Greetings all, this is the second chapter to the story I submitted in the 2011 Literotica Winter Holiday Theme Story contest. I had received a lot of positive feedback from many readers, thank you! Several readers requested that I disclose what parts of the story are "Real" events. I feel revealing such information would detract from the rest of the story. However, knowing that my writing has successfully blurred what is real and fantasy and inspires the reader to imagine, is a great compliment.
Due to several comments and reviews, I did not feel that the story was at the same quality level as chapter 1 and so it has been updated and re-edited.
I would like to personally thank AlphasGirl09 & AnotherWannabe, for their editorial assistance in this story; thank you for selflessly giving up your personal time!
As this story is a direct continuation, it is not standalone and I strongly urge you to read chapter 1 first.
Although the content of this story is fantasy, some parts were inspired by real life events confessed by a friend.
*If you are easily offended by stories involving sex, promiscuous behavior and Father/Daughter incest, you should not read this*
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I awoke on the floor in the early afternoon, cuddling Dad's shoulder, both of us still naked and blissfully content from the morning's activities. He stared into my eyes as I fiddled with the necklace he had given me.
"So are you ready to get up and go out?" he spoke, lightly pinching my nipple.
I squirmed from the stimulation and grabbed him by his balls.
"You keep that up and I doubt we will make it anywhere except here!" I teased seductively.
"C'mon," he said with a strain as he got up and pulled me off the floor, "We will be joining a guest tonight."
"Oh? ...and who's that?" I questioned.
"A surprise."
"Will we have time to play with our Christmas toys tonight?"
"I'm sure there will be plenty of time for that, as long as we get out of here on time. I arranged for us to go out to dinner to a comedy club with a new friend of mine," he said as he walked me to the shower in the master bath.
"Will you join me in the shower? I'm a bit horny over all this talk about a new friend," I said to him while guiding his hand to my pussy.
"Yes," he chuckled while turning the shower on and fondling me at the same time. "But we need to be quick or we'll end up late and not get in."
"Mmmmm.... that feels nice," I groaned as he fingered me.
As we stood there in the warm spray, he reached around me to cup my breast. With his other hand, he worked his magic on my vulva as he started to push his thumb into my anus. I tilted my head back against his shoulder and opened my mouth from the pleasure of an oncoming orgasm. Seeing this, he quickly pushed his penis into me. The sharp thrust into my cunt heightened the experience, immediately causing me to cum. As I spasmed around his dick he continued to pound me hard. After only a few minutes of pumping in and out of me, I felt the pulse of his seed quench my insides.
"Ohh God!" I exclaimed, shuddering uncontrollably. He started to pull out of me, but I thrust myself back onto him, stammering, "No leave it in... I... I don't want to lose it all out of me in the shower."
He chuckled as he forced his manhood back in deep. "I think I've turned you into a nympho," he laughed as he started to sponge my back.
"To be honest, I've always enjoyed sex, but never this much before... I absolutely love the sensation of you cumming in me. It's the most amazing feeling," I cooed, wiggling my butt against him.
"Making love to you is intoxicating," he responded, grabbing my breast and pulling me back against his chest.
"Ohhhh," I mumbled softly as he nibbled down my neck, "We're never going to get out of here if you keep doing that."
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After finally making it out of the shower, we got dressed and were on our way to the nightclub. Amazingly enough we managed to get there just in time, despite having left so late. The club was modest in size, seating around a hundred people. The room was lit softly by the dim flickering lights at each table and a narrow spotlight on stage. As a hostess escorted us to our table, I noticed a young pretty woman already seated and wearing an identical dress to mine, but white. After my dad pulled out the seat for me, he introduced the woman as Lindsey.
She smiled at me and spoke, "Hey there, how are you? I see that dress didn't go to waste," she leaned to kiss me on the cheek, "It looks fabulous on you by the way."
Lindsey was a stunning brunette with long flowing hair. She was about my size and build though slightly smaller in the bust. She appeared to be in her mid to late twenties. With her stunning looks, warm smile and radiant complexion, she could have easily been a fashion model. She looked familiar and I hesitated with my mouth slightly ajar as I attempted to remember who she was. "Ohhh... you... you work in the lingerie shop in the mall," I stammered as I recalled her face, "it's nice to see you again."
"Yes," Dad interjected, "after she helped me find some things for you, we spoke for a while and kind of hit it off. Lindsey told me about this place and invited us to join her."
"That was really nice of you. I just love comedy clubs!" I said with a smile back at her.
"Oh... no problem. It was actually doing me a favor. I had gotten the tickets for my parents who were going to be flying in for the holidays, but my dad got real sick right before they were scheduled to leave," she paused to take a swallow of her drink, "Because it was such short notice, I didn't have anyone else to go with or time to sell them, until Alan here came along."
"I'm so sorry to hear that, will he be ok?" I asked politely, giving her my full attention.
"Yea, the doctors just want to keep him at the hospital a few days for some tests and observation. This is the second time he has gotten sick this year," she said with a concerned smile.
Just as she finished speaking, the waiter came to our table and took our drink and dinner orders.
"So, how long have you worked at the lingerie shop?" I asked her.
"Well actually, I own it. It will be two years next month since I opened," she boasted.
"That's great! So, tell me, how did you remember my size?"
"Well, it pays to pay attention to your customer's needs, especially the cute ones!" she smiled at me with a flirtatious look.
"I see," I blushed, "you're not so bad looking yourself."
As I finished speaking, the announcer came on stage to review the lineup of performers. After he introduced the first act, the waiters began bringing us our dinners and more drinks, which was sort of cool since they never once carded me.
The comedy acts were pretty good and kept us laughing through the whole show. But Lindsey kept distracting me with her suggestive, flirtatious comments. Now although I have had several sexual encounters with other woman in the past, they never escalated beyond a bit of touching here and there. However, the past week with my dad had really opened my eyes to many new tantalizing levels of my own sexuality, and with a few drinks in me, I found myself flirting back. So, when the show finally came to an end, I invited her home with us and she eagerly accepted the offer. Dad also seemed particularly pleased she accepted and gave her the directions to his house.
Lindsey arrived behind us in her Beamer as we pulled into the driveway. As Dad went to unlock the house, I quickly walked over to her car and stood shivering in the cold night air. When she exited, I greeted her with a brief hug and then quickly escorted her into the house.
"Wow, this is a lovely home you have," Lindsey declared as my dad took her coat.
"Thank you!" Dad replied with a smile.
Lindsey inhaled deeply through her nose, "Mmmm... I love the smell of gingerbread."
I grabbed her hand and gave her a quick tour of the house ending through the kitchen and into the living room. She beamed a smile at me after staring at the tree and commented, "Very pretty, but no angel?"
"Oh, there's an angel. It uhh... fell off the tree," Dad said with a chuckle.
"Ahh, sounds like there's a story behind that," she pondered.
"You could say that," I paused, "Let's just say that the white lingerie I got from your store had something to do with it." I looked at her with a devilish grin.
"I would have loved to have seen that on you," she commented with a seductive look.
"Well, maybe later," I winked suggestively.
"Would you ladies care for a drink?" Dad asked us from the other side of the kitchen island as he opened a bottle of Merlot.
After Lindsey and I nodded with approval, we sat down on the couch and lustfully gazed over each other's bodies until our eyes met and we were locked in a stare, each of us seemingly hesitant to look away.
"I love how your hair looks," Lindsey spoke, finally breaking the silence.
"Oh, thank you! It's a new style for me," I eyed her briefly from head to toe, "So... you look like you are about my size. Would you like to change into something more comfortable?"