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It had been a long day of school and work as I wearily climbed out of my car and grabbed my backpack and work satchel from the passenger seat to carry inside. I really hoped my father wasn't in the mood to talk like he sometimes was. I hoped tonight would be one of those nights that he was busy doing other things.
"Hey, pumpkin!" my father called as I walked through the door. I could instantly tell it was one of those nights and I would be lucky to make it to my room at all. "Oh, my! It looks like you've had a hard day. Can I make you a snack? Get you something to drink?"
"Hi, Daddy! I'm exhausted. The bank was crazy today! How was your day?" I gave him the best smile I could muster, but I knew it wasn't very convincing.
"My day isn't over. I have someone coming by for a dinner meeting. I'm ordering some food for delivery. Look over the menu," he said, handing me his phone.
"Wait. You want me to have dinner with you and a client?"
"He's not a client," my dad explained. "He's a life insurance salesman. I need to put some things in place for you just in case."
"Dad! Nothing better happen to you!" I'd been overly sensitive about these things since my mother had passed away earlier in the year. She had fought her breast cancer valiantly and lost. Fear and loss filled my heart and I couldn't bear the thought of losing my dad.
"Eliana, nothing is going to happen to me." He grabbed me by the shoulders and I dropped my bags to the floor and wrapped my arms around him. I loved him so much. He was all I had left. As he pulled away I saw the way his brown eyes were filled with tears. His graying hair looked silver in the light of the dining room. "Pick something so I can order. Clark should be here soon."
"His name is Clark?" I laughed. "Like Superman's alter ego!"
"He's the nicest life insurance salesman I've ever met so I thought I'd give him a go. Scope him out for me, will you?" My dad winked at me conspiratorially, like we were in this together. Instantly, I felt soothed. I chose eggplant Parmesan for my dinner and went to my room to change while my dad put in the order.
I walked down the stairs and could hear that Clark had already arrived. He was pouring my father a tall glass of some type of alcohol and my dad smiled at me.
"Thank you, Clark! This looks fantastic. Also, this is my daughter, Eliana. She will be joining us for dinner."
"Hello, Eliana. Nice to meet you," Clark reached his hand out to shake mine. I could feel electricity when my hand met his, one I had never felt before. His eyes moved over my body and I could tell that he was attracted to me and wanted to do horrible things to my body.
"Would you like a drink, Eliana? I brought one of the finest whiskeys for you dad and for you if you'd like some."
"I don't drink, but thank you," my pussy fluttered a bit as he smiled at me.
Clark was tall, around 6′3 and he was built like a bodybuilder. Even with his suit on I could tell that he had thick, muscular legs and a broad, ripped chest. His face held a serious expression, but I was certain that was mostly for my father. Clark couldn't be flirting with his client's daughter until he closed the deal, but I found myself hoping that he closed it soon so he could open my legs.
"Nice to meet you too," I responded and I hoped my father couldn't tell how aroused I was by our visitor. I sat down at the table and Clark began to talk about insurance. It was hard for me to pay attention to his words because of the way his blue eyes shifted from his computer, where he was showing us a PowerPoint presentation, to my tits. I knew I was supposed to be listening, but I couldn't seem to keep my mind off of Clark's thick, muscular arms and what they could do to me if he was given a chance. I had never been so sexually attracted to a man before and I wasn't quite sure what to do about it.
"What do you think, Eliana?" my father asked.
"I don't know, Dad. I need some time to think about it."
"How's that drink, Don?" Clark asked my father.
"I'm feeling warm," my father admitted. The doorbell rang and I got up to get out food. I brought it to the table and noticed my dad looked completely drunk. I hoped the food would sober him up but he didn't give it enough time to work. He was already drinking more and before I knew it, my dad was embarrassingly drunk, slurring his words. He was barely able to stay seated in his chair.
"Don, are you okay?" Clark asked. "Can I help you to your couch or your room? I'm sorry, I should have warned you that this alcohol is extremely potent. I can come back another day."
"I can help him to his room!" I suggested and I moved over to my dad and tried my best to lift him up so I could help him walk, but my dad was way past that. He fell onto the floor and I screamed in shock. I had never seen my father like this before!
"I don't need help!" my father got up and sat back in his chair. "Let's finish dinner." Clark and I sat back down and finished picking at our dinners. The conversation was awkward, especially when my dad began to sip at the alcohol again. I couldn't watch him do this and so I stood up and excused myself.
"It was nice to meet you, Clark but I think it's time for me to go to bed now. I have an early day at the bank."
"Of course!" Clark stood up and shook my hand. "It was a pleasure meeting you. I'll make sure your dad sobers up before I leave."
"You're a true gentleman, Clark. Thank you. I'm sure I'll see you at the next meeting but next time bring the more tame booze." We both laughed.
"Of course. Goodnight."
I walked upstairs and peeled off my clothes. I was exhausted and I had been so horny staring at Clark through our meeting and dinner. I wondered if it was wrong of me to want to fuck our insurance agent. I couldn't help how I felt. I didn't feel that way about many men, but with Clark, it was an instinct. I wanted him so much and it took every ounce of strength for me to get into my bed. I decided to stay naked so I could masturbate while I thought about all the things I could have done to get Clark to fuck me that I hadn't done.
I imagined scenarios where I pulled him into the bathroom and offered to suck his dick. I rubbed my clit with one hand and stuck a finger inside of me with the other. I imagined him fingering me and then fucking me as I bent over the bathroom sink. I imagined him coming into my room now and seeing me naked, touching my pussy to find it wet and ready for him. I wondered what he would do if he knew I wanted him like this. I wondered if he could tell how much I needed his body and if he knew, why he hadn't acted on it.
I knew why. My father, and of course, his job was preventing him from fucking my horny, little pussy. It was so unfair that the one man I was actually attracted to was off-limits. I stopped.
I could hear a commotion happening in the hallway and I listened, hoping to figure out what was going on. Clark was helping my drunk father up the stairs and then down the hall. My dad rarely drank and I was starting to understand why. He was a lightweight. I didn't drink at all. I had never been the type to enjoy losing control of myself and alcohol made me feel out of control.
I walked to my bedroom door, naked. I cracked it open and looked down the hall to where Clark was pulling the covers over my father. My dad was already snoring. I left the door to my room open but I scurried away from the opening and back to my bed. I didn't want Clark to know that I had been spying on him.
My heart was pounding and I reached back down between my legs and felt the wetness Clark had caused. I fingered myself, moaning a bit, hoping that Clark would hear me and come into my room. I moaned a bit louder and louder still. I hadn't seen him leave and I almost got up to check if he had when I saw him passing by my door. I let out a moan that someone might make when they are about to cum, even though I wasn't quite there yet. My instincts had taken over and I was willing to do whatever it took to get Clark inside of me.
"Eliana?" Clark called.
"Yes, Clark. Come in." My voice sounded ridiculously sexy and I couldn't believe that I was doing this. I wasn't the kind of girl to invite a strange visitor into my room but on that night I couldn't help myself.
"Are you okay?" Clark asked with concern.
"Come here," I called, my voice full of need. He carefully walked through the dark to my bed.
