Getting Sweaty with Daddy

"I know you like to play with your fake daughter; how about you show your real daughter a good time," I sultrily said.

My Dad's eyes were practically coming out of his eyes. I strutted over to where he was sitting and straddled his lap.

"You are pretty quiet, Daddy. Do you not find your slutty daughter attractive?" I asked while taking his hands and placing them on my firm breasts.

My Dad looked me up and down, speechless. I could feel his cock growing in his shorts, pressing against my sensitive pussy. Yet, despite his clear physical desire, he remained silent.

His eyes soon met mine. He looked at me with a mix of lust and confusion. He was unsure what to do, but I could tell he wanted me. I ground my pussy into him, hoping he would feel my wetness. Slowly the look of confusion dissipated, and the hunger in his eyes grew.

Dad reached out his left hand, removing it from my breast. I groaned as my tit missed his warm hand.

He ran his hands through my untamed hair as if in slow motion before pulling my face towards his.

I could not believe that this was happening. My heart fluttered as Dad's lips finally met mine. Our bodies melded together as I felt his hips buck against me. I slipped my tongue passed his lips and, for the first time, felt his wet tongue massage mine.

I couldn't help but moan in my Dad's mouth as I increased my gyrations. Dad met every movement. His cock pressed against my clit, causing me incredible amounts of pleasure.

Dad's right hand never left my breast. As our kiss intensified, Dad began to tug at my nipples before teasing the underside of my breast with his nails. It was clear that Dad was a skilled lover. His hands were strong, and he touched me with a self-assurance of a man who knew his way around a woman's body. His touch felt so different than the guys my age I was used to.

He was already driving me crazy despite still being fully dressed. I couldn't wait to see what he could do with his cock out.

I pulled away from our kiss and stood up. Taking Dad's hand, I pulled him towards my bedroom.

"Let's go shower together, Daddy," I suggested before sauntering over to my room.

I felt his eyes burning into my tight ass. I had caught Daddy watching my ass many times before while running, but now it felt like his eyes were burning right through me.

I turned on the shower and let the steam fill the room. Daddy entered the bathroom but seemed unsure of what to do. It was understandable that he wanted me to take the lead.

"Take off your clothes, Daddy. We wouldn't want to get them all wet," I instructed, trying to sound as enticing as possible.

"When did my daughter become such a bad girl?" he teased.

"Sarah isn't your only slutty daughter," I shot back.

He ripped off his clothes, and I was blown away by what I saw. I knew my Dad had a great body, but I had no idea his cock was so beautiful. It wasn't the biggest dick I had ever seen, but it looked like it would fill me perfectly.

Once naked, I pulled my father towards me and kissed him again. His bare cock on my stomach made me tremble with excitement. I wrapped my fingers around his dripping cock and pulled him into the shower.

"Watch me, Daddy," I said as I stepped under the showerhead.

I closed my eyes and ran my messy hair under the hot water. The cascading water caused my supple skin to glow. I kneaded the water into my skin, feeling my body welcome my touch. The cool air made my nipples grow taut, and I couldn't help but play with them. I opened my eyes and saw my father watch in awe as I pulled and twisted my dripping-wet nipples.

"Oh, Daddy, it feels so good. My nipples are so sensitive. I love it when they are played with," I revealed, hoping he would play with them soon.

It looked like his cock was growing with every passing second. I knew I had him, but I wanted to tease him a bit more. I grabbed some body wash and poured it into my hands. As I lathered the soap into my shimmering skin, I urged my father's desire along.

"Daddy, I have been thinking about you for weeks now. I have cum so many times thinking about your big cock fucking me. I need to feel you deep inside me. You would like that, wouldn't you, Daddy? You would love to fill me with your dirty Daddy cum," I moaned as I slipped my fingers between my labia, spreading them.

Soon my fingers were teasing my engorged clit, as I looked Daddy straight in his eyes. It looked like he could cum just from watching me, but I didn't want that. I needed to feel his naked body. I pulled him under the water and got down on my knees.

"Emily" was all he had time to utter before my tongue twirled around his manhood.

I ran my tongue up and down his shaft as I grabbed his firm ass. I licked his head one more time before taking most of his cock down my throat.

I couldn't believe that this was happening. My Dad's cock was finally in my mouth. Daddy's cock pulsed in my mouth as I moved up and down his slick shaft. I loved knowing that he was enjoying this as much as I was.

Daddy soon gripped my head as he yelled, "I'm gonna cum, baby."

Despite the warning, I never moved my mouth off of his cock. His cock soon exploded in my mouth as warm strands of cum shot into the back of my throat. It was a lot to take, but I made sure not to gag. I wanted to taste every last drop of my father's cum.

As his orgasm subsided, I stood up and kissed my Dad. I was glad to see that he didn't pull away, despite his cum coating my tongue.

"Emily, that was amazing. I can't believe that just happened," he said.

"We should finish washing up and then go to my room to talk," I said to him before giving him one more kiss.

