Following My Instincts

Dad grabbed my hips and drove me down as he thrust up and the wet slap as our bodies met sent a shiver through me, told me I was going to cum soon regardless of what my mind was saying. Pussy was in charge. We fucked harder and faster. Dad was groaning and moaning and so was I. We didn't have a coherent thought to rub together. We were just bodies rubbing together, harder and harder until my string broke and Pussy's excesses laid total claim over me and I shook, screaming.

Dad was straining, pulling me hard into his body as he released. I've never felt 'hot cum splashing' inside, but I did feel a tide of warm wetness surge from me, coating both our bodies. Dad's cum brought a secondary after- shock raging through Pussy and we squirmed against each other, mouth-to-mouth, groin-to-groin.

It wasn't the most explosive orgasm I've ever had, or the longest, but I've never felt such peace in the warm after glow.

When Dad started to snore I found it hard not to burst into peels of laughter. Pussy did, however, squeeze his flaccid cock out of me as I tried to suppress a chortle and I could feel a whole dam of hot liquid release from inside me. Now normally I would have had the compulsion to reach for some tissues to 'clean up his mess'. This time it felt so erotic I rubbed myself against Dad's flaccidness coating everything in our combined juices. I felt so ... ripe. I was dripping. Dad didn't wake but he would in a minute.

Suddenly I felt the need to pee. I had gone earlier but damn it I just had to go again, so I gently untangled myself from Dad. Goddamn he looked so peaceful drooling onto his big office chair. Damn gotta run!

I took the opportunity for a quick shower while I was there. It wasn't to 'wash away his mess'; it was with a wistful sigh that I washed Dad's creamy white love away. I wanted the second round to be a fresh start, and I wanted to be fresh for Him, for Dad. Sigh. I was a wreck, but undeniably happy.

I snuck up on my snoring dad. It wasn't hard. Once again I took up the position, on my knees with my face, with my lips hovering over Dad's limp dick. I was amazed just how small it looked, barely an inch long. There are dicks and there are dicks and I must say I'm more impressed by a dick that grows from such a tiny wee nubbin to a proud six-inch flourish, than a great limp thing that just stands up. Not that I'd argue with a man that stands up for a lady. I just had to have Dad's nubbin in my mouth. God, Dad's pubes were stinky! But I knew the source of their divine odour; the wet and sticky outpourings of well-fucked Pussy and a shiver swept over my skin, a Mexican wave of goose pimples.

"Oh sweet heart, oh baby," Hmm, Dad's awake, "Oh SHIT!" Dad jerked out from under my gentle ministrations. What was happening? Was Dad having a big case of the guilts? "The time! FUCK! I've got a client coming in, in five minutes! FUCK!"

"Well you go and have a shower and if he shows up, I'll pour him a coffee." I leaned in and gave Dad a kiss. "Hmm we should have done this years ago."

"Oh, please don't tell me that now, god!" he was squirming under me, his cock getting harder. It was a good omen for later.

"I know, scoot! I'll hold down the fort." I slapped Dad's somewhat flabby buns as he slipped passed.

"Oh, the disk I just burnt is for a client showing this afternoon. Could you play it for him in the lounge room?"

"Go!" I waved him away. On the monitor the software was asking about labels. I clicked on and moved the ejected disk to the printer. Vvvvrrrtt, vvvvrrrtt, vvvvrrrtt, cover, printed, cropped and inserted, disk printed and in its case. Everything ready. Now who were these people? The file was open on Dad's desk. Hmmm.

The doorbell rang just as the coffee machine was hot enough. Dad was still in the shower and I had clothes on. Not much, just shorts and a big t-shirt and nothing else. I wasn't going to get completely dressed just for an advertising agency wanker. Still, Daddy said I must try and play nice so I ushered the flat faced, grey suit- wearing moron into our lounge room with a smile and a small flourish. I begged his forgiveness for Dan's tardiness (I wasn't going to hint that Dan was my dad, my freshly fucked dad, hmm.). I asked his coffee preferences and passed him the remote control.

