Dad Visits England To See Me

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England. All email comments good or bad welcomed. I will try and reply to each and every one but please note that all email comments from an invalid email address will be deleted immediately and will not be read. Rude or abusive comments may result in blocking. Please note that I write in British English.

My dad was working in Venezuela, and had been for some months. He was something very senior in an oil company and he was overseeing the extraction and refining of the Venezuelan oil reserves. He and mum had divorced before he went out there, I had stayed living with mum.

"You are the only thing that would keep me in Britain baby," he told me before he left, "but this is too good an opportunity. If you had finished University I would take you with me, but that is twelve months away."

"Oh daddy," I had said, "that would be fabulous, just you and me in another world."

"Perhaps when you finish university, we shall see."

He had been away a few months when he sent me an email telling me that he had sent me some money and to go and buy myself a beautiful dress and then send him a selfie of me wearing it. He had sent me a thousand pounds, and I was off to town in a flash. I found a wonderful Versace mid length draped gown in ivory, split to the thigh, reduced from well over two thousand pounds to just eleven hundred, perfect. I bought it and went home and put it on and took some selfies and sent them to dad.

A few days later he sent me another email, telling me how fabulous I looked but that dress deserved some decent heels, and so he had sent me some more money. Off to town again, and I found a wonderful pair of Saint Laurent sling back pumps in black with gold heels and accents for just under the thousand that he had sent me. I went home and put my dress on and new shoes and took some selfies and sent them to dad.

About a week later he said that I looked stunning, but that I needed some proper lingerie to go with, he would send me some funds to go shopping. I wandered around a couple of stores, but Harrods had the best range and selection. I like the Kiki de Montparnasse brand the most and selected a bra, Brazilian briefs, and suspender belt in the floral chouchou design and that with a good pair of silk seamed stockings took up all the funds dad had sent.

At home I sat on the edge of the bath and smothered my crotch with gel and shaved. I would ordinarily wax, but that often left me a little red, and I didn't want to send dad a photo of me with hairs showing or red from waxing. I showered away all the residue and after drying I put on my new lingerie. My nipples were almost visible, mostly hidden behind the detail on the bra. My crease did appear a little in the sheer on the briefs, but that was it. I was decent. I had to say that the lingerie was hot and if it had been anyone but my dad, I bet they would have been panting.

I took a few photos of me in the underwear and sent them to dad saying that they were a bit revealing but I was sure he would be okay as he was my dad.

He sent me an email saying he would be in England on the 28th, could I make myself available for an evening meal, and hopefully I would wear the clothes that he had seen the photos of. I liked that he didn't say 'that he had bought,' dad had more class than that. Dad said that he would send a car for me.

The 28th was a Saturday night and I emailed back that yes, I would be delighted and yes, I would see him and yes, I would wear my new outfit. I arranged to have my nails done in the morning and booked a hairdresser appointment for mid-afternoon.

The 28th came and I got up early and showered thoroughly, inside and out. Then it was a short drive to the manicurist and then back home, some lunch, I had crumpets, and then to the hairdresser to have my hair done, and then back home. I had an hour to kill before the car would pick me up so I sat and just watched some YouTube videos, and then the time to get ready arrived. Up in my bedroom I stripped and checked in the mirror for any imperfections, not that I would be showing my dad, but I still like to feel perfect underneath.

None found, not a hair beneath my shoulders, nothing visible. I put my suspender belt on first and then my knickers and finally my bra. I decided to add a little blusher to my décolletage to enhance my cleavage, again not that dad would be looking, I am his daughter after all, but I like to look my best. I then did my make up, a little blue eye shadow, and blusher on my cheeks and a deep red glossy lippy for my lips.

I stepped carefully into my dress and then my heels. I looked in the mirror and was impressed with what I saw. Shame it was my dad, any other man would not be able to resist me, I looked frankly stunning. Keys, credit card, twenty pounds in cash, a tissue in my clutch bag and I was ready.

The car was bang on time, and I did a short run through the rain, the driver already had the door open, and I was in the car.

"Are you comfortable miss?" The driver asked, And I answered that I was.

"There are refreshments in the side pockets if you want any miss, just sit back and enjoy the ride."

