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Hands
On Dad
(A “Cum Diaries” Story)
The "Cum
Diaries" are occasional fictionalized accounts
of stories told to me by my readers, in this case of my short
story “Holiday
Dinner”. That began an ongoing conversation
with NB in Arizona about his experiences.
(Part
3)
“Daddy, can I
ask you a question?” she asked a few days later,
flopping down on the couch next to him as he was flipping
through the TV channels.
“Sure, Kitten,
ask away about anything you want,” her replied, turning
to smile at her, “but that doesn't mean I'll have an
answer you like...or any answer at all.”
He noted with some
satisfaction she changed out of her yoga pants and blouse into
a black thong and loose fitting tank top as soon as his wife
left for work. He set that example himself in the past weeks,
wearing only those boxers with the gaping fly hole when he was
alone with her. She sat there staring at the exposed side of
his half hard dick with her ankles crossed and knees spread
wide and he sat there gazing at her increasingly prominent
cameltoe.
“The other day
you said maybe we could do some role play or something,”
she said. “What does that mean exactly?”
“Role play is
when people pretend to be someone else or in different
situations.”
“You mean like
in the movies or a play at school?”
“Sort of but
it's different because the people involved are doing it for a
purpose other than entertainment. Suppose, for example, you
had to make a big presentation at school. I could play the
role of the teacher and you could give the presentation until
you were satisfied with it.
“So only one
person pretends?”
“Not
necessarily, it depends on what you want the situation to be.
Maybe you would dress up like a waitress and I would be the
customer in a restaurant.”
“OK, I think I
get it but that doesn't sound like much fun.”
“It would be if
you were topless and only wearing that thong,” he
laughed, reaching over to tickle her side.
She wiggled around and
giggled for a moment before turning back with a serious look
on her face.
“Is that what
you meant when you said you fantasize about me and boys at a
party...the role playing you want to do?”
He was surprised by
the directness of her question and sat for a moment
considering his response, realizing he was rapidly approaching
another line he couldn't uncross.
“Sort of,”
he finally answered, pulling her to him for a tight hug, “but
I want to think about it little and have a specific situation
in mind if we both take on a role other than being ourselves.
Think about what your pretend name will be and we can do this
tomorrow evening.”
“Why do I need
another name?” she asked.
“Because we are
both going to pretend to be someone else in a pretend world
and that's what we will call each other there. I won't be
Daddy, I'll be...give me the name of some boy you really like
at school.”
She thought for a
moment before her eyes lit up and a smile crept across her
face.
“Mark...you be
Mark and...and I'll be...Marie,” she responded.
“There you go.
Mark and Marie it is. Now come give me a big hug and go get
ready for bed.”
She wrapped her arms
around his neck and kissed him on the cheek. His hands slid
down her back to her ass cheeks, gently pulling her to him
until he could feel the warmth of her pussy against his thigh.
He had no doubt she could feel his hard dick throbbing against
her belly.
As soon as he heard
her bedroom door close, he hustled to his office, climbing on
the bench he used to spy on her through the air vent. She lay
on her bed wearing just the thong panties, her hand already
under the waistband rubbing her clit in circles while pinching
one of her erect nipples. He couldn't quite make out what she
muttered over and over as her body quivered, her orgasm
surging through her body.
The next morning,
after she left for school and his wife slept, he went into her
room, rummaging through her drawers searching for the perfect
outfit. He settled on a powder blue thong, the laciest bra he
could find, a spaghetti strap top he knew she no longer wore
because is was too small and a short jean skirt. He cut
another two inches from the hem making it even shorter...short
enough he expected he would be able to see those panties even
if she was standing straight up.
“So how do we
start this, Daddy?” she asked, standing in front to him
with her erect nipples pressing through the thin material of
her tank top, as soon as his wife drove away from the house.
“First, let me
explain the scenario. You're Marie at a party and a guy you
think is really hot, named Mark, comes over to you. You talk
for a while and you slowly start sitting closer and closer
together. From there, whatever happens depends on what you
want to do or you want him to do to you. So go change and when
you come out, you're Marie and I'm Mark.”
