It seemed to me that my father was always too busy to
pay attention to me. He seemed to stay at his computer
all day, not doing anything but staring at his business
spreadsheet. You see he was an accountant, and ran his
business from home.
I needed to find a way to get his attention. Momma was
long gone, having run away with the guy next door. And
I could hardly even think about her without a feeling
little hostility. There was never any thought of
custody. Dad had raised me from the time I was ten
years old without a peep from my mother.
I had no idea what my father did for sex. He didn’t
seem to date very much, and most of the women he did
meet were simply introduced by friends, and he would
take them to dinner once or twice. He never brought
them home, and he never spent the night at their house.
I suppose he jacked off a lot. Once, I even searched
his room for dirty magazines and videos, but found
I really had hoped that I would find some dirty
magazines, so that I could look at the pictures and
play with myself, but there just weren’t any. I was
hoping to see pictures of some woman sucking a guy’s
long, hard dick. (One of my fantasies.)
I went into his study, there he was, at the computer
screen, working away on a spreadsheet for one of his
That was it! I was tired of being ignored, I was tired
of competing for my father’s attention. All those long
suppressed feelings welled up and… I had an idea!
I ran upstairs and took off my clothes. I took a quick
shower, putting on some body lotion that smelled sweet
and fresh. I went to my dresser, and found a T-shirt.
Putting it on, I looked in front of the mirror and saw
how revealing it was, showing my erect nipples through
I rummaged through my dresser and found a pair of
shorts. Nah, I thought, and I went to my closet, and
there, hanging under plastic, was the cheerleader
skirt I had used in my junior year at high school. I
took it off the rack; it smelled of mothballs.
Putting the skirt on anyway, I pulled it up about six
inches higher than it should have been, and pulled the
hem of the T-shirt down. I looked in the mirror.
YES! I could almost see my pussy hairs, but not quite.
Perfect, I thought, this will give him a raging boner
if ever there was one. I was hot to see his reaction.
I wanted to see what he would say, and to see if there
was a positive bulge in his pants.
I suppose this all sounds pretty perverted to the
average reader. I guess it is. All I can say for my-
self is that we’d been living alone together for years,
and I loved my Dad. I mean that I loved him like a
woman loves a man.
I’d had Dad to myself for almost 9 years, and I cooked
for him, did his laundry, and had become his companion,
his friend. So we didn’t have the usual relationship
that most fathers and daughters had. Ours was special.
Any way as ran down the stairs to my Father’s study, I
could feel myself getting, the tingling in my pussy
making me stop at the bottom of the stairs and run my
fingers across my pussy lips.
No time to play with myself, I thought, as I opened
the door and went into his study.
I went over to his overstuffed “guest” chair and sat,
watching him peer intently at the screen as his fingers
danced across the keys. I lifted a leg, putting my bare
foot on the cushion in front of me. He sniffed the air.
“Gee, you smell nice,” he said to the computer screen.
“Thanks Dad,” I said.
“What are we having for dinner —” He turned to me
and stopped in mid-sentence, his eyes going from under
my skirt, where my pussy lips were getting a lot of
air, to my T-shirt, where my nipples were hard and
dark through the material.
He swallowed and looked away. He looked back at me, at
my face, and said, “Have you decided what you want to
do for dinner?” His voice quivered as he spoke.
I moved my knee a little higher, letting the hem of
the cheerleader skirt fall farther off my thigh. I
didn’t miss his glance.
He was looking straight at my cunt. I felt faint with
excitement when I saw him shift in his chair, as if
trying to find a more comfortable position for his
hardon. His tongue darted out, licking his lips.
“What’s the matter Daddy?” I asked.
He swallowed again. “Isn’t that your cheerleader
uniform?” he asked in almost a squeak.
I nodded. “It feels kinda comfortable, so I just
thought I’d throw it on, you know.”
He nodded, never taking his eyes from my pussy. I
spread my legs a little more for him, and his eyes
“You like the view?” I suddenly asked.
He jerked, as if suddenly touching a hot wire. He
looked away. “Sorry about that,” he mumbled to his
“I’m not sorry at all. I like the way you looked at
He turned to me and looked me right in the eye. “What?”
I spread my legs again, which caused him to move his
gaze from my face to my crotch.
He licked his lips again, and I reached down and lifted
my skirt up to my belly, spreading my legs wide for
He just sat there, his mouth hanging open. His breath-
ing was coming in rapid gasps, and he shifted his
He moved off the chair, and there it was, a great big
bulge in his pants. I looked at it, and then at his
face. “Nice boner Dad,” I said.
Before he could say anything else or even move away, I
reached up and ran my fingers across the material where
his cock pushing into. Sure enough, it was rock-hard.
My Dad gasped and closed his eyes. Then he looked down
at me, and he moved away, getting on his knees in
front of me. He leaned toward me and lifted my
T-shirt away from my chest. He looked at my tits for
a few seconds, then leaned forward and opened his
mouth, running his tongue across my hard nipples. His
hands went to my crotch, and I could feel his shake
fingers move across my pussy.
His touch was like a jolt to my nervous system, as if
someone had mistaken my cunt for an electric socket.
I pushed him away and stood. I reached down and grabbed
the hem of my T-shirt and pulled it over my head, then
released the catch on my skirt, letting it fall to the
floor. I stood in front of my Father naked, looking at
his obvious please in his little girl’s body.
I reached down and pulled him up to me. We kissed like
lovers. He was all over me then, totally out of control
with long withheld sexual tension. God it was
After withstanding his onslot for a minute I took him
by the hand and led him to his bedroom.
I lay on the bed and said in the sexiest voice I could
muster. “Fuck me, Daddy, I want you to fuck me.”
He tore off his clothes, his cock jerking up and
sticking straight up. It was a big cock, jutting out
from masses of dark curly hair. The head of his dick
was bright purple and wet looking. His balls swayed as
he moved across the bed to me.
The sight of a man, and adult male really turned me on.
I was used to teenaged boys, but this was an
experienced man, and man-sized lover. One touch, and I
would have cum right then and there.
He didn’t waist any time, he just got on top of me, and
I felt his wonderfully large cock slide into my wet
pussy just as mouth found my nipples.
The suction and the sudden thrust into me made me cum
immediately, and I lay there in ecstasy as my Father
thrust into me faster and faster. His balls slapping
against my ass hole, and the feeling of those hairy
orbs against my ass made me squirm with delight.
I felt pinned to the bed, it felt like my Father was in
complete control. He could use me anyway he wanted and
I couldn’t do anything about it. He was a strong male
and I was his slave. I orgasmed again.
He pumped faster and faster, murmuring my name as he
fucked me harder. I felt his cock suddenly enlarge, and
then he slammed into me really hard. I knew what was
happening as his muscles tightened all over his body.
I’d been with enough boys to know when they where
coming. This time was different, we weren’t wearing
any protection. I’d never done that with the boy’s I’d
fucked before. But Dad was different. I loved him so.
He squirted his hot come into me in five jerks of his
cock, (Yes I counted them) and then he lay still, pant-
ing heavily on top of me.
I could feel his sperm running out of my pussy and down
my over my asshole when he pulled out of me. He moved
over on the bed and lay there, still breathing hard,
and was smiling.
I looked over at his hairy chest, and moved over and
lay my head in the mat of hair. I could hear his
pounding heart beneath his ribs, and I really, really
realized how much I loved my hard-working, busy Dad.