I reclined the seat, the Maybach really is a remarkable car to be a passenger in, and I half closed my eyes and ignored the outside world, just so excited to see my dad, it had been nearly a year. The car pulled up under the awning at the Devonshire, a very upmarket hotel.

A doorman in the full attire opened the door and I stepped out. I explained that I was here to meet my father in the restaurant, and then I thanked the limo driver. The doorman took me through and into the restaurant where a waiter escorted me to dad.

Dad stood up when he saw me and embraced me, rather tightly as it happened, oops, I guessed that I should not be feeling 'that'.

"God you are so grown up, you do look stunning Amelia," he said as he stepped back. I did a twirl for him to show the full me from all angles.

"In fact I think we will need to put sight screens up to stop all the men hitting on you."

"Oh daddy," I said, "you say the nicest things, and can I say how handsome that you look."

Dad was wearing a dinner suit with a studded shirt and a white silk bow tie, obviously hand tied. His shoes had a black mirror finish and reflected all the lights in the dining room.

The waiter held my chair and I sat down as he pushed the chair to the table, dad sat opposite me. I was about to start talking when the waiter put some breads and a soured pineapple amuse bouche before us.

"So, dad," I started after the waiter had gone, "how long are you here in England?"

"Oh just this weekend baby, I took a flight to come and see my baby girl."

Wow, I didn't expect that, I mean it is not exactly half way around the world, but it is a blooming long way non the less.

"I don't know what to say to that dad, that is lovely. No work, nothing, just me?"

"Just you baby."

The waiter cleared away the amuse bouche and then our starters arrived. For my starter I had ordered twice baked tomato and cheese soufflé, basil pesto sauce, and dad had ordered hand picked crab, bisque purée, grapefruit jelly, sourdough.

My soufflé was so light and the taste was sublime, I had never had a cheese and tomato soufflé before, this was utterly wow, I would definitely go for it again if ever I saw it on the menu.

"How is university baby?"

"Just finals dad, I am almost finished. I don't really know what I am going to do with myself. I may take a couple of months and then start looking for work."

"You can come and work with me if you want?"

"Oh, wow, probably yes, I guess it depends on the positions that are available."

"We will talk about it later baby."

We chatted for a while, he was interested in my boyfriend, I told him I didn't have, and no, I didn't have a girlfriend either. There had been a few dates and the like, but no one had really grabbed my attention, they all seemed, well, just so young. Dad had laughed and asked if I preferred the older man. Dad had ordered a claret, a 2010 Château Léoville-Barton, Saint-Julien, and very delicious it was. Before I knew it, we were on a second bottle. I was getting just a little squiffy.

For my main I had gone for Beef Wellington, mushroom duxelles, potato dauphinoise, with a Madeira jus, dad had gone for a ballotine of duck leg, braised red cabbage, crispy rösti, duck orange jus, both went very well with the wine, the second bottle of which disappeared as we ate.

Dad ordered a bottle of 2014 Clos Haut-Peyraguey, Sauternes to have with desert. I ordered a torched lemon meringue pie with raspberries, dad just asked for a selection of cheeses. After we had finished, we headed to a really nice seating area with sofas, and we had brandy and petits fours. I have to be honest I was a bit wobbly walking to the seating area and found myself leaning on dad for support, dad put his arm around me, and I realised his hand was cupping my boob as we walked, I was sure he hadn't realised.

"That dress," dad said as we sat down, "is very revealing baby."

"Oh, sorry daddy." I said, although I wasn't really sorry, I was wearing underwear, nothing to see even if someone was looking, which no one should have been.

"Oh, don't apologise, it shows how much of a woman you have become, and a beautiful one at that."

"Thank you daddy, you bought me everything I am wearing today except the makeup. Dress, shoes, undies, the lot daddy, and I feel fabulous in it."

"Perhaps you would like to go up to the penthouse baby, and we could talk some more about your clothes and there is an open bar, so we could have more to drink if you wanted."

I doubted that I would have been capable of saying no to anything at that point, all the alcohol had made me very agreeable, agreeable to anything.

