In celebration of my 100th submission to this site, I think it's about time I address all those people who have asked me how many of my stories were actual experiences that I had. Some of my stories are loosely based on facts. Most are fantasies-either mine or yours. The following is my story; true in every detail, except that I'm going to change my brother's name for his sake only.
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I used to drive my father crazy. Sometimes on purpose. From the first time I can remember ever thinking about it, I wanted him to like me better than my older brother, Andy. When I was little there wasn't much I could do except try to be nice to my father and do what he said. But every now and then I couldn't play the nice little girl any longer and I revolted. I knew when I crossed the line whenever he had my Mom intervene.
Then I became a teenager and found out that guys wanted to like me for a completely different reason. I dated one of them a lot and we taught each other some fundamental things that allowed each of us to turn eighteen as non-virgins.
That's also when I began to notice my father sometimes looking at me in much the same way as my boyfriend. His eyes wandered to places that left no doubt what was on his mind. I quickly realized I had a new weapon in my struggle to have him pay more attention to me.
My Dad always said I was 'cute.' I think that means I'm somewhere between average and pretty. Nobody in our family is real tall so I got stuck with about five feet four inches to work with. Luckily, Mom passed down the genes for breasts that were perfect for my fairly small frame. And I simply lucked into a pretty decent ass.
With the right selection of clothing, I can present a very nice package, in my humble opinion.
Thus, at the age of nineteen and with my childish boyfriends out of the way, I was prepared to concentrate on my father. I didn't wake up one day saying to myself, 'I'm going to seduce my Dad today.' It was a gradual thing. I didn't have a plan, or agenda, or whatever you want to call it. I simply paid attention to opportunities that arose for me to flirt with him and win his favor.
I didn't go straight to college out of high school. That would happen a couple years later. So, I lived at home and worked at the small business my father owned. That meant we saw a lot of each other. I determined early on this was either going to be a good thing for me or it would end any chance I had of having a relationship with him. It turned out being a very good thing.
I worked in the offices of his business and never interacted with the customers, so I could wear pretty much anything I wanted. Sometimes it was jeans; sometimes a skirt and blouse; sometimes a summery dress. The first time I remember purposely seeking a reaction from him was a day I wore a blouse and short skirt. I think I've got nice-looking legs. Short, but nice. And if I leave an extra button unbuttoned on the blouse, I can show adequate cleavage.
With no evil intention in mind except to surprise him, I went into Dad's office while he was out, sat on the edge of his desk with my legs crossed and waited. He entered and stood frozen in place for an instant when he saw me. Then he closed the door and walked around to his chair, unable to conceal his inspection of me from head to toe.
I was sitting on a side of the desk, not facing him. We chatted for a few minutes while he shuffled papers and then I turned so that I faced him, still off to the side of his chair. It gave him a pretty good view of my legs, well up my thighs under the short skirt, and he looked truly uncomfortable in his efforts not to stare.
That's when I saw it for the first time. A bulge in his pants at the crotch. I wanted to shout out 'Yes!' in my excitement. The power I felt at that instant was intoxicating and already my mind was plotting the next step, an important threshold to cross in my bond with Dad. From that moment forward, I DID have evil intentions in mind.
I didn't do anything during that visit. I wasn't sure how long we'd be alone and I hadn't really expected to see signs of an erection, so as much as I wanted to jump in his lap, I left the office happy and horny.
However, at the end of the day when all the employees had left and I went to Dad's office to prepare for the ride home, everything changed.
He was finishing up his work when I walked in and closed the door. I stood behind him as he sat and massaged his neck and shoulders while we talked. He seemed to be a little anxious about something. I walked to a small window that looked out onto some fields and when I turned back around, Dad was right next to me.
I must have shown my surprise because Dad said, "Sorry, hon."
"It's alright," I said. "I didn't hear you."
He was looking at the opening in my blouse and stepped even closer. I actually had to lean back so we didn't touch.
"I thought I'd repay you for the massage."
"Oh, you don't have to, Dad. I enjoy giving them to you."
I felt my back contact the wall behind me. Dad hovered over me for a second. He tilted his face down to mine and pressed against me. He put his lips on mine and we exchanged a short, nondescript kiss. Then he did it again with his tongue separating my lips. His body pushed against me and our tongues met.
Then I felt it. Just above my pussy. His hard cock was wedged between us and Dad was unmistakably rubbing it on me as the kiss became more passionate. My mind was a blur with thoughts and emotions. I had wanted this; solicited it in actions and what I wore. Now what was I to do?
Dad answered it for me. He took one of my hands and put it on the front of his pants.
"Touch it, Traci. Feel what you do to me."
I put my palm on his erection. It felt huge to me compared to my boyfriends. I heard him sigh and I pressed harder.
"Oh, yes. Just like that, honey."