“Change into
what?”
“In your closet,
you'll find an outfit hanging up right next to the door...and
no, it isn't a miracle or hallucination...an outfit is
actually hanging up in your closet,” he laughed, turning
her around by her shoulders and sending her in the direction
of her room with a playful slap on her ass.
While she went to
change, he did the same putting on a loose fitting t-shirt and
a pair of light gray boxer briefs that accentuated his cock
even while he was fully soft. He waited until he heard her
leave her room and gave her a minute or so to get settled
before walking into the family room.
They were both
nervous.
“Oh...hi Marie,
I didn't know you were going to be here,” he said
walking up behind where she sat on the couch.
She turned at the
sound of his voice, her eyes widening when he saw his outfit.
Hi, Da...I
mean...Mark,” she stammered, her eyes locked on him as
he moved around in front of her. “How are you?”
“Great. Mind if
I join you?”
“Sure, sit down,” she
replied, moving over to one side of the couch.
He sat down as far
away from her as he could manage. She looked so hot. His dick
twitched seeing her in the outfit he prepared...the top was
tight with her stiff nipples poking out and the skirt so short
it bunched up around her waist, giving him an unobstructed
view of her panties and the cameltoe pushing out from under
them. It was definitely not something he would ever consider
letting her leave the house wearing.
“Nice outfit,”
he said softly.
“Thanks, it's
something my dad got for me,” she answered, blushing
slightly, “I like what you have on too.”
He surprised her by
not making any immediate or overt move to as much as touch
her. Rather, for the next thirty minutes or so they just
talked, with him heaping compliment upon compliment on her.
Gradually they moved closer together until their hips touched.
He put his arm on the
back of the sofa....
….She
moved in closer, her head resting on his shoulder.
He ran his fingers
through her hair....
….She
turned her head, her lips slightly parted, her eyes on fire.
He told her that her
hair smelled so sweet....
….She
put her hand around his neck.
He nuzzled into her
neck, kissing her softly behind her ear....
….She
moaned lowly.
He brushed the back of
his hand over her tits....
….She
moaned again and hugged him tighter.
He cupped her right
tit in his hand, gently squeezing it through her shirt....
….She
gasped.
He slipped his hand
under her shirt and over her bra....
….She
pulled his head closer to lick his ear.
He pushed her bra up
and gently pinched her nipple....
….She
slid her hand down to his hip.
He leaned forward and
sucked her nipple....
….She
groaned louder.
He slid his hand under
her skirt, brushing over her dripping wet panties....
...She
spread her thighs wider.
He dropped to his
knees, licking the inside of her thighs, his hand still on her
pussy....
….She
pushed her hips toward him.
He grabbed the back of
her knees, pulling her ass to the edge of the couch....
…..She
cried out in surprise.
He pulled down her
panties, splitting her throbbing wet pussy lips with a
finger....
…..She
arched her back, panting raggedly.
He thumbed the pulsing
nub of her clit....
….She
shrieked and started to cum.
“Daddy...oh..Daddy...Daddy...OH...DADDY...DADDY...,”
she howled, clamping her thighs around his hand until her
orgasm slowly faded away.
He climbed back up
next to her, enveloping her in his arms until she finally
stopped trembling.
“You OK,
Kitten,” he asked softly, letting her know the role play
was over for the evening.
“Yeah, Daddy,”
she answered, looking at him strangely for a moment then
getting up and running off to her room.
He watched her go, not
exactly sure what to make of that reaction. His cock was so
hard it hurt. He just sat right there and jerked off into the
panties she left behind.
The next morning she
asked him if she could skip school.
“Are you sick?”
he asked sipping his coffee. “You know I don't like you
missing classes.”
“I could be,”
she answered coyly.
“Go to school,
we can role play doctor when you get home,” he informed
her with a devilish grin.
“Daddy!”
she exclaimed in mock shock.
“Go on, get
going, maybe some boy will drag you into an empty classroom,”
he laughed, giving her a swat on the ass. “Now there's
something else we can role play sometime too.”