"Okay daddy," I said and I tried to stand, it turned out to be a little more difficult that I expected, but with dad's help I managed. We tottered off to the lift, me leaning on dad again, again him supporting me with his hand on my breast. In the lift dad put his room card over a sensor that said PH, and the lift pinged, the doors shut and up we went. As the lift moved it lurched slightly and I fell against dad, my one hand on his shoulder for balance, the other fell over his crotch where I could feel his hard dick. Oops, I hadn't meant to do that.

The lift pinged and we were in what looked like a very large apartment, my brain worked out that it was probably the owner's suite. We went into a large living area and dad had the lights on, but on low. Dad then connected his phone to the suite audio system and music started, slow dance music.

"Come on baby," dad said, "dance with your dad."

"Let me slip my shoes off daddy," I said and sat down on one of the sofas and took off my heels, they were more for looks than dancing. Dad helped me to my feet, and we slipped into a dance embrace and slow danced around the suite. Dad had his arm on my shoulders and his other around my lower back, well, more my bottom than my lower back. I rested my head against him and felt the music pulse through me.

That wasn't the only thing I could feel. I was tipsy, but not out of it. I could feel dad's dick pressing into me, he was hard, very hard, and it twitched. As it twitched, dad's fingers on his hand around my bottom began to bunch my dress and his fingers pressed into my bottom. I wasn't sure what to think. If it had been a regular date, it would have been erotic and sensual, but it was my dad and dads are not supposed to behave like that, are they?

Dad began to press against me rhythmically, almost humping my mons with his movements. His hand had now managed to bunch my dress so much that his hand was now through the slit in the dress, and was on my bare skin. He was caressing the cheeks of my bottom, and I was getting rather warm down 'there'.

Dad's hand that had been on my shoulder cupped my face and tipped my head upwards, and as I looked up into his face, he dipped down and kissed me, passionately, his tongue tracing my lips before easing past them into my mouth, all the while his other hand was pressing deeper and lower almost underneath.

I sighed into his kiss, a burst of desire overcame any resistance I may have had, and I felt dad's hand on the zip of my dress, undoing it. I stepped away from dad and my dress dropped over my shoulders and puddled on the floor, I stepped out of it, dancing just in my lingerie. I leant up and pulled at dad's dickie bow, undoing it, letting it hand around his neck and I undid the stud holding his collar together. If I was going to be partially dressed, then so was dad.

Dad stepped back and looked at me, gazing from my face, over my décolletage, a longer gaze along my cleavage, down across my stomach and then to my mound, my slit peaking through the sheer mesh of my knickers. He undid the rest of his studs and pulled his shirt off, dropping it onto a sofa. I knelt before him and undid the belt and then the waist button and zip of his trousers, pulling them and his underwear down in one movement. Dad stepped out of them, standing in just his socks, his dick hard and sticking forward.

I gave no thought to what I was doing, any consequences were for the future. I kissed the end of his dick and it jerked, dad gasping loudly. I opened my mouth and took his hard erection into my mouth and then closed my lips around it and I shagged his dick with my mouth, dad gasping and breathing heavily, his hands loosely holding my head as I bobbed back and forth.

I pressed forward, dad's dick passing my tongue, my tonsils and then my throat, my nose pressed hard against his pubis, his dick deep in my throat, stopping my breath. I managed a few moments and then eased back: air once more flowing into my lungs. Again, and again, and again I throated my dad's dick, and I could feel his pulse in my mouth. I pulled back and released his dick from my mouth and stood up. Dad picked me up and carried me to a bed that I hadn't noticed and lay me gently on the top. His fingers in the waist of my knickers, he eased them down, over my stocking and off over my feet.

"My God Amelia, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Your mum was beautiful, but you surpass her."

That is nice to hear, and then he bent forward and blew along the length of my crease, and I no longer cared for words, lay back my eyes closed. I felt his fingers ease my labia apart and then his tongue gently traced my crease, along my valley floor, circling my entrance, dipping slightly into my opening. I gasped with desire.

His tongue reversed and went up my valley and found my nubbin, flicking my clitoris with his tongue, my gasps became louder and my heels scrabbled on the bed, my fingers scrunching, my pressures building, electric fizzling. A finger, no two, eased past my entrance, through my opening and explored my depths, widening me, opening me, exploring me, I gasped loudly, my breath pumping, air going in, but seemingly not leaving.

