Wednesday Is for Mica

Thank you for reading my Story, I hope that you enjoy xx Mica, West Yorkshire, England

It was Wednesday. Mica always came to visit me on a Wednesday. She would change my bed, take my dirty washing, she would rush around with the vacuum and then we would sit and have a cup of tea. Every Wednesday, week in, week out. The same.

The door opened just after ten.

"Only me dad," she said, as she always did.

"Hello love," I answered, as I always do.

"Put the kettle on dad, I'll just go and get your bedding."

The kettle was already full, in preparation, as it always was. I flicked the little button down, the blue light came on, heating happened. As it always did.

Mica was upstairs around ten minutes I supposed, stripping and remaking the bed, gathering my laundry and who knows what else.

"I'll just run around with the vac, you make the tea dad."

"Okay."

I added a tea bag to each of the mugs that I had already got out ready, reboiled the kettle, as I always do, and poured the water onto the bag. Milk from the fridge, a good stir with a teaspoon, removed the bags and went and sat in the lounge having put Mica's tea at the side where she sits. I sat in my chair. As I always do.

Mica came in and sat down opposite me as she always does. This time was different. She always wears white knickers, I know, because I always look at them and imagine her treasure beneath. This time they were pale blue. That was different, I wondered why, my mind now working overdrive. They seemed smaller, more tightly fitting, I could definitely discern her shape, but could I see it? Was the material thinner, oh my beating heart.

"So dad, what have you been up to this week?" The usual question.

"I did my online grocery shop, most of the things were in stock, just a few not, a nuisance as always, and as always they sent ridiculous substitutions, they got sent straight back. But that is okay, I have enough to see me through."

"Is there anything that you need that they didn't send, I can always go and get it."

"Oh baby, no, bless you," we did this every week, "nothing of importance, I can make do," I said, as I do every week."

"What meals did you get yourself?"

"They had a meal deal on, buy two, get third free, so I ordered some chow mein, sweet and sour chicken and a hot pot. I will have corned beef sandwiches the rest of the time."

"Okay. Would you like me to bring Fish and Chips round one lunchtime?"

"Yes, that would be nice, thank you, can I have a curry sauce with it?"

"Yes dad, you can have whatever you want, you only have to ask."

Mica settled back and as she reached for her tea, her panties stretched even tighter, and her shape was properly visible. Was she teasing me, knowing I would do nothing?

I could see the outline of her fanny, her lips fat and inviting, the crease down the middle, a slight darkness, was she wet? Was she aroused? My dick hardened. As it always does.

"I mean it dad, whatever you want."

I guessed that she didn't really mean that, I guessed that she did not really want to let me do what I wanted, to pull her knickers off and bury my tongue deep in her crease, to pull my trousers down, to fist my hard cock and shove it deep within her fanny. No, I guess she didn't mean that.

"Thank you baby. How is your tea?" I asked moving onto safer territory.

"My tea is fine dad, thank you." She finished her tea and told me of Mikhael, her husband, and the work he is doing, and I wondered if he was playing away, was he ploughing strange furrows.

"You are alright, you two?"

"Oh yes dad, I make sure he is fully satisfied in every way."

"Oh, thanks for sharing that."

"What do you expect dad? I love Mik and I love sex, so, there we are. If he were stupid enough to shag someone else, I would know, and I would have his balls as earrings. He knows that."

"Okay! Goodness Mica, I think I would be afraid to be married to you in case my eye were turned by a beautiful face."

"Dad, if we were married, you would be in my bed shagging, dawn till dusk."

A strange day. Conversations apart from the normal. I suspected that she had something on her mind, but I knew not what. After she had gone, I washed the mugs and left them on the drainer to dry. I went up to my room to get a cardigan, I felt a little cold. I noticed something on my pillow, a small pair of white knickers.

I picked them up and sniffed. Oh, they were still slightly damp at the crotch, I stretched them open and licked. The taste was divine so feminine, slightly salty and I knew I was licking Mica. My dick hardened, harder than ever. I undid my belt and pulled my trousers down and lay on the bed.