I was halfway to the kitchen when the flat faced one spoke, sort of. It was more a grunt but it was probably the best it could, and it waved the remote. I walked back and showed it the play button, the BIG blue one with the word PLAY written in bold across it. Sheesh!

I returned with it's coffee and a tray of chocolate biscuits. Hmmm, it went, slurp, slurp, chomp, chomp, slurp, it went. "Good!" Why it was even pointing to the pictures on screen. What a clever thing it he was.

"This is good, our client is gonna love it," chomp, slobber.

"Good." I said as Dad walked slowly into the room. I waved him off. He retired into the hallway. "Then you won't mind taking care of this." I placed copies of two invoices into it's hands. Dad's face dropped. 'What was I doing?' he asked silently. I didn't blink.

"According to the terms, one third payment was due at the start of this project, initial approval was agreed upon last week, which was the agreed point for the second payment. As none of these payments have been received I'm afraid we will have to withhold the DVD until payment has been received."

The flat faced one gawped and choked on yet another biscuit. "But our client meeting is at one!" It flapped and floundered on the couch.

"Then you have plenty of time to organise payment. Have your accounts ring us when payment has been made. Upon confirmation, I will courier the disk to you immediately." I made sure Dad kept out of sight as I directed flat face out the door.

"What were you thinking?" Dad whispered as we watched flat face get into his 7 series BMW.

"Flat Face likes it. The client will love it, why haven't you been paid? You gotta stand up to those suits. Only thing they understand."

"You need me in your office, but I want you in your bed!" I said as I grabbed Dad and kissed him hard. Dad's hands grabbed my behind and pulled me close, grinding his groin into mine.

"Now where were we?" I said cheekily, "Oh, yeah. I said 'we should have done this years ago' and you said."

"I said," dad interrupted, "Oh, please don't tell me that now."

"Yes, well we've tidied up that little interruption, I'm more interested in the 'we should have done this years ago' part. You ... you wanted me then?" Dad kissed me hard and pulled me close.

"Oh baby I've wanted you for years." Dad smiled and sighed. "And your mother, she knew and teased me mercilessly."

"What?"

"Oh your mother had hot pants, more than I could handle most days. She knew this would happen." Hmm. Pussy was telling me something. I agreed; this is totally the wrong place for this conversation. Not in the hallway. It should be happening in a bedroom, Dad's bedroom. I kissed him hard and began leading him to his room.

I wriggled out of my clothes and jumped into the middle of dad's bed. "Tell me about momma, Dad. Could she really tell that I wanted to fuck you?" There was no point in being coy about it.

Dad was only seconds behind me in shedding his clothes and he wrapped his arms around me and I was in heaven.

"You mother had very hot pants and she had many lovers. I didn't mind. She always came back to me and told me everything. Your mother had hot pants and she said you would have them too." Dad chuckled and I just wriggled my body against him.

"I don't remember when it was exactly, you were about twelve I think and, I can't tell you what you were doing exactly, but you were driving me nuts. I had nearly yelled at you a couple of times when your mother drew me to one side. She told me to look closer at what you were doing, smiling, touching my arm and neck, little poses. Your mother pointed it out to me. You were flirting. Made her laugh." Dad smiled.

"That night she teased me by role-playing as you while we were making love. No matter how many times I asked not to she would moan out 'oh daddy' or whisper 'fuck me harder daddy'. Drove me mad! But she knew what she was doing and we both had a magnificent night.

"And while I had been 'inocculated' against your wiles by your mother's warning, I wasn't totally immune. Your mother loved to watch you and tease me about it later. One night she asked me to role-play her father. I mean what was I going to do? Your mum really got off on it. That's when she told me that one day you would climb into my bed."

"She told me one of her regrets was not jumping her old- man's bones when she had the chance and she tried to encourage me to take you up on your flirting."

"Why didn't you dad? I wouldn't have said no." Pussy was pulsing. Hmm imagine fucking Dad back then?

