"Daddy's Adoration: Part 2 - Her Perspective"
I was woken up by the sound of my dad walking through the hallway. Should I talk to him? How should I approach him today? As a daughter or a lover? I decided to pretend I was still asleep. I had an idea: if I got up while he was in the shower, I could say hello to him downstairs. He'd like that; he usually isn't up in the morning. Yes, this would make him happy. My mind was filled with questions, thoughts and random musings. Am I supposed to feel this way? Another question popped up.
While waiting, I decided to listen to some of my music. "DNA" started playing on my playlist; now, I hear this song in a different light. I chuckled to myself. Lost in the song and my thoughts, I started singing and swaying. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my dad! I hoped things were still as wonderful as they were last night. After all, I had proved how much I loved him; he had received the most precious gift of all, my virginity.
"Good morning, Daddy!" I decided to give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek and the first word. I'm not a fan of waiting for conversations.
Daddy looked shocked: "You're up early this morning, sweetie. Are you okay?" Not the reaction I was hoping for, but whatever.
I looked at him, a little upset, a little annoyed: "Yes, Daddy. I'm okay; better than okay. I love you and you love me."
He looked at me as though it was just any other morning and answered me: "That I do. Are you ready to go?" What the hell! Did I do something wrong or is it like some of the other girls say. After they've taken it, they leave? He wouldn't do that to me, right?
On the way to the coffee shop, I looked at how my dad looked. He was happy, slightly tense, awkward? He was wearing a different suit today. I admired how a suit fit him and how he always looked smart. I couldn't handle the silence!
"Daddy, how should we behave now? I know that in front of people we should act normal, but when we're alone, is it normal or can we touch and things?" This answered some of my questions and broke the silence. My mind could relax a bit.
He answered me with a mixture of joking and truth: "I'm not sure, sweetheart. I'm shocked that you were a virgin, I'm shocked that I wanted you in such a way, I'm shocked that you'd want me in any other way than your father, and I'm confused about whether you want me again. I'm also a bit disturbed that I'd be willing to have a sexual relationship with you. As I've only seen you as my little blueberry. Now, I see everything else about you, not just your innocence."
Wow, my dad is just as clueless as me. I never thought he'd never know what to do or say; he knows everything. "Wow" was my only response. As I tried to figure out how to answer him properly, I bit my lower lip. The only thing I knew was that I wanted him, and he wanted me again; I like that.
Touch, this would show what I want. It's better than the weird stuff coming out of my mouth. I ran my hand down the top of his thigh, looked at him, and then slowly ran my fingertips between his legs. I wanted to feel him again. "So, is this okay?" I asked while looking at him for a response. "What do you think?" He grinned. I could feel him getting hard; this was incredible. To see a penis getting hard in my hand was one thing, feeling it happen was another.
I chose to carry on with the game; how bad can it be to play along? My dad glared at me and maneuvered the car over. I have no clue where we are; it looks private though. Is this a shot at what I desire, or will he deny me? My dad backed his chair up, granting me a clear view of him. I've seen films; I removed my belt and my dad slid down his trousers. I was frightened, but I wanted him. So, I straddled him; it was easy to experience his sex against mine; I didn't wear any underwear today and I wore a short denim miniskirt. One for this, and two to tease; if I never received the chance.
Ouch! I thought. Wow, I'm tender. I persisted; after all, I'd just asked for it. My dad held my hips and ground his body against me. Oh, wow. This is incredible, how can I be sore and yet, oh, so, oh, sore; "OH! Wow, I like that daddy!" I didn't know where that came from, but I blurted it out! I could feel a rush of electricity course through my body; I had no idea what it was, but I craved more. As I contemplated this, my dad felt even harder. Hang on, is that more substantial? So, harder or bigger? Which is it? I felt my lips part. Shock, excitement, lust, or perplexion? Oh, no! It's not that. It's pleasure. "Oh, daddy! Daddy, I'm, I'm. OHHH!" I was trembling and shaking. Daddy elevated me and made me more at ease. Wait, did he climax? When?
"Daddy, when did you climax?" I had to inquire.
"I didn't that time." He said with a grin.
"Why? Didn't I perform it correctly? Did I not satisfy you?" I felt despondent. I should've learnt or observed more thoroughly.
Daddy appeared vexed with me, then clarified; "You were perfect, my blueberry; I was content, it's simply that I didn't climax. To be content doesn't indicate that you must climax. It's difficult to understand, but sometimes a man doesn't need to climax. Sometimes, a man can't." Awkward. "Oh, okay. I'm sorry, I didn't know." That's the only thing I could mutter.
As we walked into the coffee shop; I could see Tart behind the counter tidying her hair and adjusting her apron. Is she finally going to ask my dad out? I had a small smile to myself that I got there first. Tara was a slender woman, approximately 5ft 6in tall, a long red bob and a flawless shape. I'd love to be that slender. My curvaceous figure is as impressive as I'm growing. She was wearing a silky swing dress under her apron, and she was so beautiful she didn't require makeup; yet she always adorned it.
Josh arrived; "Hey, Amy, is your dad around?"
"He's in the restroom." I gave him a puzzled glare.
"Thank goodness for that, what's he like this morning, is he okay, is he, well, is he approachable?" He was gasping for breath.
I snickered at how silly he was being; just as dad came out of the restroom. I saw him look directly at Josh; he straightened himself as tall as possible and looked scared! I'd seriously be laughing right now; however, I needed to demonstrate to my dad that I was worth his adult relationship.