There was silence in my room as we sat on my bed, only wearing towels. My body felt dewy and had a sheen from the water still damp on my skin. All I wanted to do was to spread my legs and have my Dad fuck me, but I knew that we should talk about this new development in our relationship.

"How are you feeling, Dad?" I asked.

"Never in a million years did I ever think this would happen. Fantasies were one thing, but this, never," Daddy said, amazed.

"You've been fantasizing about me, Daddy?" I asked curiously.

"For a long time," he confessed.

"Please tell me," I gently asked as I took his hand in mine.

"You probably don't remember this, but when you came home during winter break freshman year, you went out with your friends one night to a party or club or something. Either way, I remember the exact moment you came out of your room that night," he reminisced.

"What makes you remember that night so vividly?" I questioned.

"It was the first time I saw you and realized how sexy you are. You came out of your room wearing this tight white dress that contrasted perfectly with your tan skin. It was so tight and short that it looked like someone had painted it on you. My Dad instinct kicked in, and I was about to tell you to go back to your room to change, but then you dropped your purse. When you bent down, the hem of your dress rode up, and I couldn't help but take in your long smooth legs and firm ass," he explained before pausing for a moment.

"Go on," I encouraged him.

"As you stood up, our eyes met for the briefest moment. There was something in your eyes that night, which made me realize that my little girl was now a full-blown sexual woman," he admitted.

"Do you remember anything else?" I asked, wanting to know every detail about this moment.

"Before you left, I took one last glance at you. In many ways, it was like seeing you for the first time. I was looking at you like a woman and not my daughter. Your lips caught my attention in a way they never had before. Maybe it was because of whatever lip gloss you were wearing, but suddenly all I wanted was to feel your shiny lips on mine. Oh, and your hair. Your hair was up in a slick pony, exposing your neck. I'm not sure what it was about that turned me on, but it made you look like sex personified to me," Dad recalled.

He was practically in a trance as he told his story. I could tell how much that moment held for him with every detail he added. It wasn't just jerk-off material. It fundamentally changed how he saw our relationship and me.

"Anyhow, eventually, I went to bed, yet for some reason, I woke up in the middle of the night. I figured since I was already up, I should check on you and make sure you got home okay. Your door was slightly open, so I assumed you were up," he continued.

"I don't remember this at all," I interjected.

"You must have been crazy horny when you got home because I found your thong on the floor in the hallway outside your room. I was prepared to say something, but as I looked at you, I could tell that you were fast asleep. As I went to tuck you in, I saw that your skirt hiked up around your waist and your hand was still between your legs," Dad explained.

"Oh, my god. That is so embarrassing," I yelped.

"It has happened to all of us," Dad laughed.

"Anyway, it was hard to look away, but I knew I should leave your room before I did anything I would regret," he stated.

"What would you have regretted?" I was curious.

"Let me just finish, Emily," Dad pleaded. I could tell that sharing this with me was difficult for him.

"So, I noticed your vibrator lying beside you on the bed. I cautiously picked it up, brought it to my mouth, and licked off remnants of your wetness. I was immediately overcome with guilt; I quickly placed it next to you, left your room, and closed your door. I knew I shouldn't have done it, but I can't lie and say I haven't thought about how good it tasted almost every night since," he finished.

"I had no idea, Daddy. So, is that why you ended up sleeping with Sarah? You wanted to imagine fucking me?" I needed to know how much his sex life was him fantasizing about being with me.

"Well, I have been with several younger women since that night. It turns out there are a lot of women out there who love Daddy kink. It has been a good way to distract me from my desire for you. I was always afraid I would lose you if I gave in to my feelings. I love you more than words can express," Dad said, slightly teary-eyed.

The two of us sat silently on my bed, holding each other. I snuggled into my father's shoulder, wanting to feel close to him. I could feel the love emanating from my father. It was in every inch of his being. I felt safe, safer than I have ever felt before.

"I love you, Dad. You are the man of my dreams," I confessed.

My hands moved onto his chest, wanting to feel his heartbeat. My towel slid down my body as I moved, exposing my breasts. His heartbeat steadily increased as I saw him leering at my tits. I could tell his mouth was watering, just waiting to take one of my hard nipples into his mouth for the first time. All he needed was one last push.

"Please, Daddy! Suck on my nipples," I begged.

Despite my pleading, Dad wanted me to savor every moment of this. I pushed my chest towards his mouth and was greeted by his tongue. His tongue traced little circles around my areola before he flicked my nipples with the flat of his tongue. He slowly breathed warm air around my nipples, causing a tingly sensation.

At this point, I was going crazy, and I needed him to grant me my wish.

"Please," I hissed.

This time Dad didn't hesitate. His mouth enveloped my right nipple, softly sucking it into his mouth. Daddy's teeth nibbled at my nipple, causing me to yell out.

"Oh, just like that, Daddy. You are making your daughter feel so good," I moaned.

