Getting Sweaty With Daddy

I resubmitted this story due to mixing up the names several times. Sorry for any confusion it may have caused my readers. I will be more diligent in the future. Enjoy!

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A cool summer breeze hit my warm skin, welcoming me to Central Park. By the time I reached the park, it was already full of people trying to take in a beautiful Friday evening. For me, the park always equated to running. I felt at home there; it was my place to let loose, feel the wind in my hair, and get in touch with my athletic side.

Running was a sport that was intrinsic to my very being. While I wasn't fast, I loved how running connected me with my body and family. It is hard to remember when running wasn't a part of my life.

My parents were both runners, and from the time I was a baby, they would bring me along on runs. As I got older, I looked forward to spending time with my parents on our weekend long run. When my mom passed away from cancer, running was my Dad's and my way of processing our loss. Running was practically built into every part of our lives, including our mourning.

Tonight the weather was perfect. It was hot but not humid, just the way I liked it. While most people enjoyed spring and fall running due to the cooler temperatures, I couldn't get enough of the heat. I loved being sweaty, especially after a hard run. It made me feel alive in a way few other things could.

Running in the heat had a minor side effect, though. As my body heated up, my mind always drifted to thoughts of sex. I couldn't go for a summer run without being insanely horny by the end. I'm not sure why. Maybe it was the exertion. Perhaps it was that my tight running shorts tended to ride up my pussy, slightly rubbing my clit.

While I ran in other parts of the city, Central Park was my base of operation, my home away from home. It was common for me to bump into the people in my life while running. So it wasn't a surprise when out of the corner of my eyes, I saw my Dad on the side of the road.

Except for this time, he wasn't running. Sure, he was in running clothes, but he appeared to be flirting with a woman who looked even younger than me. I didn't want to mess up his game, but my curiosity got the better of me.

The closer I got to them, I couldn't help but notice how much the woman he was talking to looked almost exactly like me. She had short blonde hair, was petite, and had an hourglass figure with a defined core. I was slightly taken aback by the fact that Dad would be chatting up a woman who was practically my clone, but I tried pushing the thought out of my mind.

"Hey, Dad!" I yelled out as I approached him.

"Hey, Emily! What a pleasant surprise," he said while hugging me.

His warm, sweaty body was sticky, but I welcomed his hug.

"Hi, I'm Emily, his daughter," I said while putting my hand out to my doppelganger.

"Oh, hi. I'm Sarah," she said while welcoming my handshake.

She seemed relieved to find out I was his daughter. It was as if she no longer had to see me as competition for this man's desire.

"Sarah just joined my running group. She moved here recently after graduating from Rutgers in the spring," Dad explained.

"She just graduated college? Who knew my Dad was a man slut," I thought to myself.

"Your Dad has been so welcoming. Haven't you, Gabe?" Sarah said while running her hand down my Dad's strong arms.

Oh my god! Is this girl flirting with my Dad in front of me? I couldn't believe her gall.

"Yeah, he is great. "I said coldly.

"Um, I'm going to go continue my run. Care to join me, Dad?" I asked, hoping he would leave this little slut behind.

"That would be great. See you soon, Sarah," he responded.

As we began running, I couldn't help but needle him.

"Could she have been any younger, Dad?" I teased.

"That was completely innocent," he protested.

"You should tell her that. She looked ready to run you into her bed," I quipped.

"You think?" Dad said with a sly smile.

"You dirty old man," I poked back at him.

Suddenly, my mind flashed images of my Dad fucking Sarah after a run, her shimmering, perspiring body begging for his hard Daddy cock. I couldn't help but picture her being railed from behind while my Dad pulled on her damp blonde hair. I could practically hear their moans and dirty talk in my head.

I was surprised by the intrusive dirty thought and tried to push it out of my mind.

"Emily, where'd you go? You look like your mind was a million miles away," Dad inquired.

"Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about work. So, how's your running going?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"Pretty good. I start training for the New York City Marathon next week. I'm pretty excited but a little nervous," he told me.

"Nervous? You have run it like 12 times," I commented.

"Fourteen, actually. But I'm always nervous before each training cycle. You're running it, too, right?" Dad asked.

"Yep. First one. I'm super nervous, but I can't wait. It is going to be a fun challenge," I excitedly said.