My dick was hard in my hand, and I pulled my foreskin down, stretching my foreskin from my end. There was a throbbing at the base of my dick, and a tingling at the head. Pleasures rippled down my dick to my balls which played a tune, rhythmic, pulsing.

I moved my hand, up, fully covering my head and then hard down, stretching my foreskin tight, faster I went, harder, in my mind, Mica, I was looking at her fanny, her opening wanting me, faster and harder. I sniffed her panties again and I erupted, my cum shooting high and dolloping down on my thighs and stomach.

Gasping I wiped up with her knickers, my cock quickly softening, my moment come and gone.

It was Wednesday. Mica always came to visit me on a Wednesday. She came to change my bed, take my dirty washing, then rush around with the vacuum and then we would sit and have a cup of tea. Every Wednesday, week in, week out. The same.

The door opened just after ten.

"Only me dad," she said, as she always did.

"Hello love," I answered, as I always do.

"Put the kettle on dad, I'll just go and get your bedding."

The kettle was already full, in preparation, as I always did. I flicked the little button down, the blue light came on, heating happened. As it always did.

Mica was upstairs around ten minutes I supposed, stripping and remaking the bed, gathering my laundry and who knows what else. I wondered if she would inspect the laundry this week?

"I'll just run around with the vac, you make the tea dad."

"Okay."

I added a tea bag to each of the mugs that I had already got out ready, reboiled the kettle, as I always do, and poured the water onto the bag. Milk from the fridge, a good stir with a teaspoon, removed the bags and went and sat in the lounge having put Mica's tea at the side where she sits. I sat in my chair. As I always do.

Mica came in and sat down opposite me as she always does. I looked as I always did. Oh. No panties, just her fanny bare, glistening, inviting.

"You found my present dad." She stated.

"Yes baby."

"You used them dad?"

"Yes baby, they were inspirational."

"They do seem, well used dad."

"Oh they have been."

"I meant what I said dad, anything, anything you want."

"I am afraid to ask in case I offend."

"I will respond if asked."

I was not brave enough. I could not say what I wanted. I could only enjoy what I could see.

When she went I rushed up to my room, another present, small white cotton knickers, two pairs, both full of her aroma, her taste.

One pair were still slightly damp at the crotch, as if she had just taken them off, I stretched them open and licked. The taste was divine so feminine, slightly salty and I again knew I was licking Mica. My dick hardened, harder than last week, harder than ever. I undid my belt and pulled my trousers down and lay on the bed.

My dick was hard in my hand, and I pulled my foreskin down, stretching my foreskin from my end. There was a throbbing at the base of my dick, and a tingling at the head. Pleasures rippled down my dick to my balls which played a tune, rhythmic, pulsing. I added some E45 cream to my dick, I did not want the same soreness as last week.

I moved my hand, up, fully covering my head and then hard down, stretching my foreskin tight, faster I went, harder, the E45 helping, In my mind I was looking at her fanny, her opening wanting me, I moved faster and harder. I sniffed her panties again and I erupted, my cum shooting high and dolloping down on my thighs and stomach.

Gasping I wiped up with her knickers, my cock quickly softening, my moment come and gone. A spare pair of knickers for tomorrow.

It was Wednesday. Mica always came to visit me on a Wednesday. She came to change my bed, take my dirty washing, then rush around with the vacuum and then we would sit and have a cup of tea. Every Wednesday, week in, week out. The same.

The door opened just after ten.

"Only me dad," she said, as she always did.

"Hello love," I answered, as I always do.

"Put the kettle on dad, I'll just go and get your bedding."

The kettle was already full, in preparation, as I always did. I flicked the little button down, the blue light came on, heating happened. As it always did.

Mica was upstairs around ten minutes I supposed, stripping and remaking the bed, gathering my laundry and who knows what else.

"I'll just run around with the vac, you make the tea dad."

"Okay."

I added a tea bag to each of the mugs that I had already got out ready, reboiled the kettle, as I always do, and poured the water onto the bag. Milk from the fridge, a good stir with a teaspoon, removed the bags and went and sat in the lounge having put Mica's tea at the side where she sits. I sat in my chair. As I always do.

Mica came in and sat down opposite me as she always does. This time was different. This time she was naked. Her boobs sat proudly on her chest, nipples hard, pointing at me. Her fanny bare, shaven, her crease slightly open.

