Harder Daddy 2

She sat on the chair in front of her mirror, applying moisturizer. It was midsummer, and she was in a brightly lit bedroom, with floor-to-ceiling windows and the occasional sliding glass doors. They were open, and a gentle breeze came in, moving the long, white curtains around a bit.

She was a daddy's girl. Spoiled. She knew it, and she loved and hated it at the same time. She was just 21, and her mother had been gone for 5 years. Her father doted on her and gave her lots of things her other friends didn't have, like a small house to live in and a car.

It was just a Honda, but the little house was supposed to have been a mother-in-law house before she had gotten dementia and had to be put in a home. So her father had suggested that she just move in there and save her money for other things.

She was elated, at least she was at first. But having a nice place to live while her girlfriends from high school all had to struggle to make ends meet put a kind of barrier between her and them. But there was nothing she could do, really. It would be dumb to not take advantage of the situation.

So here she was, on a lazy afternoon, all alone. She was only wearing a sheer robe and she looked outside as she put lotion on her thighs. Her dad had planted the field surrounding her home with a wildflower mix, and the area around her bedroom was ablaze with all kinds of flowers. It was plain beautiful.

In fact, the whole property was lovely, and her dad spent lots of time keeping it that way, trying to forget the death of his wife. She felt sorry for him in many ways. She knew he was lonely, but he didn't seem to want to try and find someone new, preferring to just work himself until he was exhausted, then hang around the house. He drank a bit, but he wasn't an alcoholic, and he stuck with inexpensive wines and a little scotch now and then.

If she were honest, she was lonely too. The barriers created by her father's wealth extended to the boys she knew, which were relatively few at the present moment. None, in fact. They thought she was stuck up, when actually she was just very self-conscious about the gap between them and didn't quite know how to neutralize the impasse.

She tried to forget about it most of the time, and she was giving herself a little beauty treatment at home today, shaving her legs and armpits, covering her face and body with moisturizers, doing her hair. She sat in front of the mirror and pulled her robe open. She had nice breasts, not too big, with the much-fantasized-about puffy nipples. She looked downward at her blonde pubic hair, which was trimmed neatly and barely hid the lips of her vulva.

She worked out at a local gym so she was in excellent shape. Her father had a workout room, but she liked to give him his privacy as much as possible and she could meet new people at the club as well, although it never amounted to more than casual conversations. She was a bit inept at creating new friendships and felt awkward about it. She sighed and rubbed more lotion on her thighs, then got up and put some clothes on.

She decided to walk up to the house and see what her dad was up to. She usually waited until later in the afternoon, but on this particular day she was just bored and was looking for something to do. She left her little house and headed over to the main residence, walking through the wildflowers and feeling like a princess. She was careful to be quiet as she walked up the stairs to the house just in case he was napping or on the phone. She opened the door silently and crept into the living room, looking around.

She listened for a while and thought she heard a noise at the back of the house. Instead of calling out his name, she just tip toed towards that area until she reached the bedroom at the far corner. Suddenly she stopped, her eyes widening.

Her father was lying on the bed, masturbating. Not just masturbating, but pleasuring himself very slowly and methodically, using some oil on his hands as he touched himself. He was completely naked and situated in such a way that he couldn't see her unless he leaned his head back a ways.

At first she wanted to just reverse course, shocked and embarrassed. But he was starting to gasp, his hand sliding quickly up and down the fat shaft of his penis. She was riveted to the spot as he started ejaculating, spurt after spurt of semen shooting out of him and up into the air, landing on his legs and stomach. He let out a huge breath as he shook with a powerful orgasm, his thighs jerking, then he laid back and closed his eyes, breathing hard.

She silently turned around, retracing her steps and leaving the house, going back the way she'd come. She was embarrassed and angry at herself. She'd always been careful to respect his privacy. She hadn't spent much time thinking about how her dad took care of his sexual frustrations, but today she had been presented with all the evidence she needed that he was still a virile man and had to have an orgasm once in a while.