I'll confess, Josh commenced the game of sucking up; "Mr. Grayham, I apologize for my actions yesterday. I only desired to, well, demonstrate off." He continued nervously; "I usually feel the need to be like you, but around Amy, I get nervous and don't quite know how to behave. I want to be sharp and intelligent like you, but I enjoy being a bit of a player around Amy. If you permit me, Mr. G. I mean Mr. Grayham, I would like a second opportunity. I won't ruin it again."
I noticed the amusement in my dad's eyes; it's now his turn to play with Josh; "To begin with, Josh. I'd like you to call me Frank. Secondly, I will appreciate you staying away from my daughter; unless she wishes for you to be in her space; thirdly, you may have another attempt. I am not a man of no chances, due to a misunderstanding. I am certain you comprehend why I reacted as I did. Do not let me witness that again; not just towards my daughter, but towards any woman. Do you understand me?" My dad seemed to enjoy this. Do I intervene? I decided not to; I want to experience my dad's enjoyment from this as well as me. *insert_emoji:blush: warning: adult content *
Hey, it's Frank here. Oops, you addressed me as Josh! Wow, that's the best you could muster after all this? I'm not mad, but seriously, what about the damage you did to both my dad's career and me too? Not cool, man.
Listen carefully, Josh. Using my full name is a sign of respect, not a compliment. Don't take it lightly. Respect must be earned, and the fact that the only thing you gained from this talk isn't a good sign to me. My dad, the lion, looked at me like someone who lost some money. I found myself staring at him with admiration. He's the boss, the guardian, the lover.
We went to work with an audience. My dad strutted in like royalty, while Josh was shaking in his boots. I couldn't help but find the situation comical.
"Morning, Claire, got everything ready for me today?" Dad asked. Claire has never let him down, and she always has everything in order. I rolled my eyes.
"Sure thing, Frank. It's all here." Claire then looked at me.
"Good morning, Amy. Feeling okay?" Claire sized up Josh.
"Yup, fine. Thanks." I answered while noticing Claire seemed restless. Could they be... together?
"Hey, Dad." I asked curiously.
"Yes, my blueberry."
I went over and asked him aside. "Have you had a thing with Claire?"
He stiffened, "Umm, yeah, I didn't intend... it just,"
I snickered, "It's okay, Dad. I was just teasing you."
My appetite diminished, and I felt an urge to leave and get something for us. I asked to leave for a meal. As I was outside, I ran into Simon, my college buddy. His company sales economic devices to corporations. Boring.
"Hey, how have you been?" Simon inquired about me.
"I'm fine. Working with my dad today, so I'm returning late. Gotta go. Maybe catch up another time?" I wanted to be back in the office early. I wished to ask my dad to take us home early. I wanted... something.
"Okay, catch you later." He was stunned someone actually said that.
I rushed back, only to find an empty office except for Dad and me. Claire was not at her desk. It meant it was just the two of us. I searched the whole building, and there was no one except the two of us.
I walked into the hallway, checking each room. We were alone. I watched as Claire's fingers caressed my dad's hair while grinding on him. He didn't seem surprised. I sat down to eat my chips while watching from my vantage point. I wanted to see Dad from a different angle. His looks when he's pleasured. I conveyed that through my nod.
To my excitement, he picked up Claire and placed her on the table, giving me a view of what was about to take place. He started caressing himself, and I could see his erect penis. Claire's skirt had risen to her waist. Dad was using his fingers to stroke, circle and slide around and inside Claire. I couldn't hear anything, but her pleasure was evident from the expression on her face.
Dad got down on his knees and spread Claire's legs, placing one on each shoulder. It was clear that he had his face in between her legs. Claire leaned back and opened her mouth, indicating her enjoyment of my father's actions. The sight of Claire enjoying my dad, along with my dad's show, made my body crave touch. I dropped my chips onto the floor, ran my hand up my leg, and began to stimulate my clitoris with my fingers. "Ah, yes, there." I had found my spot. While still observing my dad and Claire, I continued to satisfy myself.
Claire began to shiver, and my father stood up. While looking at me, he started to mate with Claire. I could not hold my desire any longer. Both my mind and body reacted with a sudden surge of pleasure. "Shit, I need to hide this from Claire. Pretend to be asleep won't work here," I thought.
Instead, I decided to pretend to have just returned. "Daddy, I ate the chips on the way, still have the burgers, they might be a little cold, got distracted by talking. Sorry." I hoped it sounded convincing.
Claire left the office, smiling at me, and my father gathered his belongings.
The car ride home was silent but not uncomfortable. No words were spoken until we were both inside the house.
During the car ride, I could only think of wanting to feel what Claire had felt. "Daddy, I want you to do what you did to Claire to me." I said the moment we entered the house.
I didn't want him to reject my request, so I removed my gown and looked at him with intense desire, making it difficult for him to turn me down. I took his hand and led us to the office, where I sat on the table and opened my legs.
To my delight, he looked at me, knelt down, and initiated what I desired. His actions surpassed my expectations. "Wow, this is so much better than I imagined." I was in awe.
He stood up, and I was disappointed because I wanted him to continue. However, he looked at me seriously, like a father would. "If I'm hurting you or making you uncomfortable, tell me, Amy."
"I will, Daddy," I responded. "And Daddy, call me your blueberry. I like that name."
As we continued, he was gentle at first and then gradually increased his pace and force. "Oh, my little blueberry, I definitely want you." My father declared. His legs began to shake, indicating he was near his peak. At the same time, I called out, "Daddy, please don't stop." My entire body was in a state of ecstasy. I welcomed my father's touch, loving him deeply. "Daddy, can we continue this?" I inquired.
Surprisingly, he replied, "Sure, blueberry. We'll figure it out." Were my wishes finally coming true?
Feeling a sense of triumph, I voiced, "Daddy, I love you." The sentiment held a deeper meaning this time.
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