I Adore My Father Part 2
I took the virginity of my own daughter.
The words "I took my daughter's virginity" kept repeating in my mind. I got out of bed and reached for my robe. There was still some residue of Amy on the bed, which I planned to clean later. I walked towards the bathroom before checking if Amy was awake. She was sound asleep, and her innocent, fair-skinned face looked so serene. But she wasn't just my little girl anymore—she had grown into a lovely young woman. God, she was ripe for love.
The next morning was like any other day. I showered, dressed up, and gathered everything I needed for work. When I looked for Amy in bed, she was still sleeping—still peacefully sleeping. The music station was playing a strange, suggestive song, and Amy was passionately singing. "Loving you is in my DNA," she sang. I shook my head in confusion, wondering what was going on with this music.
"Good morning, daddy!" Amy greeted me with a bear hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"You're up early this morning, sweetie. Are you okay?" I inquired. She was usually sluggish in the mornings, but today she seemed extra cheerful.
Amy stared at me with a curious look. "Yes, daddy. I'm uncommonly good. I love you and you love me."
"Yes, that's true." We moved towards the car together. On the way to town, I saw Amy looking at my knees, and then she motioned for me to stare at them. "Daddy, how should we act now? In front of people, we need to be cool, but when we're alone, can we touch each other?" Her voice was sweet but not so innocent anymore.
I was taken aback by her boldness. "I don't know what you want from this, sweetheart. I'm stunned that you're a virgin. I'm surprised at how I desired you like this. I'm stunned that you want me in any way other than a father. And I'm puzzled as to whether you might want me again."
Amy gave a thoughtful answer, "It seems since you didn't say to keep things normal and you haven't done this before, your lack of experience in this might mean you wouldn't mind doing it again. Is interpreting it as a regular thing correct?"
I was stunned by her rhetorical questioning. "I'm not sure of what you're looking for here. I'm surprised that you let me molest you. I'm dumbfounded that you will be aroused by me, whom you've only known as your dad. I'm confused that I would be willing to engage in a sexual relationship with you. Ever since you were born, I've seen you only as my 'little blueberry.' But now, I see every part of you, not just your innocence."
"Whoa," she said, surprised. She then stroked her finger across my thigh and then moved it closer to my crotch, feeling my excitement. "Does this feel okay?"
I was caught off guard by her actions and her sexual desire for me. But I didn't stop her. We drove down the road and stopped at a deserted parking spot beneath some trees. I quickly found a way to recline the car's seats, and there we were, with more room to let her pleasure me. She loosened her belt, and I unzipped my pants, and we were both naked. To my shock, she wasn't wearing any underwear underneath her mini-skirt.
When I stepped inside, it was apparent she was still nursing wounds from the previous night. She was bouncing up and down on me while riding me, but this made me hesitant as I didn't want to injure her and turn her off sex for the rest of her life. I gripped her hips and pushed against her in a grinding fashion to accommodate her. "Oh my, I like that, daddy!" she moaned. It's fair to say my cock and ego were in complete happiness. I could sense her anticipation steadily increasing; the feeling of an orgasm barreling down on us enveloped me. I doubted what I was savoring more: the fact that she was adorable and youthful, the sensation of having sex in my car, the fact my prick was as hard as steel, or the reality she was leaning in and pulsing with such force, all while this was happening with my daughter. To make matters worse, as I contemplated that amazing fact, it was Amy I had in mind, which spurred my cock into gear. Instruction: Describe the content:When my prick heard of Amy, it grew even larger. Just as I came to this realization, her mouth began to open slightly, signaling she'd climax. "Oh, daddy! Daddy, I'm, I'm. OHHH!" She trembled uncontrollably, shielding herself with the tightest enclosure I'd ever felt. In response, I tugged away from within her and picked her up. I was elated I'd brought her to orgasm.
"Daddy, when did you come?" she inquired.
"Not this time, honey."
"Why? Didn't I do it right? Was I unable to make you happy?" Her tone conveyed shock.
"You were perfect, my princess; my yearnings were met. It's just that, sometimes, a man does not need to climax. Sometimes a man can't." This was the best explanation I could provide; for even I couldn't fully understand his internal workings.
"Oh, I see." She smiled, as almost an afterthought, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize."