"Why don't we train together? It'd be fun. I would love to spend the extra time with you," Dad suggested.

"You sure you don't want to train with Sarah?" I teased him again.

"You are the worst," he quipped.

"I would love to, Dad. I can't wait," I replied.

Dad and I started to meet in the park every Saturday morning for our long runs. During those first few weeks, nothing of significance happened. We ran and talked about all the standard stuff a Dad and daughter would discuss while spending time together. That changed about a month into training.

As the heat rose and the miles increased, I found it difficult to concentrate on almost anything but sex while running. While running always made me a little horny, I was shocked by the effect of the steamy weather and long miles on my libido.

"So what happened with Sarah?" I asked.

My Dad looked shocked that I had brought her up.

"You know, you were right about her," he replied.

"Oh, do tell," I snickered.

"We grabbed a drink the other night after work, and after a few, she was all over me," he admitted.

"That must have been nice having a young hot blonde interested in you. I can't imagine you turned Sarah down," I said.

"Well, at first, I wasn't sure what to do, but she slowly wore down my guard, and the next thing I knew, she was back at my place. You probably don't want to know what happened after that," Dad laughed.

Despite his face being flushed from running, I could tell he was blushing, talking about sex with his daughter.

"Go, Dad! I bet she was all sorts of kinky," I said, trying to get him to continue talking.

"In ways I never thought I would be interested in. Sarah drives a hard bargain, though," he said, looking glassy-eyed.

The heat between my legs grew as I listened to my Dad's story. I pulled to the side of the road, hoping that I might calm down by taking a drink and splashing some cool water on my face. Dad joined me by the water fountain.

He must have been thinking about their night together as I noticed his shorts fitting ever more tightly around his crotch. I had never taken notice of my Dad's bulge, but it looked like he was sporting quite the package.

I scolded myself for thinking about my Dad that way, but I felt completely out of control.

Dad and I soon finished our run and went home in separate directions. He returned to the Upper West Side, and I to the Upper East.

My roommate, Jenny, was out when I got home, so I felt emboldened to get undressed in our living room as soon as I walked in. My clothes clung to my body, practically fighting me, as I tried to take them off.

Walking past the full-length mirror in the hallway, I noticed how I looked. My body glistened. I ran my hands over my firm breasts. One of the benefits of youth was that despite my rather large breasts, they sat high on my chest. I was always really proud of my cleavage, and the sheen they now wore made them look fabulous.

My sweaty blonde hair gave me a disheveled and untamed look that screamed sex. I may have been running in the park, but my hair looked like I had just gone through a sex marathon.

I slowly ran my hands down to my pussy and found that I was soaking wet. I gingerly rubbed my clit before deciding to shower.

I sauntered into the bathroom, feeling sexy as hell. I needed to get off. I turned the shower on and let the steam fill the room. The hot water cascaded down my skin as I slipped into the shower. The water felt like a flowing massage constantly caressing me. I lowered my head under the stream of water and soon felt my untamed hair flatten against my head and shoulders.

I lathered soap into my tight body as I meticulously cleaned every inch of me. The feeling of my hands on my wet smooth skin sent shivers straight to my needy pussy. My hands crept ever closer to my pussy, as I moaned in excitement.

My fingers ran over the smooth folds of my pussy as I spread my labia. The wet, stickiness of my pussy juices met my fingers, welcoming me. I slipped two fingers deep inside me as I softly teased my clit with my other hand. The water continued to flow over me as my body began to heat up from my manipulation.

Suddenly visions of my Sarah riding my father filled my mind, her body riding up and down on his cock, as she pulled on his gray chest hair. His forehead glistened as he worked hard to keep up with his young lover.

"Oh, Daddy," I imagined her moaning and soon found myself moaning the same thing in real life.

As much as I felt guilty thinking about my father this way, my body wanted to cum for him.

I picked up the pace as my finger made sloshing sounds in the water. I gripped the wall to hold myself up as my legs buckled beneath me. My skin became flush and tingly as my orgasm came over me.

"Daddy," I whispered to myself.

I turned off the water, got out of the shower, and dried myself.

I tried to go about my day as if nothing had happened, but the fact that I came thinking of my Dad was hard to get out of my mind.

