Hands On Dad (Part 3)

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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