I Need My Daddy

He didn't seem to notice and began to smear my juices all over my cunt. Then his finger slid down between my slit and he touched my clit. I couldn't help myself. I began to hunch up against his hand and dig my nails into the back of his neck as I pressed my nipple harder against his mouth. I was so fucking close to cumming at that point I thought I would die. He felt me begin to shake and then took his mouth off my nipple and slid down so his head was between my thighs. I'm sort of flexible and I spread as wide as I could for him. First I felt his breath. Then his fingers spread me open and then his tongue was at the base of my cunt and he slowly wiggled it up until he was at the base of my clit. I felt his tongue make circles around it. Not yet touching it but just wiggling around and around it until I began to pant hard and squirm as he did things to my cunt with his tongue and fingers. I felt his finger gently slide into my hole and then he did capture my clit between his lips. Colors swirled in my mind and the feeling was ecstasy at it's best. I squealed aloud..... "Daddy! DADDY I'M GOING TO HAVE ONE. Daddy its coming..... It's going to be a big one daddy. Oh yeah, oh yes, yes, yes I am....I am. Do it more. I need it daddy make me do it again and again. I need it so bad."

I never came so hard in all my life and I never came so much in such a short time. It happened, and before I could catch my breath, it happened again. And again and again until I found myself thrashing around on the bed with my legs locked around his head and heard myself squealing for more, more. Finally I was exhausted and though I wanted more, I couldn't go on any longer. I collapsed. Daddy lifted up and his face was covered with my slippery juices and he had to use the tissues to wipe it off. Then he picked me up and carried me to my room and tucked me in. I fell asleep almost immediately.

For the next three weeks I would masturbate using my toys during the day waiting for him to come home, then after we ate, I would get undressed and parade around, teasing him until he would finally give in and we would go to his bedroom. Towards the end, I tried several times to get him to put it in and fuck me but he kept putting me off. I think that was the only time he really meant it when he said no.

I hated it when mom got back and I think she knew what had happened but she never asked. About a week later mom and dad went to a party upstate and from what I could figure out, some woman came on to dad and mom had one of her temper tantrums and stormed out to the car and she and dad were killed when she missed a turn at nearly a hundred miles an hour. I could never forgive her. She murdered the greatest thing in my life.

Seven months later I had graduated college and I found this job in town. I was the newest and probably the youngest in the department. I'd been working there for the past three weeks and was really enjoying it. My office was on the sixth floor and although I was supposed to be at work at nine, I was now arriving at eight thirty. Mostly because of this man who always came to work at that time. He worked on the eighth floor and I was fascinated with him so I would wait until he came in and ride the elevator up with him. He worked for some company on eight but I always got off on six.

Oh I wasn't the only one. I mean there were three or four other girls who would sort of wait for him to come in just so they could spend those two minutes with him. Two of them worked in my department but I don't really know where the others worked, probably on one of the upper floors. Anyway I was sort of shy for a while but we would smile and sort of play a game of "Good Morning, How are you today." The other women were a bit further into it and would start up a little conversation and he always politely would chat until they got off.

My two coworkers knew his name but I wasn't brave enough to use it and it even took me a few weeks to question them about the our mystery man. Only a few men I have ever met really interested me. Oh actually only one so far, and that was my father. Then one morning I was sent out on an errand and I met him going down in the elevator. I finally got up the courage to start chatting. It ended up by my asking him if he knew of any good place to eat in the area. He actually walked with me to where it was and we had coffee. The next day I stopped in for lunch and he was there sitting at the counter. I waited until the man next to him got up and left before I took the stool next to him. Again we chatted but now we were exchanging more intimate information with each other.

He was married, but separated. He and his wife just couldn't get along. I told him about my family. Well most everything. I told him about daddy but not about what we would do for each other. Just that I loved him and missed him. Soon it was sort of a ritual to have lunch together, then one day he told me he had to go out of town on business. That was the first time I realize how much I liked him. He returned several days later and I was so glad to see him that I threw my arms around him and gave him a kiss. From that point on, we would hold hands and just sort of confide in each other. Finally I asked him the question that had been going around in my mind. Ever since Dad and I had masturbated each other, I was fascinated with the subject and I simply had to ask him how he handled being without a women. He smiled before answering.

"You tell me how you manage it and I'll tell you about me." I fumbled but let myself swallow my pride and I told him about my toys and how I used them almost every morning and night. He confessed that he and his wife did get together maybe once or twice a month but the rest of the time he jerked off when he needed to. Not nearly as much as I did. Maybe two or three times a week, not twice a day like I needed to do it. About that time I began calling him "Daddy." I figured he was about the same age as my father was, so it was sort of a natural thing for me to do, but it was always a reminder of our age difference.