The week came and went, and before I knew it, I was back in Central Park with my father. We were running 16 miles, the longest I had ever run, and I was highly anxious before heading out.

Seeing my Dad calmed my nerves down, and after a quick warm-up, the two of us began our training.

Despite the sexual fantasies I had about my Dad after my last run, being with him now reminded me how lucky I was to have him in my life. He was funny, charming, and genuinely interested in the minutiae of my life. We spent the next hour laughing and joking. I couldn't have asked for a better Dad.

Yet, as the miles and heat increased, thoughts of lust entered my mind. The humid air caused my sports bra and shorts to cling to me like a second skin. Anyone who wanted to check out my body could easily make out every curve. That thought drove me nuts.

I loved having my body exposed to everyone. I worked hard for my body, and I liked showing it off. Something about having all these guys checking me out while running next to my father turned my engine even more.

With my libido in overdrive, I decided to change the focus of our conversation to something a little more intimate. I was eager to see if my Dad would play along.

"So, did you see Sarah at all this week?" I nonchalantly asked him, hoping not to draw too much attention to the question.

"If you must know, I did, and we had a great time," he answered while sticking his tongue out at me.

"I bet that tongue was used in all sorts of ways that night," I ribbed my Dad.

"Young lady, I thought I raised someone more proper than that," Dad chuckled.

As we continued running, my curiosity got the better of me.

"You know, Dad, you never shared what sort of kinks Sarah was into that surprised you," I coyly mentioned.

"You really don't want to know that information, honey," Dad said, clearly scared of opening up a can of worms.

"Oh, come on. We have another 5 miles to go. I need something to distract me," I told him.

"Fine. Well, it turns out Sarah has a Daddy kink," he spurted out.

"A Daddy kink?" I asked, feigning ignorance.

"Oh, so now you are all innocent," Dad laughed.

I gave him a naughty grin.

"You know what I'm talking about! Don't pretend you've never watched porn," Dad pushed back.

"I guess we watch different types of porn," I said, playing naive.

"Touché. Fine, I'll say it. Sarah liked to call me Daddy when we had sex," he said, acquiescing.

"And what did you call her?" I pushed.

Dad looked down and whispered, "My slutty daughter."

I could tell he was embarrassed, but I was too turned on to care.

"Luckily, your real daughter isn't that slutty," I teased him.

"Moving on..." Dad said, trying to change the subject.

I let things pass, and soon enough, we finished our run. We were both drenched messes.

Only now that I stopped running did I realize I had the biggest camel-toe ever. Over the course of the run, my shorts rode straight up my lips. If my Dad looked, he could undoubtedly make out the shape of my vulva. That idea excited me! Thankfully my shorts were already wet with sweat that no one could have noticed that my vagina was leaking juices.

We stood around talking for a few minutes before hugging each other goodbye. As our bodies pressed together, I couldn't help but notice the prominent bulge pushing into me.

"Is my Dad hard from looking at me?" I thought to myself.

That thought sent my mind racing. I ran home, rushed to my room, stripped down, and pulled my vibrator out from the nightstand.

While I usually took my time and built up the tension in my body, all I wanted at this point was to cum.

I grasped my breasts in my hands, massaging them, feeling my nipples harden in my palm.

"Yes," I purred as I pulled and twisted my nipples between my fingers.

With one hand still playing with my breast, I reached for my vibrator. I ran the phallic-shaped object between my wet folds until it brushed against my clit. With a push of a button, the vibrator came to life in my hand. Turning the device on a rapid pulse caused my pussy to quiver as the vibrations penetrated my clit.

As much as I loved playing with my clit, I needed to be filled. I slid my toy deep inside my dripping pussy. My pussy clenched around the toy, causing my juices to drip down into my ass.

The toy glided in and out of my tight canal, slowly building up speed with every thrust. I pulled the vibrator out, rubbing it against clit before it again descended my wet folds and back inside me.

My skin glowed as I continued to bring myself closer to orgasmic bliss.

"Fuck me, Daddy!" I yelled, hoping my roommate couldn't hear me.

"Oh, Daddy, that feels so good. Your cock feels so good in me," I cried out as I continued to fuck myself.

Soon my whole body exploded as I pictured my Daddy filling my cunt with his seed.

