Chapter 1 – Keeping Up With Our Morning Ritual
One of my favorite things to do has always been to visit my dad’s legal office in downtown Pittsburgh. Sometimes he would bring me with him in the morning but usually I would just ride the “T” and then walk a few blocks to get to the office building. Supposedly I was there to help with some minor office work – filing, mail, that sort of thing. In reality I preferred to flirt with the guys in the office more than anything. As such I’d wear short skirts, revealing tops, and do just about anything to tease them mercilessly.
Needless to say I also made it a point to take advantage of my dad’s spacious office for some fun with him. My dad just loved to fuck me while I looked out the windows over the city, watching the people so far below us while wondering what they would think if they could see up into his office. The thought of them possibly seeing us made it hot for me just as I knew it had to for him.
My dad wasn’t the only one I played with at his office, something I assumed was known although of course nobody had any idea what I was doing with him when his office door was closed? and locked. In fact, my very first married father was one of the older partners back when I was just sixteen. OK, so he did me at his house while I was babysitting and not in the office but that’s just a technicality.
Over the years several more of the guys earned a spot on to my “sexual history” list. The ironic part was so far as they knew my dad didn’t know anything about it so I think they got a thrill from fucking the boss’s daughter. Naturally I always told my dad everything soon after and there was even one special time when he actually encouraged me to do a few of them as a “reward” for some extraordinary work they’d recently completed. Yeah, my dad’s a great boss in addition to being the best father in the whole world!
This summer was my first as a newly minted college graduate. For once I wasn’t simply on Summer Break, waiting for the fall school year to start. I’d been home almost two months now and still hadn’t visited my dad’s office. It seemed that as I got older, I visited his office less and less for a number of reasons. For one, the guys started to act differently around me as I grew older and went off to college. Also, as I got older I think it became a little more awkward for the guys. You have to keep in mind that none of them had the slightest clue that he didn’t mind that any of them did me much less that my dad was also fucking me practically right under their noses! Had they known I’m sure things would’ve been a lot more interesting! Besides the age factor there were now secretaries and clerks younger than me so “helping” with the office work wasn’t “cute” anymore but instead I think some of them thought I was threatening their jobs! Finally, now that I’m twenty two, it wasn’t like it was “take your daughter to work day” anymore so there was little excuse for me to visit the office for more than a few minutes.
My “office hours” may not be the same but one thing hasn’t changed as I grow older – my dad’s sexual lust for me. From the first time he fucked me my dad has always looked for any opportunity to have me. One of our most cherished “traditions” was my morning “wakeup call”. Even if I woke up earlier on my own, I would wait in my bed for my dad to get up and come into my bedroom. Sometimes he was the first to wake and these were usually my favorite mornings as he would let me sleep while he jerked off over me or tried to play with me such that I didn’t wake up. I really love it when I wake up feeling his dick pressed against me, even more when he manages to actually get it inside of me without waking me right away although that was rarely achievable despite his best efforts.
Some mornings when I am really tired I will wake up and find his cum on me from him having jerked off without me waking up at all. Normally I don’t really enjoy having him (or any man) spraying his sperm all over me but this was an exception. I think it is more the thought that he had jerked off watching me sleeping naked in my bed and then cumming on me than the actual cum that had dried on my face or boobs.
This morning was one of those morning when I woke up totally disoriented. You know what I mean, that feeling of not knowing what day it is or where you are. It’s like you’re lost in some sort of fog, trying to clear the cobwebs from your mind as you rub the sleep from your eyes. There was one more thing, quite a significant one – my pussy felt incredible! It was only then that my mind cleared enough such that I realized why – I was being fucked! It wasn’t anything wild and crazy, just this feeling of a nice warm dick in me, not even moving at the moment but rather just resting inside of me, filling my pussy and making me feel incredibly horny.
“Morning baby,” someone whispered in my ear. Of course it could only be one person – my loving father.
“Oh casino şirketleri daddy… that feels soooooo good,” I sighed softly, squirming a bit to get a little more comfortable.