She sat back down in her little living room and closed her eyes. She wasn't going to be able to get that image out of her head for a while and felt guilty about it. The semen spurting into the air, the sheer volume of it, his heavy breathing -- it was a bit too much for her, but as she sat there another thought entered her mind, a realization of sorts.

She was wet.

She almost moaned. She'd never expected to ever become aroused by seeing her father ejaculate, but it was happening to her. Slowly she slid down on the couch and pushed her hand down her pants, touching herself, feeling the moisture between her legs, then she started to rub her clitoris, panting.

This all had the effect of creating new and vivid fantasies in her mind which blossomed with a will of their own. Thoughts of touching him, him touching her, forbidden thoughts that mortified her, but she kept rubbing herself until she climaxed, the ultimate thought finally surfacing as she groaned loudly: her father, fucking her wildly, sucking on her. Ejaculating on her.

She rubbed herself even harder now, bringing herself to several orgasms until she was just unable to go on, gasping, covering her face with her hands as the fantasies became more distant. But they never went completely away.

She stood up and went into her kitchen, pouring herself a large glass of wine and going on the internet to read some news and watch some Youtube videos. It didn't take her long to finish her wine and she stared at the screen before finally typing a search query.

Older man with young woman.

She got lots of generic hits, all of them platonic and innocent. Grinding her teeth, she amended that search.

Older man having sex with young woman.

This led her directly to a pornography site. She'd never looked at it before, but on this particular day she was curious. Before she clicked to enter the site she got some more wine and sat back down, taking a big gulp. Then she clicked.

She was presented with everything, all at once, lurid images of older men with their penises deep inside of cute girls, in their vaginas, in their asses. Close up videos of all kinds tore at her mind. She saw one in which a nice looking older man was going to have sex with a teenage girl. She clicked on it.

Within moments the man had pried her vulva open and was licking it wildly. The girl seemed to be enjoying it, but it kind of looked like she was acting. Annoyed, she clicked on another, then another until she finally came to one where an older man was massaging a young woman.

She was covered with oil and the man slowly and patiently rubbed her body until it shone, squeezing her breasts until she moaned. He turned her over and rubbed her back for a long time, eventually kneading her ass cheeks and exposing her anus over and over as he did. Eventually he slid a finger into her rectum.

She couldn't take her eyes off of it now. The man was about her father's age and clearly had an erection under a towel he was wearing. The girl in the video pulled it off and his cock sprang up. She got near the edge of the table and sucked on it for a while, but the man kept control of the situation, spreading her even wider and simply massaging her hairless vulva, slipping two fingers into her and pushing them deep into her body. She responded by spreading her legs even more and he kept this up for some time.

Then he had her roll over at which point he rubbed her vulva methodically, touching her clitoris, squeezing her pussy lips between his fingers, rubbing her clitoris again until she arched her back and climaxed, her glistening body shaking with lust as his fingers went rapidly in and out of her body. She girl cried out loudly as she continued to have several orgasms, then she sighed and the video ended.

She pushed herself away from the computer and pulled her shorts off now, pushing her fingers into her sopping wet pussy. She groaned, sliding back in the chair, her middle and ring finger slipping in and out of herself quickly. Before long she brought herself to a huge, shuddering orgasm with her fingers and lay there, panting.

Then she cried for a while. It hadn't taken much, but she simply couldn't get these new thoughts out of her head, and now she'd watched a sexual video for the first time and it made her very aroused. She felt coarse, slutty even. And what was more, she realized that she still had a need. She still needed to come, and that was new for her. She masturbated regularly, but she'd never really fucked herself with her fingers like that. Her entire vulva was twitching and she groaned, rubbing her breasts as well.

She felt stupid, but her genitals were driving her now. She knew there were some bananas in the kitchen, so she quickly got the largest one and spent the next hour fucking herself with it, gasping and crying as she brought herself to the strongest orgasms she'd had to date.

