Hands On Dad
“Cum Diaries” Story)
Diaries" are occasional fictionalized accounts
of stories told to me by my readers, in this case of my short
Dinner”. That began an ongoing conversation
with NB in Arizona about his experiences.
“Can we go
online later and look for some...things?” she asked,
walking into his office upon getting home from school.
He looked up in
surprise before giving her a bright smile. The rule was she
could walk in without knocking if the door was open and he had
lost track of the time. He immediately saw her eyes find the
soiled black lacy thong laying crumpled on the edge of his
just give me a few minutes,” he responded with his face
flushing, “there's something I need to finish first.”
“OK, Daddy, take
all the time you...uh...need,” she smirked, her eyes
glancing back and forth from those panties to his face.
he replied, making it seem like she was implying he needed to
jerk off first by looking at the panties and then back to her.
all she said, smiling knowingly.
He picked them up,
leaned back in his chair and held them to his nose for a
moment before turning back to her.
“I do that
at night when I go to bed,” he continued, pretending to
misunderstand her. “How about you?”
Her mouth dropped open
in surprise and her face turned a bright red. He broke into a
wide grin before getting up and wrapping his arm around her.
about it,” he said holding her close, “I told you
there's nothing to get embarrassed about. Everyone
masturbates...I still see pretty good...and you don't seem to
need glasses either...yet.”
She blushed again,
giggled and pressed in under his arm as they walked out to
start making dinner.
acknowledgment they both knew the other routinely masturbated
put them more at ease later that night when they did a little
They sat on the sofa,
their hips and thighs pressed together paging through
different websites on his laptop, ones she seemed to know by
designer's names. Some of them sold very skimpy and revealing
outfits. Even Amazon, it seemed, carried some pretty slutty
“Oh, I like that
one, Daddy,” she exclaimed excitedly, her nipples
stiffly pressing against the fabric of her tank top. “What
do you think?”
He gulped and took a
deep breath, giving himself a moment to compose himself.
It was called a
bodycon dress...bright red...long sleeved...a neckline that
plunged well below the bottom of the blonde model's tits...the
back open from her neck to just above her ass...a hem so high
it just barely covered her pussy...and so tight it looked
practically painted on.
rest of it?” he joked, feeling his dick stiffen to press
against his running shorts.
that's all there is,” she responded with a giggle and
lightly pushed on his arm. “It's supposed to be a sexy
“You don't wear
a bra with a dress like that,” she informed him with a
wicked grin, “no panties either or else there would be
would have a heart attack if she saw you in something like
that,” he gasped, looking over at her to see her staring
at the visibly growing bulge in his shorts.
“I wouldn't wear
it for...Mom,” she cooed softly, reaching over to
squeeze his thigh.
“You know that
dress practically screams 'Fuck
you?” he exclaimed, hoping to shock her with crude
language he never before used with her.
“Yeah, it sorta
does, doesn't it?” she replied, nonplussed by his
comments, her eyes sparkling as she looked back and forth from
his face to his throbbing dick.
“You're going to
give me a heart attack,” he moaned lowly, recognizing he
wasn't about to deter her.
she giggled, “but probably just a bigger boner.”
For a moment he just
stared at her in disbelief, not sure he heard her correctly.
She stared right back at him, licking her lips with the tip of
her tongue before laughing gleefully.
“Well, you are
sexier than any of those models,” he mumbled, not sure
what else he could possibly say.
Daddy,” she cooed as she leaned forward to give him a
peck on his cheek, the stiff nipple of her left tit rubbing
against his arm while the right pressed into his chest. She
didn't move her hand from his thigh.
It was all he could do
to keep from grabbing her tits and pussy right then and there.
She went to get them
both a cold drink, giving his throbbing dick a chance to
soften. When she returned, he noticed her nipples were still
stiff and there was a small wet spot in her powder blue
panties. His dick twitched again and he was pretty sure she
saw the similar stain in the front of his shorts.