He kissed my cheeks and chin. Then he was kissing and licking my neck, his cock seeming to grow even harder under my hand. Soon, his lips were inside the top of my blouse. Dad's hands rose up to my breasts and lightly touched them through my shirt.
No words were spoken when he opened one more button of my blouse. Now he could kiss the insides of both breasts. I clutched at his cock and pulled on it in my ever-increasing lust. But he was in control and his actions became more desperate as he hastily yanked my blouse out of my skirt and unbuttoned it all the way down.
His hands were inside, grasping at my tits and pushing my silky bra from side to side. I knew not to speak. His nervousness before was because he realized he was going to do this. If I stopped him now we'd probably never have another chance. If he wanted to dominate me this first time, so be it.
"Take it off," he murmured.
I slipped off the blouse and tossed it aside. He instantly had my bra unhooked and was pulling it off with his mouth already on my tit. I moaned out loud from the incredible sensation of his tongue on my nipple and his lips compressing nearly all of my tit. He sucked and nibbled and bit softly until I thought I'd cum.
I found myself fumbling with his belt. Without ever losing contact with my tits, he undid it himself and opened his pants. I pulled down the zipper and eagerly sought out his rigid cock. It was warm and hard in my hand and I wondered for the first time just what he had in mind.
I thought I had a clue when his hands rose up the back of my thighs and onto my ass. His fingers slipped inside my panties and he gripped my ass with power, yet finesse. At that point I was sure we would fuck.
But then he was pushing down on my shoulders.
"On your knees, Traci," he ordered. "Take out my cock."
I pushed down his pants and shorts to finally expose his huge cock. I looked at it with more desire than I could ever remember looking at a cock.
"In your mouth, hon. I want to feel your lips around it."
I was able to lick it a couple times before he put his hands on the back of my head and forcibly drove the cock between my lips. It might not have been the most romantic first time for us, but we were both so God damned horny it didn't matter.
Dad fucked my face like he'd never had sex before. I held him by the ass and readily accepted every frantic thrust. I clamped down on him with my lips and let him slide across my tongue for the next couple minutes.
The first sweet taste of his precum warned me even more than his frenzied grunts and groans that he was ready to cum.
"That's it, baby. Harder! Suck me harder!"
After that, all I heard was an unrecognizable growl.
His fingers gripped my hair. And he came.
Years and years of his apparent desire for me flowed out now in rivers of cum. Each thrust delivered more until I couldn't keep up. It leaked out of my mouth and onto my chin. I waited for his cock to lose its stiffness and it never happened. Dad moaned just as loud almost a minute later, but instead of shots of cum I was getting a trickle. Then he was done.
Dad leaned against the wall and I sucked him clean. A stream of cum covered one of my nipples. Only when he withdrew was he finally half erect.
He helped me up and cleaned my face. He looked at me and meekly said, "Thanks, honey."
We kissed.
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So my first episode with Dad was somewhat of an unexpected use of me that left me pleased, but unfulfilled. It was a start.
About a week later, we had an opportunity to try it again. But this time I wasn't going to allow my tense father to dictate the terms and conditions. He could probably get a blowjob from any woman at work any time he wanted. I was his daughter and I deserved better. Actually, he did, too. And I intended to give it to him.
It was a rare weekend that BOTH my Mom and brother were out of town overnight with friends. I never did determine if Dad had the same thoughts in mind as me, but I suspect he did. Still, I wasn't taking any chances.
All day on that Saturday I wore the sexiest shorts and t-shirt, without a bra, that I owned. It was a blatant display of skin with only one goal in mind. Yes, I was quite sure I saw that familiar bulge in his pants long before I acted upon it. I let him suffer during the day making certain that I was seldom out of his view.
It was after dinner and Dad was sitting on the back porch. A few years later we would have done it right on the porch, but this time I said to him, "Hey, Dad. Come in here for a minute, OK?"
He didn't seem pleased to leave his beer behind, but once inside the door I took his hand and led him down the hall towards my parents' bedroom. I closed the door behind us and saw the puzzled, apprehensive look on his face. He had to know at that point the time had come.
"Get undressed," I said calmly.
Nobody was going to tear off anybody's clothes this time. He was either going to listen and perform, or I would walk out. He took off his shoes and socks, then lifted his shirt over his head. I had always loved his chest with the hint of hair and flat, firm stomach. He was not a body builder by any stretch of the imagination, but looked so good for his age.
Before he got to his shorts I slipped a hand inside my own pants for effect. I made it obvious I was rubbing my clit and pussy for him. By the time he was bending over to remove the last of his clothes, he was almost erect.
"Get harder," I said. "Play with yourself, Dad."
He timidly reached for his cock. As soon as he had it in his palm, I kept one hand in my shorts and put the other inside my shirt. Now he didn't need instructions. He masturbated while I played with my clit and tits, showing him more and more with each passing minute but never letting him see it all. The head of his cock turned bright pink and the veins in his cock a dark purple. He was as hard as ever.