"Well the truth of it is, I didn't want to seduce you, to coerce you, I wanted you to come to me to tell me what you wanted." He sighed.

"Well I'm telling you now." I took a deep breath. "And I think I've given you a decent hint as to what I want, but here it is in black and white. Dad I want you to fuck me." My whole body blushed. "I think you could say that I fucked you earlier. I want you to fuck me now. I want..."

I didn't get the chance to finish. Dad's lips were on mine, his tongue in my mouth. He pulled me to him and I could feel his hard cock press into my belly. Pussy hummed joyfully. Dad's fingers began to play with my nipples, sending powerful waves of pleasure harmonising with Pussy's song.

Already Pussy had me on edge and I gasped when Dad's mouth left mine. He grinned as he leaned down and began devouring my nipples with sucks and tiny bites. Oh GOD! This was just that they had been longing for all day. Dad's fingers requested permission to slide between my legs and I granted it willingly lifting my right leg, gifting access to everything. I was Dad's to do with me as he chose. He wanted me to cum.

Pussy was very pleased and she really began to sing.

Dad's fingers stroked and swirled around my clit and a small but extremely pleasant cum unfolded from Pussy and I began to lose my grip. Somehow Dad made the change from sucking on my nipples to sucking on my clit with no apparent transition at all. I could feel his fingers moving in and out of Pussy's clutches. The waves of pleasure rose to a great orgasmic tsunami that swept me out to sea.

It was almost as though I was drifting outside my body. I could see Dad lift up his head and ask me a question. I could even hear my body reply. Yes! Fuck me now Daddy! I saw him lift himself and crawl above me. I could see his fingers part my lips and position his crooked cock at Pussy's entrance as if I was some floating wide-angle cameraman. Oh, and then he pushed into Pussy. Fade to white. Fade to black.

I don't think I missed much and besides, I was back in my body by the time Dad was getting to the end of his rope. Poor gallant man, waiting for his lover to find her pleasure first. I'd found it Dad, believe me. Your turn now.

"Oh Daddy, Daddy, fuck me hard. Cum in me. Spurt your lovely cum up inside me, Daddy. I want you hard Dad. Blow your wad in your baby, Daddy." I began to whisper a litany of incestuous babbling into Dad's ear and he strained and blushed and grinned and pumped me harder, faster and faster until he stiffened, immobile, his face contorted in pleasure.

Our bodies collapsed together in afterglow heaven.

The day rolled on and sure enough, by eleven-thirty Dad had his money and Flat Face had the DVD. Everyone was happy. We didn't even get out of bed to answer the phone!

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That was the day my life changed for the better in so many ways. Never did go back to slingin' burgers. I set to and started knocking Dad's business into shape. In two weeks I was officially on the payroll, office manager. By the time I had extracted all the payments owed to Dad we found ourselves with a tidy sum in the bank. Poor Dad, he never did have a good head for numbers.

But the best thing was that now Dad and I had as much time together as we desired, and we desired a whole lot. I never used that skinny single bed again and I've never regretted it, not for a heartbeat.

It's been five years since the day Pussy changed my life and everything is still humming. I've never let Dad introduce me to anyone as his daughter so at any of the industry functions I was Pam, the office manager, and then his partner, Pam. No one knew I was his daughter; I was just 'the bright young thing' fucking her boss. Happens all the time. We could be as flirtatious in public as we liked. Delicious fun.

This morning Pussy woke me up with an unusual message. I don't know whether it was because I was half asleep but it wasn't until the second time Dad had unloaded inside me that the penny dropped and I understood Pussy's pulsing message.

Babies.

Pussy wanted babies, Dad's babies. Pussy made me squirm and strain on Dad's hard cock driving the realisation home. That 'ticking clock' that all women hear at some stage of their lives, struck a gong, reverberating through me so strongly I was left panting. Or was it Dad's crooked cock that was ringing my bell?

Now will I tell Dad? Pussy has no interest in whether Dad knows or not but I think it would be polite to tell him don't you?

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