The next website she
opened featured a dizzying array of lingerie, each item
seemingly tinier and more revealing than the last.
bother?” he chuckled, pointing out a thong that was
literally little more than two lacy, less than finger width,
straps of fabric, one for around the waist, the other for down
between the legs.
she answered softly.
cover anything at all,” he exclaimed, shaking his head.
was all she said smiling impishly. “Some undies are
meant more to be taken off.”
He was truly shocked
seeing some thongs with sexually explicit messages written on
them like “I Put Out For Santa” and “It
Ain't Gonna Lick Itself”.
he asked with a questioning look. “You and your friends
like things like that?”
she replied. “It's only words and besides no one can
even see them...with clothes on.”
He looked at her
sternly for a moment, trying to decipher what she was
“I doubt a
fifteen year old boy would even understand some of that,”
he finally remarked, “or have any idea what to do.”
surprised, Daddy,” she murmured with a dreamy smile,
“kids my age and a little older know a lot about sex and
some of them do it all the time at parties and such.”
His jaw dropped open
and he stared at her dubiously. She seemed to know a lot more
about sex than he ever imagined, since he still thought of her
as his naive little girl.
she asked upon seeing the strange look on his face.
not an image I want in my head,” he said holding up his
hand to stop her from saying any more.
But it already was
burned into his consciousness, the image of his daughter
writhing beneath some boy as he buried his face in her young
pussy...and he savored it hungrily. She just smiled at him,
knowing that seed was planted and would only grow and grow.
He let her purchase
three new thongs.
“No writing and
they must at least cover all
of your pussy,” he insisted, again using a crude word to
which she didn't object.
After finishing the
purchase, she asked him for another massage. He sent her off
to shower first with a gently slap on her mostly bare ass
cheek. As soon as she disappeared down the hall, he went back
to the website featuring the sleazy dress, ordering two...one
red and the other black.
He went to his own
room and changed into a pair of loose fitting boxers. He
picked up a pair of her panties and was about to jerk off but
thought better of it. He was intrigued by the idea of her
seeing his dick really harden.
She lay on her back on
the bed with her ankles crossed and knees splayed wide. The
slightest hint of pink glistened between her legs.
he asked softly, sitting down next to her, his dick already
twitching looking at her flattened tits, erect nipples and
protruding mound. She demurely smiled back at him.
“Do my front
first tonight, Daddy,” she murmured softly, uncrossing
her ankles and spreading her legs, “and really rub the
anything you want,” he said lowly, warming some lotion
in both hands.
She trembled slightly
and let out a muted moan when his hands first touched her
shoulders. He repeated the routine from the first time he
massaged her front, slowly rubbing the length first of her
right arm with her hand resting against his chest then
tenderly kissing her fingertips when he reached them.
As he reached for her
left arm, the fingers of her right brushed over the outside of
his thigh while dropping back on the bed. His cock instantly
hardened, threatening to spring out of his boxers until the
head caught on the bottom side of the fly flap.
He looked down to see
a good portion of his rigid dick fully exposed. She saw it
too, staring at the throbbing vein, unblinking, gnawing
pensively on her lower lip. He picked up her other arm and
massaged it in the same way until he kissed those fingertips.
Kitten?” he murmured softly, moving his hand down from
her shoulders to brush lightly over her flattened tits and
“Oh yes, Daddy,
that feels so good,” she cooed, flicking her eyes to
look at his for a moment before returning her gaze to his
He continued down the
outside of her legs and then back up the inside of each one
until his fingers almost, but not quite, brushed against her
prominent mons. He had her roll on to her stomach, massaging
down her back and up her legs until his hands tightly grasped
each of her ass cheeks.
“Roll back over,
Kitten,” he instructed her gently, shifting his own hips
Her eyes remained
locked on his dick as he began rubbing each of her tits in
turn while kneading the inside of her thighs, moving close
enough to her pussy he could feel the warmth radiating against
his hand. He lightly touched her mound, his dick throbbing so
hard it ached.
He stopped himself
reluctantly, bending to kiss her gently on the forehead and
climbed off the bed. His stiff cock swayed back and forth
beneath his boxers, almost poking her in the face as he stood.