I was the first to ask him out. It was just a movie but it was a start. Since I now was living alone in my parents house it was logical that I invite him in for a drink when he dropped me off. That night I almost lost control. I couldn't stop staring at his crotch and wondering how big he was and if he would get as hard as dad did. From that point on I began thinking about him each time I fucked myself to sleep at night and I had this craving to go to bed with him.

The next date we had was a dinner at a rather upscale restaurant and it was the first opportunity for me to really dress up. But not exactly as a proper lady should. I have rather perky firm breasts so a bra wasn't a required item. Neither were my panties. My skirt was slinky and slit up the side and my white silk blouse was a bit too small but that was to my advantage. But...... The silk kept shifting across my nipples each time my arms moved and they were constantly being excited. I got so fucking horny that I was ready to climb all over him if I could get him interested in me.

Dinner that night was fantastic. We both had a wee bit too much to drink and we actually dared to do more than just hold hands. I began by putting my hand on his thigh and sliding my hand up to his groin. He was getting hard and I could feel about how thick he was. He held sort of still as if he wanted to do something but didn't dare.

So I took his hand and put it on my thigh. He held it there but didn't move it. Now frustrated, I took his hand and slid it up under my skirt and spread my legs slightly so he could feel my pussy's wet crack. Now he did respond. I felt his fingers begin to uncurl and then move more intimately between my puffy labia. I couldn't stand it any longer and staring at him, I whispered. "I want you daddy. Take me home. Please?" He paid up and drove me home. He hesitated at the door and I panicked. "Come on in and I'll make us a couple of drinks and get comfortable." He was like a little puppy dog. Afraid of his surroundings and I think he must have misunderstood me when I told him I wanted him. I was becoming more brazen and patted him on the ass as I passed him on the way to the bar.

I made two drinks and we stood there like two school kids just staring at each other, both wondering who was going to make the first move. I did. I took his jacket off, undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. Pulling it out of his pants I tossed it aside. He had a bare chest but it was beautifully sculpted, just like dads had been. Quickly excusing myself I went to my bedroom and stripped down. Then returning to the living room I gave him a little show. Just like I had done for dad when I wanted to get him primed.

It worked. Looking down at his crotch, his cock was trying to burst out. I grinned and whispered...."Poor thing wants to get out. Want me to set him free?" Before he could answer, I was all over him. His belt was opened and his fly unzipped. I tugged his slacks down and he stepped out of his shoes and sox. Now I stepped back and admired the most beautiful cock I had ever seen or even imagine existed. He was even bigger than daddy had been, and just as hard. Maybe I was going too fast for him but I was getting frantic. Then I did what I had learned to do for daddy. I fell to my knees and wrapped my hands around his waist, grabbed his buns, and thrust that fat cock as far down my throat as I could.

Technically I was still a virgin. Dad and I had never actually fucked. He wouldn't take that last step but with my new daddy I was damn well going to go all the way. When he began to tremble and started to thrust slightly I let his cock slip out of my mouth and taking his hand, led him to the master bedroom. The one in which I had my first real sexual experience in. It was déjà vu and I relived it all over again.

Being a bit bossy, I told him to just lay back and let me suck and jerk his cock. He was cut, just like dad had been but when I put my lips over his cock he began to ooze pre-cum and mixed with my saliva. My hand slide up and down the full length of his hard shaft as if it were oiled. He liked the same things dad had. When I rolled his balls gently in my palm and bobbed my head up and down as I sucked really hard, he began to breath harder and made these little moaning noises. Then I twisted around and straddled his body. Keeping his cock in my mouth, I lowered my cunt to his mouth and just let things happen.

Maybe he was even a bit better than dad had been. I felt his fingers spread my swollen labia apart and then his tongue began to move in long sweeps from my little star right up to my clit. I almost bit down on his cock. I was going to cum and it was happening so fast that I couldn't cry out. All I could do was let the sensations overpower me and I managed to gasp, "Your good.... Your Amazing. Oh dear god it feels so good. Just like that.... Yeah, There, right there daddy.

I came so hard I think he must have nearly drowned in my dripping juices. He just kept doing that sweeping thing with his tongue and sometimes pausing, he would roll his tong up and work in in and out of my cunt.. I abandoned his cock and just lay my cheek on the top of his thigh and lapped at his balls and the base of his cock. When he inserted his fingers deep inside and began kissing my clit I was lost. Over and over I came in his mouth and finally I had to stop him. He was killing me. I was cumming continuously and I couldn't catch my breath.

I drew my knees up so I was kneeling and I rocked forward, lifting my pussy off his mouth. Now I was going to have what daddy wouldn't give me. My new daddy was going to fuck me and I was going to know what it felt like. He was going to be my first and suddenly I was afraid.