At the moment I was on my side with my dad nestled in behind me. He’d apparently lifted my bare leg just enough to get his erect dick inside of me and so I repositioned myself to be easier for him to fuck me. My reward was the feeling of him thrusting himself even deeper into his daughter’s pussy and I could feel the warmth of his naked body pressed again mine.
“You must have been tired this morning,” he chuckled softly, “I thought just maybe for once you weren’t going to wake up before I’d finished.”
I didn’t say anything in response, instead moving my hand down between my legs where I placed it over his hard dick, my fingers on each side of his hard shaft at the base of his dick where he was pressing it into my wet pussy. He resumed his slow strokes in and out of me and I could feel his incestuous cock sliding between my fingers as well.
“Oh yes… that’s it… fuck me slow daddy,” I moaned ever so softly, my body wakening a little more each second as despite my plea he couldn’t help himself and started to pump in and out more a little more quickly.
“You know it baby… Damn I love fucking your sweet pussy first thing in the morning.”
“Mmmmmmm, me too. You feel SO good in me daddy. I love you so much!”
As he slowly fucked me his hand cupped my bare breast, supporting it and gently massaging it. My hardened nipple was between his fingers and he would squeeze and pull on it as he played with my boobs. God it felt SO damn good! As his incestuous dick slowly moved in and out of his daughter’s welcoming pussy, I reached down to touch my throbbing clit, rubbing it ever so slowly with just the tip of my finger, making little circles around it.
“Harder now daddy,” I moaned as my finger on my clit made me jerk and my pussy gripped his dick even tighter, “Fuck me harder… harder please.”
“Oh yeah, I think somebody’s finally waking up,” he said with a little bit of a laughter mixed in, “Well, at least her pussy is, THAT’S for sure.”
He was right – my pussy WAS wide awake now as well as feeling like it was on fire as my finger tip continue to toy with my aroused clit. His thick hard shaft rubbed against the sensitive interior of my wet pussy as he stroked himself in and out of me over and over again. Suddenly I stiffened as it felt like my entire body had been shocked or struck by lightning. I gasped as my orgasm struck me and my pussy trembled, gripping his dick and then releasing it and gripping it again.
“Oh yeah baby, that’s it… cum for daddy,” he encouraged me, kissing the back of my neck and upper back as he fucked me hard and fast, making my orgasm peak even higher.
“Cum in me daddy… oh god cum in me NOW!” I begged him, wanting to feel his sperm inside of me before my orgasm subsided.
Lord only knows what he’d been doing to me before I woke up and it excited me to think about what he might have done. Had he masturbated looking at me? Had he rubbed his dick against my sleeping face and lips? How long had his dick been inside of me before I realized what was going on? Was he ready to cum yet or did he need to work on it some more? I really had no idea what the answers were to any of these questions. Thankfully, whatever had happened earlier must have made him horny enough to cum quickly now. His grip on my boob tightened and he pulled me against his nude body as he thrust his wonderful dick in me even further. He grunted and then his hips thrust hard against my bare tight ass and then he groaned loudly as he began to shoot his cum deep inside my pussy. Mmmmmmm… oh yeah, my father was cumming in me!
“That’s it daddy, cum in me,” I begged him as he filled me with warm cum, “Oh yeah, I want it all, I want it ALL in me daddy.”
My dad just kept grunting as he shot one load after another of his love into me. I marveled at the thought of his horny dick deep inside me, the fleshy tip of it as far up inside of me as he could push it. I tried to imagine how it would look to see the warm sperm erupting from the tip, shooting into my pussy, trying futilely to mate with me. Of course, any other man cumming in me also a great feeling, don’t get me wrong. There’s just something special when I know the dick buried in my pussy belongs to my dad and that the sperm he is giving me comes from the same place the sperm that he gave my mom to create me. To have my own father lust for me this deeply is more erotic than anything I can truly describe. After all, this wasn’t just ANY horny man… this was my DAD!
“God I love you Kelly,” he gasped as he deposited the last of his cum inside of me, “I needed you so bad this morning.”
I sighed and put my hand over his, pushing it against my breast saying, “I love you too daddy… I love it best when you cum inside of me.”
He started to pull back but I reached behind me casino firmaları with my hand and tried to push him back into me.