Daddy, that was wonderful,” she cooed, standing to give
him a tight hug, her soft, warm oily body pressing against
him, his stiff dick pressing against her stomach and her firm
tits against his chest.
The broke off the
embrace and she grinned at him a moment, stooping to pick up
the panties she wore earlier and handing them to him. He
looked down at them and then back up at her.
Daddy...I'll see you in the morning,” she giggled.
Kitten,” he smiled, crushing the panties in his hand and
bringing them to his nose, “I'll see you then too.”
With that he turned
and walked out of her room and down the hall to his own,
holding his cock knowing she knew he knew she would soon be
masturbating remembering his touches and she knew he knew she
knew he would be jerking off too, thinking about her.
Mom...Daddy,” she cheerfully called out to them from the
hallway as she entered the kitchen the next morning, wearing a
sheer nightie and plain cotton panties.
He looked up from his
coffee seeing her dazzling smile as she approached.
Kitten, you are looking
very chipper this morning,” he greeted her, squinting at
her for just a moment before winking and grinning broadly.
“I feel great,”
she giggled seeing the wink while getting a glass of orange
juice from her mother, “and it looks
like a beautiful, hopefully even better than yesterday. Don't
you agree, Daddy?””
Kitten, I always hope we can have a better day today than
yesterday,” he relied huskily, a shiver running down his
spine, his dick twitching at her innuendo.
His fifteen year old
daughter just grinned wickedly, a sultry glint in her soft
“Daddy, can I go
to a party tonight?” she whispered in his ear, hugging
him from behind, her small tits pressing into his shoulder
blades. “Mom already said it's OK since you two are just
going out to a movie anyway.”
He flopped his head as
far back as he could to look up at her, cocking a questioning
eyebrow while trying to hide a wicked grin.
“A party, huh,”
he asked looking at her sternly, “didn't I tell you
about putting that image in my head?”
it's..just a party...with my...friends,” she stammered,
her face flushing as she averted her eyes.
“Well, in that
case,” he replied, breaking into a bright smile and
winking at her, “I guess you should go...and have a lot
He was making dinner
when the phone rang, his wife answering and clearly annoyed by
whoever was calling.
know,” she told him after hanging up, “the one
time we have plans for the evening and I get called in.”
While she was on call
once a quarter, in the six years she worked at that facility,
that was the first time she was actually required to go. His
daughter came into the kitchen just as his wife was explaining
“I can skip the
party and stay here with you, Daddy,” the teen murmured
softly when her mother left to change clothes.
“No, Kitten, you
go ahead and tell me all about it when you get home,” he
responded, lightly running a hand over her firm ass, “and
you look really sexy, the boys will be going crazy over you.”
She just beamed and
gave him a quick hug, accepting her mother's invitation to
drop her off even though the party was only a block or so
He was on his third
beer when he heard the front door open. She walked in and
flopped down on the couch next to him without saying a word.
He waited a moment before saying anything.
“How was the
party, Kitten?” he asked, finishing his beer and turning
to face her. “I didn't think you would be home this
“Oh, it was OK,
I guess,” she responded somewhat despondently, “pretty
“You look tired,
Kitten,” he said lowly after waiting a few moments in
silence, reaching over to massage the back of her neck with
she responded, pressing her neck back against his hand and
turning her head to look at him. “Can you give me a
massage before I...ma...uh...go to sleep?”
he quickly answered, dying to get his hands on her body again
after thinking he would have to wait until Monday evening, “go
take a quick shower.”
shower in the morning,” she replied.
He looked at her
intently for a moment, smiled and rose, extending his hand to
her. He followed her to her room where she began immediately
shedding her clothes upon entering.
She pulled her shirt
up over her head and flipped it into the corner, before
unzipping and stepping out of her skirt. When she reached
around her back with both hands to unhook her bra, he stepped
up closely behind her.
he whispered into her ear, fumbling with the clasp of her bra
even as she shivered slightly.
She turned to face
him, letting the bra fall off her arms and to her ankles, her
nipples already rock hard. He felt an overwhelming urge to
take her into his arms, kiss her passionately and ravish her
completely. His dick pressed quite visibly out through the
front of his lose fitting boxers.