His tongue was licking my clitoris, his teeth nibbling, pulling at it, his chin pressing my labia apart and his fingers working some forms of magic deep inside where daddies don't usually perform. I cared not, my senses were fully aroused, my desires had taken control and we were in a position that I wanted to be. Dad's fingers eased from me and his teeth released my clitoris, and I felt him move up to cover me, his dick pressing into my crease.

I opened my eyes and looked at dad's face above me. I reached up and kissed him as my hand reached down and guided his dick to my entrance. Dad slowly flexed forward and as his tongue pressed between my lips, his dick penetrated my fanny, slowly moving my fanny walls apart, his foreskin rolling down his shaft to allow his glans to better move within me.

Onwards he pressed, my fanny widening, accommodating, and his dick penetrating, filling. I wanted to gasp, but dad's mouth was on mine, my pleasures were almost overwhelming. My legs moved and pressed against dad, pushing him deep into me, my hands reached around and pressed into his back, I rocked beneath dad as he slowly shagged me, pulling back, leaving, voiding, my fanny screaming in its emptiness, pushing forward, filling, widening, stretching testing my ability to accommodate, and then he started speeding up, his mouth pulled away and I was gasping as he crashed against me, the slaps and gasps of our forbidden fornication reverberating around the owners suite at the Devonshire hotel.

I was laying on my back wearing a bra, suspenders and stocking being shagged by my dad who was wearing socks. My fanny was being filled and emptied, my electrics were growing my pressures were ready to burst and my fanny complained when it was being voided. I was gasping, I was gulping in air, my brain could hardly make sense of what was happening, my desires were overwhelming and then we crescendoed. Dad thrust in harder than he had before and he held his position, pressing deep within me, my fanny holding him in place, and he spurted, he filled me, he flooded my womb. I twitched, my fanny clamped and spasmed, and my back stiffened and arched and I screamed my release, my orgasm exploding, erupting through my body as I lay jerking as my body twitched through my release.

Slowly we both relaxed and dad's dick slipped from inside me, he rolled to one side, a smear of spunk leaving an evidential trail across my thigh.

"Amelia, you simply are the best," dad said, "simply the best."

I lay there, seeping dads' spunk from my over filled fanny unable to speak, I was consumed, and I was spent.

Dad moved to his knees and pulled me into a sitting position.

"I can't leave you like this," he said, putting his arms around my back and undoing my bra, easing it off my shoulders and dropping it onto the floor. He laid me back down and unclipped my stockings, rolling them down my legs, first my left and then my right, dropping them onto the floor. He pulled my suspender belt down, over my hips, past my ankles and dropped it onto the floor.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he said as he dipped forward and licked my sopping wet fanny, sucking, cleaning, swallowing, my pressures growing again, my pleasures filling and my electrics rumbling. I felt his tongue slide along my valley, my labia curling around his tongue as it moved. The rough rasp as he went down, the smooth slide as he went up. He sucked my clitoris into his mouth, not chewing, just a soft sensual suction. His tongue wiped around my entrance, his suction vacuuming me empty, cleansing my fanny of his emissions.

"Roll over baby," dad said, and I did, laying on my stomach, my breasts pressing into the mattress. He ran a finger nail down my spine, my body shivering in anticipation as he parted my cheeks, skidding across my sphincter and down to my perineum, my body tensing, unknowing what was next.

I felt him between my thighs, his dick pressing between my cheeks and then he lay upon me, his chest on my back, his dick nudging my fanny from the rear, pressing my petals open and entering me, my fanny welcoming him. Slowly he shagged, my buttocks widening and parting as his weight bore down, his dick filling my fanny. He eased back and pulled me into a kneeling position and his tempo grew, I realised I was gasping once more as dad was shagging me from behind. Slaps echoed as his pubis slapped my glutes, his balls bouncing off my thighs as he shagged his daughter once more.

I felt the slide of his meat as it moved within me, pressing deep, my perineum stretched as he pressed against me, my sphincter clenching, tightening as my groin was tested in a new way. Harder he pressed, deeper he penetrated, my senses overwhelmed once more as his shag sped up, his movements harder and my body sensitised. His dick sliding within me was sending electrics throughout my body, every part of me was awake and feeling.