“You're worse
than the kids at school,” she laughed slapping him on
the shoulder before giving him a quick kiss on his cheek and
heading out the door.
That afternoon, she
came home from school in an uncharacteristically chipper mood.
She changed into a form fitting top with no bra and some yoga
pants so tight the outline of her pussy and slit jumped right
out at him when she sat down in front of his desk with her
legs pulled up and her knees spread wide.
He managed to keep the
look of surprise and lust from his face even as his cock
twitched beneath his desk.
“You seem in a
good mood today,” he managed to say calmly, his eyes
locked on the inviting gash disappearing down between her
legs. “Have a good day at school?”
“Oh it was
alright but that's not what I wanted to talk to you about,”
she replied casually scratching the inside of her left thigh
just an inch or so below her pussy.
“I'm always
happy to talk to you about anything you want, Kitten,”
he answered, deliberately moving his eyes up and down so she
knew he was checking her out. “And that outfit is really
fabulous...and sexy.”
“You're just
saying that because your my Dad,” she giggled, her stiff
nipples poking out even more prominently.
“I'm saying that
because you look downright lickable,” he grinned back at
her and dragged the tip of his tongue across his lips, “but
maybe you should go do your homework.”
“Already done,”
she said, slowly licking her own lips while watching him
intently.
“Still feeling
sick? Maybe we could do a little doctor/patient role play
before dinner.”
“Mom's still
home,” she laughed and nonchalantly rubbed the palm of
her hand over one tit, “but I want to tell you I really
liked what we did last night...and want to do a lot more of
that...with you.”
With those words, his
cock jumped to full attention in his shorts. He just looked at
her calmly for a moment before a wry smile crept across his
face.
“Then I'll tell
you what,” he grinned, dropping one hand out of her
sight to fondle his throbbing dick, “why don't we make a
date for after dinner, and your mother's gone to work, to talk
all about what we did and what we might do in the future.”
“Sounds like a
good idea...after Mom leaves,” she cooed, licking her
lips and casually thumbing an already stiff nipple before
getting up and leaving his office.
As soon as the door
closed, he reached into a drawer on the desk for her already
soiled panties and covered them with even more cum.
His wife had barely
pulled out of the driveway and closed the garage door when his
daughter walked in wearing a long t-shirt that reached to the
middle of her thighs. It wasn't until she sat down in a chair
across from him with her knees pulled up against her chest
that he realized that was all she was wearing.
Her bare, puffy pussy
lips gaped open a little, the pink inner flesh clearly moist.
His hardening dick pressed out against his boxers. She just
smiled coyly without saying a word.
“I want to
apologize for upsetting you last night,” he began
softly.
“I wasn't upset,
Daddy.”
“The way you
rushed off, I thought I offended you.”
“No, Daddy, I
was just surprised and...and a little embarrassed.”
“Why were you
embarrassed, Kitten?”
“You surprised
me touching me the way you did and I was embarrassed when you
made me...made me feel...like...that.”
“But you liked
it, didn't you?”
“I did...a
lot...but I never felt that happen when anyone else touched
me.”
He considered that for
a few seconds, gazing at her with her eyes locked on his. At
that moment, he decided to make the decision for her and give
her the option of saying no as opposed to placing the burden
on her to decide what she wanted or would do from there on.
“But you have
felt good that way before haven't you?”
“Yeah,”
she blushed and averted her eyes, “but only
when...when....”
“When you
touched yourself...played with yourself...rubbed your
clit...and stuck your fingers inside your...pussy,” he
finished for her, his cock throbbing in his shorts.
She just looked up and
stared at him for a moment, the look of dawning recognition
spreading across her face.
“Except...it
felt better...when you did it...better than any time I touched
myself,” she whimpered, her lower lip quivering
slightly.
“I know what you
mean, Kitten, but it still feels pretty good to touch yourself
doesn't it?” he said soothingly. “When I was your
age I bet I jerked off two or three times every day...at
least.”
“Really?”
she giggled nervously.
