Author's note: All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.
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Being a "good father" usually means that women notice. When they notice, they talk, and when they talk, they work themselves up, and I get to have some fun. Every once in a while at work, if it's my lucky day, you'll see a woman under my desk sucking me off. I used to love my job too, until my wife us - me and Brenda, my then ten-year-old daughter. So, I couldn't just focus on my work - I had more responsibilities as a "dad". I never understood that: being a "dad". How can a man just go from being a man to being a "father" in just a second. Don't get me wrong, I like my job and I love my daughter but so far as I can think of it - I see my kid as just a kid, not "my kid" or "my daughter".
I know I'm not the most attractive guy. I'm 5"11 ft, and a bit lean. I have short black hair, pale skin, and an apparently broad back. I work out in my basement regularly, always have, so I have the effect of intimidating people. Chicks love that - and I'm not afraid of using it. It helps with self-esteem, you know? My dick is nine inches long, pretty thick. I love the look of fear in a woman's eyes, from the time I first "unveil" it, all the way till she's struggling to take me in. Most of the women at work, and even some of my clients, have either shared that look or have heard of it some way or the other.
Given the headaches of relationships, I always keep mine casual. I'm pretty straight-forward about it, and most women don't have any issues with it. I almost screwed everything when I fucked one of Brenda's often-visiting-classmates. It was bitch keeping the girl quiet. The girl thought she was in love with me, just because she'd never had a real man fuck her. I got lucky though, because a month later her parents left town - I think her father got another job or something. Brenda never found out. This falling-in-love bullshit is pretty common with some girls I've been with though: it's fun at first, but then they get all starry-eyed, and want to hang around more often, and one way or another, I've got to get rid of them. Fuck relationships.
It still gets a bit tangled up, when you're raising a daughter - and you have to keep the two worlds separate. In a way, I think I'm the best and the worst thing that's ever happened to her. It's nice, because I've brought her up well: she's innocent, she's smart, she works hard, and she even goes to church (I don't). The worst thing about it is that, I don't think I could've stopped those two worlds from colliding. I realized eventually, maybe just subconsciously, that it was inevitable.
You see, I've watched Brenda grow up, and she's become quite the woman. She's amazingly attractive, with a cute round ass, flowing long blonde hair, and a dimpled face. She's soon going to be my height, and she weighs one-ten pounds. I know I'm not supposed to notice her like that, but I have since she turned eighteen. Heck, if I wasn't her dad, I'd say she'd be anyone's wet dream.
Yeah, you've noticed the problem, haven't you? I don't always think with my head. Anyway, yeah, so she's pretty quiet and very demure, and has always been intimidated and reserved around me. I've played my part - I'm a bit strict with her, "rules are rules" I've said, which means sleeping when she's supposed to, getting her shit done on time, and no boys. A woman's gotta be disciplined.
Anyway, last week I was supposed to fly out of town for a client meeting, but given the shitty weather, I decided to cancel my trip, and reschedule it for another week. I figured that I'd rather deal with him on the phone, and if need be, go see him later. The plane was supposed to fly at nine o'clock, and just deciding that I didn't want to go even as I was at the airport, I figured that I'd pick up some take-out food, get home, shower, and maybe call one of my girls.
When I pulled up at my house, I saw a car in my driveway. I was a bit puzzled; I didn't know anyone who'd be visiting this late. I parked my car silently on the street, and noticed some music coming from the house - not particularly loud, but something you'd notice at ten at night. I narrowed my yes: I'd told Brenda that she wasn't supposed to have friends over while I was gone.
I went around the house to the backdoor - I didn't want to give off any warnings. I quietly opened the door, got into the kitchen, and closed it behind me. The music was louder, and even though the lights were on, there wasn't anyone there.
I took off my shoes quietly, and searched for Brenda. She wasn't in her room, which was odd. When I got close to the living room, I heard some faint kissing sounds. My eyes narrowed again. Brenda had a guy over. I stood there quietly for a moment, thinking about what I should do.
As I stood there listening, apart from the initial shock, I didn't know how felt. Was I jealous? Was I getting turned on, knowing that my inexperienced voluptuous daughter was probably making out for the first ever? I don't know. I do know that just thinking about it was pissing me off.
"Wait . . . wait, Todd," I heard Brenda's pleading voice. "Don't go so fast."
I snuck closer to the living room, and what I saw shocked me. Brenda was somewhat facing me, but couldn't see me just yet. She was lying back on our living room couch. Her blue top was off, laying on the couch - her firm, round, braless tits completely exposed. Her tits seemed to be defying gravity. Her nipples were bright pink and stiff, sticking up towards the ceiling.
Now I know I was getting turned on.
"Todd" was between her legs, working her panties down her somewhat muscular thighs. He looked her age, had his shirts and jeans off. He gave her an excited smile as her light blonde pubes were revealed.
"Oh, baby," he said in awe, staring at her revealed cunt. I envied his view. He tugged her panties all the way off, touched her well-toned thighs. He pushed her legs apart.
"Todd, wait," Brenda said again, sitting up and grabbing his hands. I loved the way her firm C-cups swayed. She gave her boyfriend a pleading look.
Todd tore his eyes from Brenda's pubic thatch and gave her a confused look. "What? What am I doing wrong? I thought you wanted this, babe."
Brenda looked apologetic and confused. "I-I'm just not comfortable," she said. "I mean, m-my dad could find out."
Todd frowned. "Well, you said you didn't wanna do it in the car, and we sure can't do it at school—"
"I know, I know," she said, then huffed. "I-I just . . . ." she suddenly covered herself up self-consciously, wrapping her arms around her generous tits and crossing her legs. She stared at the floor.
Her boyfriend sighed in frustration and lurched to his feet. I almost laughed when I saw the tent in his jeans.
Poor Todd. All worked up and no place to cum.
"Why are you teasing me like this?" he asked in exasperation. "I mean, we've been dating for, like, two months! And you keep telling me you think you're ready, then you back off, then you think you're ready again, and . . . it's driving me crazy, babe!"
Brenda looked pained. Fuck, was she hot, just sitting there naked with her jeans and panties laying on the floor, wearing nothing but little white ankle socks. My dick was getting harder, snaking down my left pant leg.
This was not good
.
"Look, it's not easy for me," she said in a little voice.
"And it's easy for me?" cried Todd. He finally looked back down at her, admiring her body. He forced a smile.
"Okay," he said, trying to sound endearing. "If you don't wanna go all the way, then . . . maybe you could try sucking it again."
Brenda looked pained. She grimaced. "Todd, you know I'm not comfortable doing that," she said.
Todd held back a frustrated sigh. "Why not? I mean, you always lick it a little when you jack me off."
Her shoulders sagged. "Do you have to say it like that?"
He rolled his eyes. He was getting close to wits' end. "Say it like what? Isn't that what you do? Jack me off?" he breathed out, shaking his head, then spoke in a sarcastic tone. "Oh, I'm sorry. You
masturbate
me. You
tenderly stroke my penis
. Jesus, Brenda—"
She suddenly glared at him. "Don't take the Lord's name in vain," she said forcefully.
I sneered.
Bad move, kid. You're definitely not getting any action tonight.
Todd stared at her for a moment, then forced himself to give a soft, apologetic look. He got down on his knees, touched her bare legs. "Baby, look, I'm sorry," he said. "It's just that you're so beautiful, and so sexy, and . . . and I really love you. I just wanna prove it."
Brenda seemed to melt a little, and she parted her lips, lowered her arms a little. Her pink nipples poked out. "Oh, Todd," she said emotionally. "Do you really?"