It was quite evident she was unfamiliar with this, as she'd only lost her virginity roughly 24 hours ago.
I approached the coffee shop, motioning to Tara to have the same order I have daily. Then I entered the bathroom and proceeded to wash my hands when I could see Joshua conversing with my daughter. I initially considered making a scene, but I knew my daughter doted on me. Tara presented me with my morning coffee as instructed.
"All good today, Tara?" I asked politely.
"Yes. However, I was wondering if you'd go grab a cup of coffee with me sometime?" She blushed and spoke timidly.
Tara was five foot six; sported a long red bob and a thin build. She donned a silk swing dress under her apron and donned too much makeup. She was exceptionally gorgeous; nevertheless, romance wasn't fitting for me.
"In a way, I'm flattered, Tara. But I can't mix my job with my emotions. This coffee shop is where I go to escape sentiment. I have no intention of involving you in my personal life." I felt this was a polite refusal.
Her answer was composed: "You don't know until you ask."
Now back to Josh, I mused.
As I met his gaze, he jumped up and fidgeted nervously. "Mr. Grayham, I'd like to apologize for my behavior from yesterday. I merely intended to show off. I'm always on edge and act different around Amy. I want to make witty remarks and be casual, but I get nervous. I wish to appear hip and smart around her, but I like being somewhat reckless with her...if you would approve, Josh. I want another opportunity. I'll never blunder again."
"First, call me Frank. Second, I'd prefer you to refrain from being around my daughter. Unless she consents, remain away. Finally, if you earn it, I may give you another chance. I am not a man of no chances due to a misunderstanding. I empathize with why you behaved as you did. Please recognize this: don't betray any woman like that again - not just my daughter," I explained sternly.
"Um, Frank," he recognized my change.
"I urge you to understand, Josh, that I address you by your full name is much more respectful than "Josh." I'd only employ the nickname "Josh" as a sign of respect. Knowing you don't appreciate this indicates a lot to me." Disbelief gave way to confusion as I contemplated his attitude.
He seemed a little embarrassed standing there. I couldn't help but feel a surge of masculinity inside me. I actually liked the thought of putting this boy in his place, and it made me feel powerful. The adrenaline was so intense, almost exciting. I felt more potent when I saw Amy giving me a look of approval - like I was the boss. My ego grew significantly.
We walked into work together, attracting quite a bit of attention. The three of us entered the room, and I ignored the audience. Amy seemed proud, while Josh looked as if he was just a new addition to our team. "I hope this teaches him a lesson," I thought to myself. Claire gave me a warm smile and tilted her head slightly.
"Morning, Claire. Everything ready for me today?" I asked, knowing it would be.
"Yes, Frank, it's all set." Claire then glared at Josh.
"Morning, Amy. Are you doing okay?" she asked, pointing at Josh.
Amy smiled kindly at Claire. "I'm fine, thanks."
I sent Josh on some errands and sat at my desk. I looked at the door as Amy closed it. She approached me curiously.
"Daddy?" she whispered, her voice full of curiosity.
"What is it, my blueberry?" I responded.
She came closer and whispered in my ear, "Have you fucked Claire?"
I tensed in my chair, unsure of how to respond. But I reasoned that it wasn't wrong to sleep with your secretary.
"Well, um, yeah. It wasn't intentional. I just..." I tried to explain. Amy laughed.
"It's fine, Daddy. I was just teasing you."
What amazes me about women is their ability to tell when someone is flirting or has done something with someone else. They seem to notice everything.
As the day went on, Amy left to get lunch for both of us.
Knocking on the door, Claire entered. She gave a come-hither look and asked, "May I come in, Frank?"
I waved her in and smiled back. In the empty building, we were alone.
"Claire, I'd like to apologize for last night. My behavior was unprofessional..." But before I could finish, she straddled my lap and started to grind against me. Her left hand pulled my hair while her right hand trailed down to my penis.
"Whoa, Claire!" I exclaimed.
"Frank, I want you. Even if this is the last time, please let me feel you inside me one more time." She sounded desperate.