“Sure, I've told
you before there's nothing wrong with that. You've seen how
excited you make me and I will tell you right now I jerk off
almost every day...thinking about touching you....sniffing
your panties,” he continued huskily, his cock rigid
against his shorts. “So how often do you play with
yourself and make yourself feel good like last night?”
“Almost...almost
every night,” she confessed meekly, looking up at him
with soft, questioning eyes, “and sometimes in the
morning too if I have the time or after school or during the
day on weekends.”
“Let me guess,”
he said softly, beckoning her over to sit next to him on the
couch, “you masturbated just a few minutes ago, didn't
you, right before you came in to see me.”
He leaned back against
the armrest of the sofa with one leg pulled up against the
back rest and the other on the floor. She settled in leaning
back against his chest so he could nuzzle her neck and look
down at her heaving tits and dripping pussy.
“How did you
know that, Daddy?” she asked plaintively, snuggling back
against him so his cock pushed against the crack of her ass.
“Your pussy lips
were puffy when you sat down and I could smell the wonderful
aroma of your sex,” he told her, gently cupping both of
her tits and thumbing her stiff nipples, “so you made my
cock so very hard as soon as you sat down.”
With that, the dam
broke and they talked about everything.
He asked a million
questions.
She told him about
some of the things she had done...practice kissing other
girls...getting her tits felt up and sucked...the 9th grade
boy who fingered and licked her pussy once...jerking a guy off
a couple of times...but never a blow job or getting fucked,
even though she thought about both. She told him lots of the
girls in school already have sex, surprising him by naming a
few that he knew.
“Do they really
fuck guys or just give them hand and blow jobs?” he
asked, deliberately using crude language with her, vaguely
remembering being told by one of the counselors when she
started high school that a lot of the kids didn't consider
anything but intercourse was really sex.
“I'm not sure
what you mean,” she replied, looking at him quizzically.
“And from now
on, use the correct crude dirty words when we talk, like pussy
or cunt, tits, fuck, cock or dick...and so on,” he
insisted after explaining what he meant by those terms.
“OK, Daddy, if
that's what you want me to do,” she murmured hoarsely,
craning her head back to look at him, “I'll do it
because I want to do anything...and everything... you want me
to do.”
“Now, tell me
again about those friends of yours,” he muttered into
her ear and gently pinched both her nipples between his
fingers and thumbs.
She went through a
recitation that had his cock throbbing against her back. Two
of the girls he knew from relatively recently sleep overs had
boyfriends they claimed to fuck regularly, three others said
they had sucked or jerked off one or more boys while getting
felt up and fingered themselves.
“Do you remember
Lucy, Daddy, the short girl with really red hair?” she
giggled, turning in his lap to face him.
“Kinda...why?”
he asked, sliding his hand up under her shirt to cup her tit
again after she moved.
“We call her
'Lips'
because she is so anxious to be popular but stay a virgin,
she'll give anyone a blow job if he just asks,” she
laughed, seemingly very proud of herself using the dirty
words. “All the boys know they can just come up to her
and tell her to meet them under the bleachers after school to
suck their cock. She says she really likes doing it.”
“I suppose
that's one way to be well known and popular in school,”
he grinned wickedly, “maybe you should invite her over
and she can give me a blow job. It's been a long time since I
nutted in a girl's mouth.”
Her mouth fell open
and she looked at him in shock until he laughed, tickled her
ribs then dropped his hand down to pinch the inside of her
thigh about an inch below her bare pussy.
“What does that
mean, Daddy...nutted?”
“It means when
you're sucking off a guy and he cums, he shoots his hot sperm
into your mouth and you swallow as much as possible,” he
explained, feeling himself getting even more aroused as she
listened intently. “A really good cocksucker not only
swallows all the cum but also licks and sucks the guy's
balls.”
“Oh,” she
said apparently surprised by the answer, “I didn't know
that.”
“There's a lot
of things you need to learn,” he grinned pushing her off
his lap to stand before giving her a gentle swat on her ass,
“now go get us something cold to drink.”