"I can't spell it out more clearly dad."

"I know, but I can't ask." I replied.

I stood up and took off my shirt and then my trousers and underpants. I was naked. My dick hard and pointing forward, my balls hanging low, like fruit waiting to be plucked. I was ready.

I sat back down. "Why don't you come and give your dad a cuddle?" I asked.

Mica came across to me and crouched over me, her knees either side of me and she lowered herself. My dick lined up with her crease and slid along her wetness and found itself at her opening. She sank lower. My dick entered my daughters fanny and still she lowered herself.

"Kiss me dad," she said, "I need you to kiss me."

I pulled her face to me and kissed her, my tongue slipping across her moist lips, her tongue darting between mine, her mouth open, almost inhaling me, still she lowered herself.

"Oh dad," she gasped and pushed once more, I felt pressure at the end of my dick, I knew I was fully inside her, she possessed me, my dick fully absorbed, her fanny rippled, it was as if I were been masturbated from within, but a better feeling than my hand ever felt.

I jerked up a little, shagging.

"Oh yes dad, have me, I so want you."

"Let us go to bed baby," I said, mostly because it was a bit uncomfortable.

"I am afraid that if I let you go, you won't come back," she said, unmoving, "I need you in me, I need your seed inside me."

"I will, I promise," I answered her, and she rose, my dick slipping out, my foreskin rolled back and bunched up beneath my head trapped by my bulging rim.

I got up and we went up the stairs, her clothes in a pile on my chair, her knickers on my pillow.

"For later dad," she said pointing at her knickers.

I moved them to my bedside and rolled the quilt back, revealing my sheet, clean, not covered with the usual CSI friendly marks. Not at the moment, but they would be when she came to change it next week.

Mica lay on the bed, her legs apart, her valley open, the gash of red within glistening, her fanny opening pulsing, open, closed, open, inviting, beckoning me to approach. It had been so long, but I leant forward and blew on the red, she shivered, my tongue snaked, touched, slid, tasted, she jerked, "Oh God," she gasped as my tongue dabbed her clit.

I sucked, pulling her clitoris, hood and all, into my mouth, a finger pushing inside, wiggling, my nail scratching at her Gspot, then pressing up at her clit from within.

"Dad, yes, dad, I need this. Have me dad, have your daughter, you made me once, now make me again."

I moved away and hovered over her, my dick, hard, jutting, in her trench. Her hand gripped my dick and moved me to her entrance, I pressed down, I slipped in, past her opening and filled her, her wetness easing my way, my foreskin bunching up, my rim wiping her walls like a squeegee.

"Oh dad, finally, you feel so good, perfect dad, perfect."

I said nothing, what could I say, my fantasy over the past few months being fulfilled, I was unsure if I were awake and experiencing this, or in a coma, unlikely to ever awaken from the nirvana that enveloped me. I began my movements, my dick sliding with in her, almost out, fully in. He fanny walls were hot and rippled along the length of my dick, pulsating.

My dick was where it needed to be, my balls were tightening, remembering the long forgotten sensations, my breath strong within my chest, my Mica laying beneath me, her body impaled on my metaphoric spear. Still her fanny rippled along my dick, like a gossamer masturbation, she tantalised and delighted, her eyes were shining, fixed on mine, her lips mouthing 'yes daddy' as I moved within her.

I began to move quicker, pressing fully inside, then easing back, faster I pressed, my movements felt like a blur, Mica gasping as I pounded, the almost obscene slap as my body struck hers, her gasps as I reached her depth, the sounds of copulation.

She screamed, Mica, opened her mouth her tongue came out and she screamed, her eyes closed, her fanny clamping me hard, holding me, and as she did I ejaculated, filling her fanny as her climax overtook her, my spurts held within her by her tight squeezing fanny.

She relaxed, a smile wide on her lips, my dick freed and slipped from her and I rolled to my side, I was spent.

"Thank you dad," she said, "I needed that."

She rolled off the bed and put her bra and skirt on, and then her top. Looking decent, but dripping, she looked across at me.

"Same time next week dad?"

"Yes love," I answered.