Finally she stopped and went to sleep for a while and didn't dream of a thing.

Andrew walked across the field to his daughter's house. He was a little worried that he hadn't seen her today, so he broke one of his own rules and went to visit her unannounced. He approached quietly, enjoying the wildflowers as he got closer. Her sliding glass door was partially open and he let himself in, walking into her living room area. He stopped suddenly, his mouth opening slightly.

His daughter, Audrey, was asleep in a chair. Her computer was on and there was a still image of an older man with a younger woman, massaging her. He looked down at Audrey in amazement. Her legs were spread wide and she had a banana in her pussy, sticking straight out of it. A big one, at that.

He backed out of the house immediately and walked back across the field of flowers, his mind whirling. He knew she was lonely, and she was sexy as all get out, too. He knew that she was a young woman now, and women needed to have orgasms, one way or another, so it made sense that she was masturbating. And now she was watching pornography of some sort.

There was nothing he could think of that told him that this was bad. She was a sexual being and needed sex of some kind. And, Lord knows he'd spent some time looking at pornography, swearing off of it, then going back to it, over and over. He couldn't blame her one little bit.

But seeing her lying there with a banana sticking out of her pussy set the gears in motion. He went to the house and poured himself a drink and sat down, the image of that burned into his brain, the fat banana, her pussy lips spread wide around it. Her hairy vulva. Her asshole. Jesus Christ, he thought, taking a big drink. It was his daughter, not a valid target for his sexual obsessions, but he had an erection that wouldn't go away and he was embarrassed about it. But it still didn't stop him from jacking off again until he ejaculated right onto the carpet. He finished his drink and went to bed, still thinking about that banana.

When Audrey awoke later that evening the banana was still inside of her. She leaned forward and pulled it out of herself. She felt stupid, but at the same time she knew that she'd needed to come. She wasn't a girl anymore, she told herself, and she had to admit that the massage video wasn't really kinky: it was erotic and it made her very horny -- which, after all, was the whole point. All the man had done was to bring her to several orgasms. And he treated her sweetly and sensuously. She closed her eyes, thinking about the moment he'd slid a finger up her asshole. She had to squeeze her legs together for a moment. It made her very aroused to think about it.

She went to bed and lay there for a long time before drifting off. She and her mother had had many good conversations over the years, and as she got into her teens, there were some about sex as well. But on occasion her mother told her something that left her thinking. She didn't quite know how to process it at the time, but as she lay there it floated up out of her memories and presented itself to her.

"Honey, if anything ever happens to me, I want you to promise me something. Your daddy is a good man, and he's been ever so good to me in ways I can't really describe to you. So many ways. If I'm gone, promise me that you'll make him happy. I want him to be happy, so give him whatever he needs, baby. Love him. And he'll love you back. Okay?"

Audrey started breathing hard now and her fingers plunged into her vagina again. She rubbed herself until she came several times in a row, sobbing, her lust unmanageable. Then, groaning inwardly at how she suddenly seemed to have all the tools and logic to move forward with something society looked upon as forbidden, she eventually fell asleep.

The next day, Andrew woke up and had breakfast. Then he sat on his deck and drank some coffee, enjoying the rising sun. It was warm out even though it was early and he thought about what to do with his day.

As he sat there, he noticed Audrey was outside, hanging up some sheets to dry. She didn't like to use the dryer and he understood that, but what he didn't understand was that she was doing it in her underwear, pink cotton panties and a light bra. Every time he's seen her out there before, she was wearing shorts and a t-shirt.

She bent down for a few moments, her backside toward him. She wasn't really that close to the house, but he still stared at the scene with growing interest. She went in and didn't come back out. Maybe she just thought he couldn't see her that well. After all, panties and a bra were pretty close to the same thing as a bathing suit these days. Her bathing suit was even a bit more sexy. But you couldn't see through it. When she stood there a few moments before, however briefly, he could see her nipples and pubic hair through her bra and panties. He sighed and drank his coffee.