I had heard mom screaming at dad to go slow. She kept moaning and telling him that he was too hard. And the cock that was inches below my mouth right now was even bigger than I remember dad being. Untangling our bodies I straddled his hips and reaching between my thighs lifted his cock up and began to massage the valley between my hot folds with its head.

Unlike dad, he didn't fight me, and I did that until I couldn't stand it any more. Each time I move it along my inner membranes, the head of his cock would stroke my clit and I was driving myself crazy. Now I rocked forward and positioned the head of his shaft at the very portal of my vagina and very gently and tentatively, began to lower myself. He was big. He was stretching me open and the head of his cock was churning something up deep inside me. I kept lifting and slowly lowering myself. Lubricating his cock with my pussy juices and still I kept lifting and squatting down lower.

Finally I felt the cheeks of my ass resting on his thighs and his balls pressing on that short space between my cunt and my asshole. I took a deep breath and leaning forward, put my palms on his chest and began to rock back and forth. Sometimes twisting my hips and sometimes stirring my cunt as if I were playing with one of those hula hoops. It felt fantastic and soon I was confident enough to start lifting up high, almost letting his cock slip out before dropping hard back down onto his thighs. I began panting and the feeling got more and more intense. I was in control and the way I was leaning over his chest, I kept his cock stroking my "G" spot with each thrust. It was fantastic and I could feel myself starting up.

"Oh my god, it feels so fucking good daddy. Just let me do it. I'm almost there. I'll tell ya when. Oh baby this is amazing the way it feels. It's getting close now! Daddy, OH.....DADDY I'M CUMMING! Help me. Fuck me harder. Harder daddy harder and ........... Oh yeah Oh yessssss, I'm cumming daddy. Keep pounding your cock in fast like that. Oh yeah....your good. It's so good this way.

He must have thought I was crazy, but at that point I didn't really care. The feeling of his stiff cock opening and closing my cunt each time he drove in, sent waves of erotic sensations rushing thru my pussy and the friction of his cock stroking my clit was making me ecstatic. But like daddy had been, he was slow to cum and just like mom I finished before him. I was desperate to have him finish and I guess I though that that way he would always want me, so I lifted off him and knelt next to him. At that point I was shaking so hard that my knees were weak. I waited while he moved up behind me and I felt his cock glide into my cunt. God he felt good. I really didn't expect to cum again but then that feeling of urgency began and I knew It was going to happen again.

As he plunged his cock in and out I began to cum all over again and suddenly I was afraid he might stop or finish. I had to keep him going. I had to feel it happen again, and I began rocking my ass backward taking him in deeper. The soft slapping pat, pat, pat sound as his thighs slammed against the cheeks of my ass was adding to my frenzy. As if perfectly planned, he began to speed up..... His thrusts became more urgent and I felt it coming. "DADDY...... DADDY IT'S COMING NOW! POUND ME. HARDER......HARDER DADDY, HARDER! Oh yeah, oh yeah baby now give me some hot cum. Oh god your good. Your amazing. Fill me up with your cum daddy. Fill me up!"

I had finished again and yet he went on and on. When he pulled out I thought he was going to stop. So I rolled over and lay on my back, my legs extended but he straddled my left leg and lifting my right leg he put it on his shoulder. Then he plunged his shaft deep in my throbbing pussy and began fucking me like a machine. I couldn't believe how fast he could move. Then it began again. That feeling that was becoming so familiar. I didn't think I could do it again but yet it was coming on again. This time it was building up slowly yet inevitably, and it was going to be strong and intense. He must have sensed it because his tempo quickened even more and he began to sort of huff and puff as he worked his cock in and out.

When I begged him to finish me, he joined in. My breasts were bouncing all over and I captured the nipple of my left breast and pinched hard. That sent me over the top and I screamed to him. "Fuck... Oh fuck.... It feels so good. Yes, yes, yes, gonna cum...... cum..... Cumming. Now, Oh god daddy feed it to me. Spurt.... Fill me with it. Cum in me. Oh shit here it goes again. Shoot in me hard. Yeah like that! Just like that. Harder, harder baby. Cream in me now!"

I think I passed out for a second or two but now I was on my back. My legs were folded over his shoulders and he was lapping at my cunt. Putting my hand down to touch my clit, my fingers came up coated with cum. Was it his? Ours? I had no Idea but he was lapping it up and I was ecstatic. I had never felt like this before. So completely satisfied, and soon I was nestled in his arms and he leaned over and kissed me. The taste of our mix on his lips was surreal. He was my lover and I wasn't going to lose my daddy again. Never.