“Stay inside of me for a while daddy… please stay in me,” I whispered as I held my legs tightly together, squeezing my pussy down on his dwindling cock, savoring this moment when I truly belonged to my father in such a special way.
“Anything you want baby,” he said gently back to me, “Anything you want.”
I closed my eyes and just let the emotions inside of me swell and wash over me. To be in my father’s strong arms, his spent cock still inside of me, knowing his sperm was now in me… what more could a girl ask for first thing in the morning? For that matter, any time of day?
Finally he kissed my neck a few times and pulled his hand from my breast.
“Sorry baby, I really do have to get to work,” he said softly as he slipped his dick out of me. Suddenly I felt so lonely, so empty, like something had been taken from me. It was at that moment I knew what I would be doing later that day – even if he didn’t.
My dad left me in my bed with my pussy still throbbing from my orgasm and the memory of his cock in it. I felt like I had a fever as my entire body was flushed. Indeed, I was so light-headed that it felt like I was about to pass out. Oh God I wanted him to fuck me again! I wanted to feel my father’s dick slip back into me, spreading my pussy so wide apart as the mushroom head on his cock forced its way into his daughter’s waiting hungry pussy. I wanted to feel him sliding into me, his cock stimulating my pussy the way a bow stimulates the strings of a violin as it is drawn across them. I wanted to feel it pumping in and out of me, to listen to him tell me how good my pussy felt around his dick, to hear him tell me what a great fuck I was. Of course, what I REALLY wanted more than anything else was for him to cum in me over and over again, to flood me with his sperm and groan and moan as he told me how much he loved me.
My dad stopped back in my bedroom just before he left. Instead of his naked body I loved to touch and feel against me, he was in his typical suit and tie. He kissed me and told me he would miss me. Well, he wouldn’t be missing me as much as he thought if I had anything to say about it!
Chapter 2 – Masturbation With a View
After my dad left I fell back asleep until I woke about an hour later when mother nature made her demands known. After peeing I showered and washed my hair, paying special attention to my pussy and ass to make sure I was as clean as I could be for my dad later. To be sure I had no intention that he would actually DO anything with my asshole but I still liked to keep it spotless in case he wanted to lick me anyways. Throwing on a long nightshirt I made my way to the kitchen where my mom was on the phone with her sister, my Aunt Linda. Knowing from past experience THAT conversation could go on all morning I fixed myself some cereal and sat at the kitchen table, watching the morning news on the little TV we kept in the dining area of the kitchen.
By the time I’d finished my cereal my mom was STILL on the phone. They seemed to be talking about one of my aunt’s recent home sales from what I could gather hearing only half the conversation. My Aunt Linda was a realtor who managed to remain a top seller even in the housing market turndown we were in at the time. Of course she had a special offering to go with her home sales pitch that most other realtors didn’t – she was willing to fuck her clients to close the deal! My mother, ever the voyeur, was listening intently, dropping in a few questions here and there to clarify things as well as giving me a partial understanding of what was happening.
Oh well… As I said earlier, this conversation could, and often did, go on for hours so I went back upstairs to get dressed. It was always an issue for me when deciding what to wear to my dad’s office. When I was younger it was pretty simple – a skirt as short as I dared wear in public and a blouse at least one or two sizes too small. The goal back then was to show off my legs and boobs (at least what boobs I had) as much as possible without actually revealing the goods. As I got older, I went away from the teenie-bopper, ditzy high school girl thing to more the college girl-next-door look.
Hmmmmmm.. now that I’d graduated, what WAS appropriate office wear? Well, I guess I should say what was appropriately inappropriate? It was a professional office so it wasn’t like I could just waltz in looking like a street walker. On the other hand, most of the lawyers and staff had known me since I was a little girl so coming in dressed like a nun would probably raise more eyebrows. In the end after much debate I decided to go relatively casual – designer jeans and a large belt with a tight yellow cami that showed off a little belly and hugged my 34B boobs like a sixteen year-old boy copping his first feel.