I ran my hands through his graying hair, pulling him closer to my chest. His hands grazed my stomach as they moved to my smooth, toned legs. Daddy knew what he wanted, but I couldn't let him get there that easily. I moved his hand back up to my breasts, and he took the hint that I wanted them played with more.

"I'm going to show you what I have been fantasizing about for the past six years," Dad whispered.

Dad kissed me softly before his lips descended back down to my chest. He blew, kissed, licked, and nibbled every inch of my breasts. It was all I could have asked for, but I wanted more.

His hands soon made their way between my legs. This time I was ready for what he had in mind. His strong hands teased and massaged my inner thighs, while his tongue and lips never left my sensitive breasts. I spread my legs for him, hoping he would take it as a sign to finally touch my soaking-wet pussy.

Dad ran his fingers around my vulva, never touching it. I whimpered and groaned as he grazed my labia with his hand as teased my muscular thighs. My pussy yearned for his touch, and I did everything short of grabbing his hand to make sure Daddy would touch me. He had me right where he wanted me.

I looked at my father with pure desperation, begging with my eyes, and he finally relented. He spread my labia apart, wet his fingers with my juices, and slowly circled my clit.

"Dad," I sighed.

The feeling was incredible, but I needed more. I yanked the towel off my Dad's waist and pulled him on top of me.

Dad leaned over me and looked me straight into my eyes. The intensity of the look made me feel weak in my knees. It was clear he both loved and lusted over me. Time stood still as Dad's lips moved towards mine once more. This kiss felt different. This was our final kiss before my father would be inside me for the first time, and we both knew that would change everything.

Dad's lips moved away from mine as his eyes met mine again.

"I love you," he sweetly whispered as I felt him move his dick move up and down my slick labia.

With a gentle thrust, my Dad was inside me. I couldn't believe it. His girth felt good as it stretched my warm pussy. He lay there still as his cock pulsed inside me. I could feel how strongly he wanted to pump his cock into me, yet he waited for me to tell him to start.

"Please fuck me, Daddy," I purred.

I wrapped my legs around Daddy and pushed him deeper into me. That was all the encouragement Dad needed.

Dad began moving his hips, sliding his cock in and out of my tight pussy. We moved as one in a way no father and daughter should, yet it felt so good. I met his every thrust, causing the bed to shake, but I didn't care. I needed to have this man, my father, make me cum. I ran my hands down his strong arms and over his back as he moved his hips in circle motions pumping his dick into me. His gyrations pressed against my clit, causing me to moan in his mouth as we kissed.

"God, yes, Daddy. That feels so good. Don't stop," I screamed.

We had only been fucking for a few minutes, but I was already on the brink of orgasm. As Dad continued fucking me, he took a nipple into his mouth, and my body exploded.

"Yes!" was all I managed to say as my body tingled and a feeling of joy washed over me.

Dad paused for a second and kissed me gently on my forehead before telling me, "I love you."

"I love you too, Daddy. That was incredible. I want to ride you," I said to him as we changed positions.

I swung my leg over him and wrapped my little hand around his hard cock. His cock was wet with my juices, and I loved how his sticky cock felt in my palm. I lined his cock up with my wanton pussy and pushed myself down on him. I sat there for a moment, again allowing myself to adjust to his girth. My cunt felt so good stretched around his dick.

I placed my hands on his chest, gripping his chest hair, and then used my hips to push myself forwards and backward on Daddy's cock while keeping him deep inside me. I pressed my clit against his pubic bone, making each thrust feel better than the last.

I began alternating, grinding, and using my hips to bounce up and down on his cock.

"Emily, that feels so good," Dad moaned.

I took this as an incentive to keep going. My body glistened with sweat, causing me to slide back and forth easily.

I tried using only my legs to move me up and down, but my thighs were too sore from our run. I leaned backward, putting my arms behind me on the bed to support myself as my Dad thrust into me.

With one hand, I began massaging his balls, with the other bracing myself for his deep thrusts. I could tell Daddy was close and wanted to help encourage him.

"God, Daddy, your big cock feels so good in your slutty daughter's wet tight cunt. Do you feel my pussy gripping your hard dick? It needs you. I need to feel you cum inside me. I want to feel your seed fill my cunt. Oh please, Daddy cum in me," I begged, bouncing up and down on his cock and playing with my tits.

A loud groan filled the room as my father lurched forward, filling me with his cum.

We were both covered in sweat and exhausted as we lay in each other's arms. Daddy's cum dripped down my legs as I reached between them, scooped some up, and brought it to my lips. The pungent, salty taste was just what I needed before the two of us drifted to sleep.

The rest of the marathon training was exciting in a way I never expected. Daddy and I now ended our weekend long runs with a workout of a different kind. While in the end, it wasn't Dad's best marathon time, I did pretty well, and I couldn't have been happier with the results of all our training, both in and out of the bedroom.

When my lease was up, I moved in with Dad. He would still see Sarah from time to time. Only now, I would join him, but that is a story for another time.