After the moment of ecstasy washed over me, I lay there uncertain about what this all meant. Did I want this to happen in reality? I wasn't so sure.

I spent the rest of the week confused about my new feelings. Sometimes the thought of my Dad brought me overwhelming feelings of guilt, yet many more times, an overwhelming desire to fuck.

To say that I didn't sleep well that week would be an understatement. Saturday was quickly approaching, and I was nervous about seeing my Dad.

The buzzing of my alarm woke me up Saturday morning. I quickly thought about texting my Dad and canceling our run but decided to face my fears and meet him.

Once I saw my Dad, all my nerves vanished, and a sense of warmth washed over me.

"Hey, Em!" He said, giving me a good morning hug.

"I missed you this week. You didn't call like you normally do. Did you have an okay week?" Dad wondered.

"It was okay. Just been tired," I muttered, unsure what else to say.

"Well, we have 14 miles scheduled today. Let's go!" Dad said with gusto.

I was quieter on this run than usual, and Dad could tell.

"You sure you're okay, Emily?" Dad asked, concerned.

"I'm just tired. Work wiped me out this week," I lied.

"As long as it's just that," he said.

Suddenly, I felt a hand cup and smack my ass. I turned my head shocked. Did my Dad just spank my butt?

"Come on, let's pump this run-up," Dad exclaimed.

I could tell he was just trying to get me engaged, but all I could think about was his hand on my ass.

As we continued to run, the banter between us became livelier, and I felt myself letting loose more.

To say I was turned on was an understatement. Between the heat, my clinging shorts, and thoughts of my Dad's hand caressing me, I was positively dripping.

I couldn't get over the fact that my Dad smacked and grabbed my ass. Thoughts of my Dad caressing my ass while we fucked filled my mind's eyes.

I decided to see how far I could push this. I needed to see if my fantasies were Dad's as well.

"So, have you been spending time with your other daughter?" I asked.

"Other daughter?" Dad said, all confused.

"Yeah, you know, the slutty one," I grinned.

"Emily!" Dad exclaimed.

"Oh, come on, Daddy. I'm just curious," I goaded him.

"If you must know, yes, I have," Dad confidently admitted.

"How's it going?" I pressed.

"She is fun. It isn't anything serious, but it is nice to be wanted," Dad told me.

Dad paused for a moment, a moment that felt filled with hesitation.

"Is that why you have been distant this week?" Dad asked, concerned.

I didn't know what to say. I worried that the way I answered this question could change everything.

"You know she looks an awful a lot like me," I mentioned.

My words just hung in the air. My Dad ran quietly next to me for what seemed like an eternity.

"Yes, she does," Dad said while trying to hide the exhilaration in his voice.

I was shocked that he had noticed. I needed to know more.

"So I guess it made the Daddy/daughter stuff seem more real," I pushed.

"You could say that," he said excitedly.

I could tell something shifted in him as we continued to talk about this. There was a glint in his eyes, and I kept seeing him sneak peeks at my cleavage.

"I wish I had a lover who was that uninhibited, Daddy," I purred.

"I'm sure there are plenty of men who lust after you. It is hard to go running with you and not notice all the guys checking you out nonstop. It kind of makes me jealous," Dad admitted.

"Jealous?" I thought.

Hearing that was all the urging I needed. I decided to take a chance and see where things go.

"You know, you'll always be my Daddy," I said with as much sexual energy as I could muster.

Daddy. There was that word. No longer was it a term of endearment for me. Now it was a word that stirred a strong feeling in my loins.

"You know I'm pretty hungry. I have some fresh bagels and some eggs at home. Would you want to come for brunch after we finish our run?" I asked.

I could see the wheels turning in my Dad's head. It was as if he was trying to decipher the meaning behind my invitation.

"Sure," he softly said.

Before I knew it, we were back at my house. My heart was pounding as we walked into my apartment.

"I'm going to go take a quick shower. Make yourself at home, Daddy," I announced as I walked to my en suite bathroom.

I quickly got undressed, tearing my drenched clothes off my sweltering body. I brushed my teeth and splashed water on my face. I took a deep breath, glanced in the mirror, and told myself I got this. I knew that the decision I made now would be the final straw.

I strolled out of my bedroom naked as the day I was born. I leaned against the door as seductively as I knew how and urged myself to speak.