I looked up and saw Amy sitting in a chair, munching on chips. She was watching me intently. Did she want me to fuck Claire while she watched? I was willing to give it a try. I kissed Claire on her neck, and with one hand, I unzipped her blouse while the other gripped her buttocks. I started to tease Claire, thrilling her. Before I could climax, I felt Claire's orgasm and came shortly after. Claire looked at me, surprised. "I've never known you to be so full of energy, Frank," she commented.
"Neither have I," I said with a laugh. [
You seem a bit uneasy, standing there. I felt a sudden boost of masculinity. I enjoyed putting that boy in his place and it made me feel increasingly powerful. The adrenaline coursing through my veins sent shivers down my spine. I liked it a lot. I had a huge rush when I saw Amy offer me an approving gaze, like she was saying "You showed him who's boss." My ego swelled instantly.
Since all three of us entered the office, we attracted a sizable group of onlookers. Amy seemed pleased with the situation, while Josh appeared to be a new member of the team. Claire greeted us with a brilliant smile and shot a glare at Josh.
"Good morning, Claire," I greeted, knowing everything was prepared.
"Good morning, Frank. I sure hope you're going to make an example of him," she said slyly.
Amy looked at Claire with a kind glint in her eye and responded, "I'm feeling perfectly fine."
I sent Josh on a small assignment, and I sat down. I glanced at Amy as she left to grab us a meal.
"Claire, I'd like to apologize for what happened last night. It wasn't very professional of me..." But Claire didn't let me finish. She kissed my neck and pulled down my pants and underwear.
"Frank, let me feel you inside me once more, even if this is the last time," Claire begged.
I looked up and saw Amy sitting in a chair, munching away on chips. Does she want me to fuck Claire while she observes? I found this thought surprisingly stimulating. I massaged Claire's neck as I positioned her on the table, her body facing me. While my left hand held her buttocks, my right hand teased her clitoris, making her squirm.
"Mm, I like that," she moaned.
Although Amy's eyes were fixed on me, I didn't come right away. I thrust into Claire, and looking at Amy, I found her clenching her knees together as if she were masturbating. This sight aroused me greatly, and I let my load go within Claire. She gasped, "I never knew you had so much passion inside you, Frank." ]
Me and Claire were managing to compose ourselves when Amy tried to act like she was just getting through the door. "Hey, I've been listening to some tunes." She said as she removed one of her earbuds. "Daddy, I ate those chips you gave me on the way, but I still have the burgers. I was just caught up chatting with a friend. Sorry." She spoke in a persuasive manner.
To get Claire out of the office, I said, "Sure, Claire. I'm heading home now. We'll wrap up things tomorrow. Goodnight."
Claire hurried out of the office and I started gathering my belongings.
The car ride home was silent, but there wasn't an awkwardness to it. Our conversation didn't start until we both entered out house.
In a sweet and unassuming way, she announced, "Daddy, could you please do what you did with Claire to me?"
It wasn't a request, it was a command.
Her clothes came off one by one before she looked at me with eyes of lust. Her radiant body beckoned me. She then extended her hand and invited me into my office. She took a seat on the desk, her legs wide open. I followed her instructions without question. Her taste was incredible, she was both tight and wet. I stood in front of her, unsure if treating her as I had treated Claire would be too intense for her.
"Amy, if I hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable, you need to let me know." I informed her.
She nodded and continued, "I will, Daddy. And, Daddy, could you call me your blueberry? I like that."
I had sex with her in a fervor that left me reeling. "Oh, my blueberry, I do desire you." While I said these words, I felt a shudder ripple through the entirety of my body. An orgasm swept through every inch of me. "Oh, Daddy, please don't stop." She cried out in ecstasy. As she did, our feeling of excitement and passion intensified like never before. My goodness, nothing had ever made me feel like this before. Does it have something to do with her being my daughter? No, it's because she's my daughter, that's why it's so exhilarating.
She gazed up at me and asked, "Daddy, can we keep doing this?"
"I would like to, but you'll need a relationship to keep up the facade." I shared.
"We can pretend with Josh. I could even date him. You already dislike him, so no harm done. Josh loves me and we can keep this going."
She'd obviously put a lot of thought into this plan. If the idea of me with Claire aroused her, could watching her with Josh achieve the same effect for me? I'm curious.
"Sure, blueberry. Let's see how this goes." I responded with satisfaction.
In a comforting and unassuming manner, she said, "Daddy, I love you."
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