxers and a t-shirt. He looked at me from the doorway and then pointed at the bottle. “Is there any of that left? I could kind of use some right now.”
I handed him the bottle and he got a small water glass and filled it up, then drank half of it immediately. I arched an eyebrow at him but he scoffed and said “This wine is lucky it’s not in a box.”
We leaned against the counters, standing there for minutes, and then Daddy broke the silence again. “It was a toy. It feels like the real thing and whenever your mother's not around I just sort of make do, you know? I’m sorry I yelled, but, well, it was really embarrassing.”
“No, it’s okay. I really shouldn’t have walked in on you. I just heard music and I thought you were hanging out. I just wanted to thank you for dinner. You did something really nice for me and I sure found some way to repay you.”
“Don’t beat yourself up. Like you said, we’re both adults, right? Some day you’ll have sex and you’ll know what it’s like to miss that physical connection.”
He drank another quarter of the glass. I took a bigger swallow and said, “Yeah, I think I can imagine how you must feel.”
Daddy froze for a second, and then looked at me. “Oh yeah? How’d that date go?”
“I, uh, don’t want to talk about it. I mean, we fooled around but it didn’t go that far. Besides, he...” My voice trailed off. Suddenly I felt really uncomfortable. I drank the rest of my wine but instantly regretted it.
“What happened? Wait, was he pushy? He didn’t make you do anything you didn’t—”
“No, no, nothing like that. He just... we were making out and he... had an accident.”
“Oh...” Daddy said. He stared into his glass and then drank the rest of it. “Wow. I guess that’s kind of a lot of information. Sorry I asked, but thanks for being open with me.”
“Yeah,” I said. I looked at my empty glass. “I guess I've really grown up, didn’t I, Daddy?”
“Don’t worry though, baby. You’ll always be my little girl.” Daddy moved in for a hug. I put down my glass and held on to him. I put my head on his shoulder and put my arms around him as he pulled me into a full body embrace. “And I still love you. I’ve really missed you this year.”
My head swam a little from all of the wine and I became aware of the heat of his body and the feel of his body against me. I was jealous. He could eat anything he wanted and was still gorgeous. My mind didn’t process that it was strange to think about my own father that way. “I love you too, Daddy. I missed you so much and you were even ending up in my dreams.”
Suddenly I felt sad. I asked out loud, “Daddy, can you sleep next to me tonight? I don’t feel like sleeping alone.”
Daddy looked at me strangely. “Are you really sure about that?”
“I know it’s weird,” I said, “but I’ve been dreaming about you for a month. It would really help me sleep better.”
“Well, I guess I could,” he said. “You always did used to get scared.”
I squeezed him tighter and kissed him on the cheek.
Together we went back into my room and I pulled back the covers. I was wearing a camisole and boy shorts, and he was still in boxers and a t-shirt. I got in bed and Daddy sat beside me. I turned out the light and pulled him to me. We shifted around under the covers and settled down in a spooning position. I loved feeling him next to me. We lay there for a bit and then I asked him, “Are you hot?”
“Just a little,” he said.
“Maybe you should take off your shirt,” I said.
“You don’t mind? I’m not sure you’d be comfortable with that.”
I reassured him. “No, I usually sleep without a shirt too. I could do the same thing so we match.” The wine must’ve gone to my head because I sat up and pulled my camisole off and threw it over him on the floor, then I reached over to take his shirt off. We lay down again and he put his arms around me, and then started when he touched my bare stomach. I grabbed his hands as he took them away and held them against me.
“You’re topless.”
“Shirtless,” I said. “And so are you. We’re both adults, didn’t we say that earlier?”
I felt him relax and snuggle close to me. His hand stroked my stomach which sent waves of electricity up and down my body. I pressed myself back into him and he sighed. Then I felt something hard press against my leg. He tried to get up, but I stopped him.
“Daddy, don’t worry about it. I know it happens sometimes. Just relax. I want you next to me.”
“But you can feel it against you.” he protested.
“So what? We’re both mature. And besides, I’m topless. You could feel my boobs against you.” To prove the point I grabbed his hand and pulled it up higher onto one of my boobs. Instinctively he squeezed the nipple between his fingers. I felt his body throb against my leg. It made my head swim and I let out a contended moan.
“Pam, this isn’t a good idea.”
“Why not?” I asked. “I just want to be with you. I’d trust you even naked. I can prove it.” I sat up and slid my underwear down my legs and tossed them onto the ground. With my skin uncovered I was aware of a wetness between my legs again. I lay back down and said, “Now it’s your turn.”
