The love between the Major Colonel and Leigh strengthens and flourishes
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Tigersman, thank you for your help with editing this story
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The next six months were challenging and rewarding for both of us.
There were plenty of people in and out of the house doing a myriad of things related to the military and Daddy's current command at Fort Belaire. For all intent and purpose, I was Daddy's Executive Assistant. I was always there with him, taking his calls, managing his calendar, planning his parties, hosting his receptions and traveling with him. No one questioned how much time we spent together, what we did or where. Things were going along fine, until the hushed whispers began to circulate. They started after the new housekeeper walked in on us one day and found me backed against a wall with Daddy's hand under my dress.
To counter the rumors, and minimize their impact on his career, Daddy began seeing a woman named Barbara Townsend. In his typical focused, thought out manner, he made a point of appearing in public with her, escorting her to different functions and introducing her to his friends and acquaintances. I'm sure he was also having sex with her, which angered and upset me. I understood what he was doing, but I could also feel the intense jealousy whenever I saw them together.
Despite the time that he spent with Barbara, our affection and a desire for each other grew stronger. When he was home, it was a regular occurrence that he would come to my room at night, strip naked and crawl into bed with me. Sometimes we would only caress and fondle each other, enjoy mutual masturbation or oral sex before one or both of us would cum, and then fall asleep in each other's arms. I was in love with him.
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"Do you love me, Daddy?" I asked as I pulled myself on top of him and bent forward to kiss him.
"Of course I love you. Don't I show you how much at least once a day?" He replied with a devilish, lecherous grin on his face.
"No, I mean love me as a woman, not your daughter," I clarified.
He didn't answer.
I pushed myself up and he took my nipple into his open mouth letting him eagerly nibble and suck, sending shivers to my clit. He groaned deep in his throat, as he sucked my tits harder. I inched my hand downward and stroked his cock until it grew bigger and harder in my hand, and from the look on his face, we both knew what was going to happen next. I could tell Daddy was trying to control his release, but it was a futile struggle. When I looked down into his handsome, craggy face and swiped my tongue across his lips, his cock erupted and cum sprayed out in long, white threads covering my breasts and stomach.
After a brief rest, he rolled me onto my back and began masturbating me, lightly caressing the 'sweet spot' between my legs. I started humping his hand and making a low whimpering sound. The next thing I knew, he was mounting me. In that instance, I was flooded with all of the unrealized desires I had repressed for so long. He thrust into me deep, letting his weight pin me to the bed, as he stroked into me, filling me with his full length. I cried out and dug my nails into his back as he continued to fuck me with abandon until we both came. He came first, hard and deep, and then me squirming and bucking, my arms around his neck holding him tightly to me.
"Yes baby, cum for Daddy," he said looked down at me, repeating my name in a soft, guttural voice, "Megan . . . Megan." Spent, my body relaxed and opened even more for him. He pushed forward inside me, grinding against my pussy, enjoying the way it felt as my body hugged his cock and milked out the last of his cum. He groaned when he felt my hips move ever so slightly as I tried to hump against him.
"You little slut, you want more don't you?" he said laughing and grinning.
"Yes, yes please," I said, "please Daddy."
"Patience, little girl," he told me.
He pulled all of the way out of me and kissed me. He bent my knees up, opened my legs and leaning closer to my pussy began to feast, hungrily kissing and sucking my wet, juicy slit. I pulled him closer and moaned with desire when he twirled his tongue around my clit. I knew he could feel me quivering in his mouth when he tongued my clit like that, guiding me toward another hard, intense orgasm.
*****
For my twentieth birthday, Daddy took me on a two week Caribbean cruise. To the other couples we met, we appeared to be an affectionate couple, an older man and a much younger woman, who couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other.
One extraordinarily beautiful but humid evening, long after most passengers had returned to their cabins, we went up on Lido Deck for a swim. Daddy gave me an appreciative look as I removed my cover-up and modeled a little nothing of a yellow and white thong bikini. It was quiet and deserted when I slipped into the water and stood up; the cold water made my hardening nipples unmistakable under the thin fabric of my top.
Daddy watched as I swam a few laps before pulling himself up out of the pool and sitting on the edge loudly complaining of a raging hard-on and churning balls. Laughing to myself, I waded over to him to see for myself. I gave him a sad, sympathetic face as if to say 'poor baby, let me take care of that for you,' and moved between his legs.
I ducked my head under the water, and I could feel him tremble when I stuck my tongue out, licked his inner thighs, and gently nibbled along the length of his captive cock. He reached for his cock, and I pushed his hand away.
Knowing we were alone in a secluded corner of the pool, I slipped my hand under the waistband of his swim trunks and freed his swollen throbbing cock. My tongue flicked across the tip of his cockhead, and I licked away the large bead of pre-cum that had begun to form. He groaned with pleasure when I sucked his cock into my warm, tight mouth and began a slow up and down motion. I think I surprised him when I took his cock down my throat so deep his eyes watered from the pressure on his sensitive cockhead.