By the time she
returned and handed him a cold beer, his cock had deflated
somewhat, although the side still peeked out through the
gaping fly flap of his boxers. She sat down next to him
sipping a soda, apparently still considering some of the
things he said earlier. After a moment's thought he figured he
might as well press on.
“You said before
that you had some fantasies too, Kitten,” he said softly
rubbing the back of her neck until she leaned over against his
shoulder. “If you care to share some of them with me,
I'll tell you some of mine.”
They talked about
their fantasies and he was surprised how vivid some of hers
were.
She wanted to make out
secretly with a cute boy at school, even though he already had
a girlfriend.
She wondered what it
would be like to make out with her new history teacher, who
was just out of college and always friendly and funny.
She wanted to dressy
really sexy and have people looking at her tits and ass,
especially older... like college aged...guys, in public places
like the mall.
She thought about what
it would be like if her friend's father, who always seemed to
look at her and smile, came into the bedroom during a
sleepover and touched her.
“I want to be
him,” he quickly said, again tickling her side right
below her tits.
“Oh, Daddy,”
she laughed and squirmed before turning to him, suddenly much
more serious. “And what about you, Daddy, what fantasies
do you have?”
“Oh, I have all
sorts of fantasies,” he began with a big smile, “like
hitting a hole in one every time I play golf or you getting
all A's or winning the lottery and moving to our own island
or....”
“That's not what
I mean, Daddy,” she pouted, punching him in the arm.
“Oh...so what
did
you have in mind?” he smiled, goading her to ask
specifically about his most personal desires.
“You know...like
I did...about...about sex...and stuff,” she stammered,
blushing a bright red.
“You mean the
kinds of things I think about when I jerk off...like you do
when you finger fuck yourself?”
She blushed even more
but then looked at him directly and nodded her head.
“Yes, Daddy,
tell me what you think about when you...you...jerk off.”
“You, Kitten,”
he said somberly, looking her directly in the eyes, “I
think about you...holding you...touching you...and...and...a
lot more.”
“Really, Daddy?
You think about...me?” she said, a stunned look on her
face, her stiff nipples betraying her arousal.
“That's why I
suggested the role playing...so we could pretend to be someone
other than ourselves and...do things...without guilt.”
“So...last
night...?”
“That was one of
my fantasies, meeting you at a party and making out
and...more,” he stated evenly.
“Oh...and what
are the others?”
He sat silently for a
moment before beginning a recitation of just some of his more
intense fantasies. She gave him her complete and rapt
attention.
“I think about
you coming home from a date with some guy's cum leaking out of
your cunt and licking you and your stained panties. I wonder
what it would be like to play doctor and patient with you. I
imagine stopping you as a cop and having you offer me a blow
job instead of getting a ticket. I picture you having
sex...excuse me...getting fucked...by one or more guys or even
you watching me fuck one of your friends. That a good enough
start for you?”
“Wow, Daddy, I
never thought you felt that way,” she said after a
moment to think about all he said.
“Well, it's
true, Kitten, and I find it very hot to know you are finger
fucking yourself at night, a lot of the time you now know I am
jerking off too.”
“Is that why you
sniff and lick my panties?” she asked quietly.
“That is a way
for me to get as close as I could get to licking your
cunt...to tasting your pussy,” he replied, wondering if
perhaps he was being way too honest and forward.
She sat looking at him
pensively for a few moments, her eyes flicking from his face
to the rigid cock poking the thin fabric out right at her.
“Can we role
play again tonight, Daddy?” she finally asked somewhat
plaintively.
“Sure, Kitten,
what would you like to do?” he answered, surprised and
elated with her response. “It's your turn to pick the
scenario.”
“No, you do it,
Daddy, you pick what we will do.”
“OK, Kitten. Go
put on your powder blue panties, sheer nightie and get into
bed. I'll be your friend's father who comes into the bedroom
when you are asleep.”
She smiled brightly,
got up and gave him a quick kiss on his cheek before turning
to go to her room.
“OK, that sounds
so very exciting...Mr.
Jensen!”
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