Daddy didn’t move at first. But then he curled up, slipped his underwear down, and removed them. Then he straightened out again, but stayed on his back and didn’t spoon me. I rolled over and put my arm over his chest. I could feel his pecs tremble as he held his breath. I put my leg over his. Just above my knee, my thigh touched the base of his diamond-hard member. “Your member is really hard,” I said.
“You mean my cock?” he said. “Yeah, well, that’s the fun of sleeping alone when you're a guy. Look, are you sure you’re okay with all of this?”
“Of course I am,” I said. “I mean, it’s just the two of us anyway right? No one else has to know.” I pressed my face into his neck. He sighed and he seemed to relax a bit more. “You know, I had the strangest dream on the plane about you.”
“What was it?” he asked sleepily. The wine must have affected Daddy as much as it did me.
“You saved me from spies,” I said, “and then when we hugged suddenly we were naked and you were hard down there,” I said. “Your cock,” I continued, trying out the word he used.
“You dreamt about
me like that?” Daddy said with an incredulous tone.
“Yeah. It was a weird dream.” I giggled. “You were pressed against me like this,” I said and slid on top of his body. The underside of his hard cock seemed to nestle along my cleft and I felt the heat run along my vulva and concentrate on my stomach where his head pressed against my body. I rubbed my face against his and said “And then we kissed.”
Then I just let myself go. I pressed my lips against his and I felt his cock throb underneath me. We kissed—closed mouthed at first, but kissed over and over and soon my lips parted and I ran my tongue along his lips. His cock throbbed again and he opened his mouth and our tongue found each others and met. The feeling shot through me and I actually felt moisture run down my cleft and land on his cock. I had never imagined myself doing anything like this with Daddy but it all felt so right.
He pulled away from the kiss and I panted and worried that he would push me off of him but instead he kissed my neck and started to work his way down. I scooted up on him so he could kiss my breasts and he took my nipple in his mouth and sucked it gently. I arched my back as I became even wetter and he flicked his tongue across my nipple and then slid it in a circle. The sensation made me shudder and as my body rocked I felt Daddy's cock slide along my cleft. I jerked forward and our now slick bodies slid past each other until I was slightly higher up his stomach and the tip of his cock was pressed against my vulva.
I took Daddy's face in my hands. In the dark I could barely see his expression. “Do you love me, Daddy?” I asked.
“Baby, I’ve always loved you. I always will,” he said. I pushed myself down. His cockhead parted my cleft and stretched it ever so slightly. We both froze, poised on the brink of a cliff. A turning point. A decision that could never be changed. Eternity held its breath for us.
“I love you too,” I said, and forced myself down.
The stretching sensation as his cock entered my love canal was both painful and exquisite. Involuntarily I started to lift back up, and Daddy's hands grabbed my hips and forced me back down, even further this time. Half of him was inside me and it filled me in a way I’d never felt before. He started grinding his hips upward, his cock determined to explore deeper inside me than anyone ever before. I pushed back, until I could feel his pubes against me, sliding with a crackly sound together.
His cock felt both hot and hard and he pulled me on top of him so he could roll on top of me. He scooted higher to force my legs wide open and as he pushed deeper inside me I surrendered to him. He started moving rhythmically, a dance he knew well but I’d only imagined. Our lips managed to stay together as our bodies slid past one another, his sweat mixing with mine to ease our intimate dance. I wiggled underneath him, relishing the pleasure of real sex while I felt my pussy squeeze against his cock, which throbbed in response. We became synchronized dancers, rising to meet the falling of the other, both wanting to be joined as tightly and deeply as possible.
The pace sped up. I could feel his balls slap against my ass with a wet sound as we both surrendered to our bodies’ passion. I felt the tension build up deep inside me as I started to build to a climax. I recognized the beautiful feeling of anticipation and lust that I’d felt during my date and I knew that it would result in nothing I had ever experienced before. As he started pumping harder and faster my head started hitting the headboard as we both moaned around each others lips.
Suddenly he pushed deep inside me, and I felt his cock swell up to what felt like twice its size before heat suddenly burst forth from the head, filling my insides with his precious seed. The unexpected sensation sent me over the edge and I came hard, an animal cry escaping through my open mouth.
We collapsed, happy and spent, and slept late the next day. As it turns out, Daddies and their little girls can shower together after all. And they can sleep together too. And sometimes—just sometimes—they can explore a love deeper than they ever imagined possible. Especially if they have two more days to explore.
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About the Author
Cheryl Ryder loves mixing the familiar with desire in ways that tickle the most forbidden fantasies. These exotic journeys take her on vicarious experiences that real life sometimes denies.