Daddy,” she cooed, her eyes gleaming in what he chose to
imagine as lust.
She hooked her thumbs
in the waistband to remove her panties and he put his hands on
hers at her hips to stop her.
panties on,” he murmured huskily as she looked at him
time I massaged you...I almost accidentally touched you...your
pussy,” he explained hoarsely, intentionally using that
word to see how she would react, “so the panties might
allow me to rub you better without...er...touching
“OK, Daddy, if
that's what you want,” she muttered lowly looking him
directly in the eye with a devilish grin, “but I don't
need to keep my panties on...not when I'm with you.”
His dick twitched
again when he caught the faintest whiff of her arousal. By the
time he finished, he was seriously hoping the scent of her sex
permeated those panties and even filled her whole room.
She fell onto the bed
face down, giving him room to kneel next to her, while
continuing to watch him as he slowly rubbed the oily lotion
into her arms and back and legs. She trembled slightly and
moaned when he kneaded her ass cheeks and dragged his thumbs
through the crack and across her puckered asshole.
He barely reached the
small of her back when she rolled over, looking up at him with
wide limpid eyes.
“Do my front
tonight too, Daddy,” she murmured, pressing a hand
against his bare chest, “all over.”
He very slowly
massaged her right arm, kissing her fingertips when he was
done. When he released her hand, it slid down his side and
across his hip. He made no attempt to conceal the hump growing
in his shorts. She made no effort to pretend she wasn't
staring at that bulge peeking out through the flap.
“So what did you
do at the party?” he asked, finishing the left arm and
shivering as her hand brushed against his bare thigh.
listened to some music...talked...danced a little.”
“Anybody I know
there?" he continued, kneading both of her firm tits in
know...just some other kids from school,” she moaned
girls,” she answered a wicked smile creeping across her
face. “Is that why you wanted me to keep my panties
on...because boys were there?”
“I can't help
it, Kitten,” he finally responded pensively after a
moment, “I just can't get that...that...image out of my
head when you go to a party.”
Daddy?” she cooed, her eyes betraying her innocence.
boys...touching you...doing things to you...,” he
“Do you think
I'm a slut, Daddy?”
do you mean...slut?” he replied, surprised by her use of
“You know what I
mean,” she laughed, punching his arm and continuing to
gaze at his hard on pressing out from his shorts.
“No, Kitten, I
don't think you're a slut at all, just a very sexy girl that
turns all the guys on...every one that ever looks at you.”
saying that because your my Dad,” she giggled.
“No, Kitten, I'm
saying that because I'm a guy.”
She just looked at him
curiously so he turned his attention back to rubbing up both
sides of her right leg until his finger almost brushed against
her panties. He could feel the heat radiating from her pussy
on the side of his index finger. She squirmed a little and he
ever so briefly touched the gusset of her panties...the fabric
damp and slick.
“So did you jump
around like your having a fit to what you call music that
sounds like twenty five cats having a fight inside a barrel?”
he giggled, trying to focus her attention away from the barely
you're so old fashioned sometimes,” she laughed
spreading her legs even wider as he started massaging her left
foot, “besides I only did a slow dance with one
kid...and I could feel his boner.”
He stopped rubbing her
in the middle of her thigh, surprised by that statement. He
looked down at her intently but her gaze was focused on his
rigid cock trying to stand straight out in his shorts.
“Is that so,
little lady...you felt some guy's boner?” he finally
managed to say.
“I didn't feel
it with my hand, just pushing against me when we danced,”
“Did you want to
feel his boner in your hand?”
“Why don't you
show me what you mean. Do you remember that game we used to
play when you were little, the one we called Like
she answered after a moment, looking at him in a bit of
He climbed off the bed
and reached out for her hand to join him.
“Show me how you
danced with him,” he instructed her, opening his arms.
She looked him in the
eyes, glanced down at his very prominent hard on and stepped
close, putting both her arms around his neck. The scent of her
sex wafted up to fill his nose.
“So when you
felt his boner, was it Like This?”
held his throbbing cock firmly against her belly...