When I finally returned to the güvenilir casino kitchen my mom was STILL on the phone. Oh good grief, how long could my aunt talk about getting laid by one of her clients? In all fairness if my mom was grilling her for details the same way she did back when I came home from a hot date then it wasn’t all that hard to believe. My mom always had to know everything, and I mean everything.
Rolling my eyes, I gestured for her to take a break and my mom told my aunt to hold on for just a second. Quickly I explained to my mom that I was heading downtown and she instantly knew where I was off to. She just winked at me and kissed me on the lips quickly and then was back on the phone with her younger sister again. God, they were worse than two fourteen year-old girls gossiping on the phone!
Although I could’ve driven myself downtown, I dreaded the traffic through tunnel and bridges, not to mention the expensive downtown parking garages which were generally creepy anyways. Instead, I headed down to the “T” station behind the main part of town, parked the car and hopped on the next one that came by. The “T” is actually a light rail train that shuttles around the south side of Pittsburgh and then into the city. Once I made it to the end of the first line I got on another that took me downtown, actually travelling under the streets until I got out and climbed the stairs up to the main street level. It was only about two blocks or so to my dad’s office building which was good because the heat was starting to rise already and I knew it was going to be another typical Pittsburgh July day – hot and muggy. Well, if things went the way I planned it was going to be hot and sweaty inside as well.
After getting out of the elevator I made my way to the office and waved as I walked past the receptionist. She smiled at me to be courteous as it was her job but other than that she didn’t seem inclined to give me the time of day. Oh well, she was new and I didn’t know her so I didn’t take it personally. At the same time I wondered what people had told her about the boss’s daughter to make her so sullen about me without really getting to know me first? Oh well, who cared what she thought of me anyway? As I entered the main waiting area I saw that there were several clients waiting but I just went straight through the door to where the legal offices were all located. In a way the place reminded me of Boston Legal on TV with the glass walls and all. The comparison ended there as there weren’t a bunch over over-sexed women and men chasing around after each other – too bad.
As I walked down the hall, the office decor noticeably changed when I entered the area reserved for the partners. Unlike the other conference rooms and offices, these were not glass-walled and open for anyone walking by to see inside. Rank hath its privileges and the partners had the rank so their offices had solid walls and doors that locked, two things that has come in quite handy over the years, that’s for sure.
I really wasn’t paying as much attention to where I was walking as I should have so when an older gentleman stepped out of his large office reading a file I didn’t see him until he was right on top of me and we bumped together slightly. His file dropped to the floor and after he’d leaned over to pick it up, he looked up at me to see who the imbecile was that had gotten in his way. Fortunately, just as it seemed he was ready to bark and take off my head, he recognized me. The scowl disappeared and he grinned at me, more of a leer actually but I took it as a grin.
“Oh excuse me Kelly, I wasn’t watching where I was going,” he said apologetically. Then he took another look at me, or more so my boobs, and smiled. “My, you’ve certainly grown up since I last saw you!”
Actually for all practical purposes I hadn’t grown an inch for the last few years but my bust WAS a cup size bigger and I like to think a few other areas had smoothed and rounded out as well. I grinned at him as well, acting like I was shy and embarrassed by his remarks.
“Oh Mr. Connelly, I AM 22 now you know.”
“Kelly, you can call me Martin now, you’re not a kid anymore,” he corrected me. Then he added under breath in a voice so low I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to hear him or not, “THAT’S for damn sure.”
Mr. Connelly, or Martin, was one of the older lawyers in the firm, mid to late fifties I think, and one of the founding partners. He’d actually hired my dad many years ago and even though my dad was now a senior partner, some partners are more equal than others and none were more equal than Martin Connelly.
“Have you seen my dad Mr. Connelly, I mean Martin?” I corrected myself as he opened his mouth to say something.
“I believe he’s in the middle of a deposition at the moment. It should be over in about an hour at the most. Do you want me to tell him you’re here?”
I shook my head vigorously. All sorts of ideas were shaping up in my mind as to what to do during the next sixty minutes or so and none of them included my dad knowing about them – at least not yet.
“Well, you can wait in his office until then, or you can stay in mine if you want,” Martin offered, I have a meeting I’m already late for.”