Audrey finished hanging her clothes and went inside, That was stupid, she said to herself. Teasing him wasn't what she really wanted to do, so she decided not to repeat her actions. As she went through her day, the video she'd watched kept coming into her thoughts. The man had given the girl what seemed to be a therapeutic massage, rubbing her entire body, including her face, feet and hands, before proceeding on, then ending by massaging her vulva. He'd drawn several small climaxes out of her, and then, at the end, she'd had an intense, shaking orgasm that seemed to take over her entire body.

She watched it again that evening, slowly masturbating as she did, but paying attention to every detail. It seemed like a clinical approach to massage and the orgasm was simply part of it. At the end she noticed the particular site belonging to the person who made the video, then clicked on it.

Her eyes got a little wider now. There were now several videos made by the same people, and one of them featured the girl in the first video, giving the man a massage this time. She clicked on it. As the video credits started she realized that she had the sound down, so she turned it up now. A woman's voice, maybe an Asian, came on and started talking about the art of massage, its benefits and practices. She did not veer away from the sensual aspects at all, talking about the bodies of men, their needs, and the fact that, typically, 70% of men have an erection during a massage. She went on to note that, depending on how well the people doing a massage knew one another, this could be dealt with in a variety of ways. Mostly, a man did not go into a massage expecting sexual gratification, and that usually a female practitioner was trained to just ignore it and continue the massage, maybe just laying a towel over the penis. Her voice was calm and mesmerizing, almost hypnotic.

"Today, however, we will assume that a more personal relationship exists between the couple in our massage room. But even though this is a more sensual massage, the focus here is to help the man achieve an orgasm in the most therapeutic way possible, letting his body rise to a climax and not attempting to make it happen in an aggressive way.

"As we finish the appendages, the hands and feet, we proceed to the back, kneading the soft tissue thoroughly over the target areas, then focusing on the pressure points for some time, followed by a return to effleurage." The narrator stopped for a while, soft music playing as the red headed girl went over his entire back and neck, taking her time, putting on more oil. The man would groan on occasion. The girl now moved down to his legs and massaged his calves carefully before moving up to his thighs. She used a lot more strength when massaging them, moving from side to side. She was very thorough and Audrey made a note of that in particular. Don't hurry.

The woman's voice came back at this point.

"Now we proceed to one of the more sensitive areas of a man's musculature: The buttocks. Do not avoid this area. Take each cheek and thoroughly knead the flesh. Remember that we sit down much of our lives and these muscles, in particular, benefit from deep tissue massage."

Audrey watched closely, noting that on occasion the girl would spread his cheeks fairly wide apart, exposing the man's anus. She shifted in her seat, trying not to sigh, touching herself as she did. The woman actually mentioned it, moments later.

"As we focus on the more sensual aspects of massage today, do not avoid spreading the buttocks widely, stretching the tissue directly around the anus. This is highly erotic to most men and it's generally going to put the mechanics of his orgasm into motion. Sometimes blowing air with your mouth onto that area is also very erotic for the man. Also, simply knowing that someone is looking at his most private area can be intensely erotic to him as well.

"Now we proceed to a simple prostate massage. Using more oil than usual, it is now time to massage the area directly around the anus and the anus itself. This area is very, very sensitive and the man will usually become very erect, if he isn't already."

Audrey couldn't help but climax as the girl used her fingers to delicately rub all around the man's asshole, taking her time, rubbing the crinkly skin of his anal opening. She jerked in her seat, her fingers going into herself.

"At this time we must not forget to massage the area directly below the anus. This is where the man's prostate gland is located inside of his body, and is usually a fairly firm area. Use just the fingertips, moving them up and down with a bit of pressure."

Audrey gasped, climaxing hard. This was almost too much for her and it was only halfway through. She stood up and went into the kitchen, embarrassed at her arousal. She took another banana, this time putting it in a bowl of warm water for a while to heat it up. She closed her eyes and stood there for a while, then went back and sat in front of her computer, beginning the video again.