“or Like That?”
ground his rigid dick against her body.
she moaned softly, burying her face against his bare chest.
“And what else
did he do,” he whispered into her ear.
my...bottom,” she cooed huskily.
softly dragged his hands down her back and over her firm
“or Like That?”
grabbed her cheeks firmly in both hands and pulled her to him
He held her close for
a moment before taking a step back and looking at her
intently, the top of his cock still almost touching her torso
just below her tits.
“What else did
he do, Kitten?” he asked quietly.
I didn't want to do anything else...with that kid,” she
replied softly, looking him directly in the eyes again.
“But you've done
more with others, haven't you, Kitten? What else have you done
or has a guy done to you.”
different kid...touched my...boobies...at another party,”
she stammered, her lower lip quivering.
Kitten, it's alright for you to let a guy touch your tits if
you want,” he murmured. “Was it Like This?”
gently cupped her small tits in both hands...
“or Like That?”
tugged both of her stiff nipples.
Daddy, but inside my bra,” she moaned hoarsely.
Kitten,” he gasped, feeling his cock head twitch,
certain he was staining the front of his shorts and the skin
beneath her tits with his precum. “Did he touch you
there, Daddy...between my legs,” she said so softly he
wasn't sure at first he heard he correctly but the look in her
eyes told him he did.
He hesitated, knowing
full well he was about to cross a line from which there was no
retreat or return. She was breathing raggedly as he slipped
his hand down over her belly.
cupped her entire mound in his hand over her panties, feeling
her heat and wetness against the palm...
“or Like That”
slipped his hand under the waistband, across her peach fuzz
like pubic hair to split her throbbing pussy lips with his
Daddy...oh yes...yes...just...Like That,” she cried out
pressing her moist, sticky pussy back against his hand.
He pulled his hand out
from inside her panties and held her close as she continued to
moan. Taking a few steps, he backed her onto the bed, her legs
hanging over the side, her thighs spread invitingly open.
“I don't care if
you do things with some boys or even if you are still a
virgin,” he declared looking down on her, his dick
throbbing so hard he though he might rupture a blood vessel,
“but I do care that you only do things that you really
want to do.”
She looked up at him,
her face flushed and her breathing erratic but didn't say a
word. When he reached to pull her thong off, she stopped him
with her hand, a frightened look in her eyes. It occurred to
him she thought he was about to fuck her.
“I just want to
take them with me,” he said softly.
She nodded OK and
lifted her hips. He pulled them off and brought them to his
nose, inhaling the intoxicating aroma of her sex, flicked his
tongue into the soaked gusset and openly rubbed them over his
throbbing hard on through his shorts. By the time he was done,
a wan smile grew on her lips.
“Can I have a
goodnight hug, Kitten.”
She stood and got on
tip toes to hug him and give him a fleeting kiss on his lips.
He thought, but wasn't sure, he felt her tongue flick against
his lips for a brief second.
“I love you,
Kitten and even though I don't have much willpower, I would
stop anytime you say so and would never want to do anything
you don't want.”
He turned to leave,
turning at the door to squint his eyes before winking at her.
“See you in the
She just squinted back
at him and giggled.
If there was any doubt
in her mind that he jerked off in those panties, he dispelled
them as soon as he gave her a hug in the morning.
“I put the
panties you gave me last night on top of the laundry pile,”
he grinned, whispering in her ear and giving her ass a gentle
squeeze, “in case you want to put them back on.”
she blurted out in shock before seeing his grin and giggling
with him. “That's really nasty, Daddy.”
“To tell you the
truth,” he confessed drinking his coffee, “it
wasn't the particular guy at the party I was thinking about
last night. Rather, I fantasize about any guy doing stuff with
you every time you go out, touching you, kissing you...down
there and even more.”
She looked at him
intently, an odd expression on her face and hesitated a few
moments before responding.
“I have some
fantasies too, Daddy,” she said softly.
“Maybe we can
explore some of them sometime, do some role playing or
something,” he said, probably much too eagerly.
could,” she answered with a mysterious smile and headed
out the door for school.
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