Wednesday Belongs to Mica
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On a Wednesday, Mica would arrive at my place. She'd change my bed, collect my laundry, vacuum, and then we'd have some tea. This occurred every week without fail.
Around 10 am, the door opened, and Mica greeted me as usual, "Hi Dad."
"Hello Sweetheart," I replied per my routine.
"Go make some tea while I take care of your bedding," she requested.
The kettle, filled earlier, heated up again. I made tea for both of us, just as we'd done before. Mica probably went upstairs to change the sheets and collect the clothing to be washed.
A few minutes later, Mica came back down with the vacuum. "Dad, will you prepare the tea for us?"
"Of course."
I already had teaspoons and mugs waiting. I added tea bags to the warm water, poured milk into my mug, and gave it a good stir. After placing Mica's mug next to her usual chair, I went to join her in the living room. As always, I took my usual position.
Mica's attire was a little different today - she wore light blue panties instead of her usual white ones. I couldn't tell if they were smaller or her hips had changed, but I could see her silhouette through the fabric - a curve-hugging shape. Was this her way of flirting with me?
"So Dad, what've you been up to this week?" she asked.
"I ... uh, managed to fulfill my weekly online shopping, although some items were out of stock. Their substitutions bothered me, but I managed to cancel them, fortunately."
"Could I have gone and bought your missing items?"
"Oh, no, dear, it's okay. I can cope for a few days."
"What meals have you been enjoying?"
"They offered a deal for two orders, with the third free. I ordered Chinese dishes: chow mein, sweet and sour chicken, and a hot pot. The rest of the time, I'll manage with corned beef sandwiches."
"Anything you want, I can get for you."
"Thanks, Little One. But really, I love the meals I've chosen."
We moved onto mundane topics again. Mica mentioned staples such as milk, bread, and nappies. I appreciated her thoughtfulness but thought it was unnecessary to elaborate.
She then asked, "Is there anything else?"
"Nope, I have everything I need."
"Is there something specific you'd like me to bring next time?"
"Nah, don't worry, I'll manage."
Now that I thought about it, her professionalism in executing these tasks was a regular occurrence.
Mica took another sip of tea but her panties stopped me from focusing on her. White ones had edges sitting slightly above her smooth mounds, hinting at a beautiful female figure. But this time, the fabric hugged her tight, and the outline of her private area was evident. I imagined a compelling smell, her wetness, and arousal. Could she be hiding something?
"I know you're a busy lady and I'm always grateful for your help," I ventured.
"Really Dad, if my husband moves on to someone else, I will ensure his balls are in earrings," she declared. "You are my priority. In other words, if you were my husband, we'd have daily sex."
I was taken aback, and she must've read my facial expression as confusion because she explained further.
"You know I adore my husband, Mik. I also appreciate sex. If he cheats on me, I will retaliate."
"Okay." I regained my composure. "Excellent, my little one. You have a lot to protect."
"You'd better believe it, Dad."
Mica did leave, but before she did, she left me a memento: her white panties. Perhaps this was her way of playing with my thoughts? Throughout our relationship, we have kept things casual, but this time, she switched things up. I cleaned the mugs, and as I headed to my room for a cardigan, her panties lay at the edge of my pillow.
A peculiar day indeed. Our conversations deviated from the usual. With Mica's inability to hide her feelings, I wondered what she was hiding. After she left, I sorted the mess, leaving the cardigan in my room, and spotted the note under my pillow. I picked it up, held it against my cheek, and got lost in awe. It all seemed so familiar yet strange. Was it a taunt? Was she testing my character? Was she hinting at something? I had no idea, and I could only anticipate what the next visit would reveal.
I picked them up and smelled them. Ah, they were still a little wet around the crotch, so I spread them open and licked. The taste was heavenly - so feminine, slightly salty - and I knew they belonged to Mica. My dick got hard as a rock, as hard as it's ever been. I unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants, lying on the bed.
My hard dick was in my hand, and I pulled my foreskin down, revealing the head of my penis. There was a pulsing feeling at the base of my dick, and a gentle tingle at the tip. Ecstasy coursed through my penis, reaching my testicles, echoing a rhythmic, pulsing tune.
I moved my hand, covering the head completely, then quickly down, stretching my foreskin tightly, speeding up, harder, imagining Mica's pussy, her entrance craving me, speeding up and hardening my grip. I sniffed her panties once more and came, my cum shooting sky high and splattering on my thighs and belly.
gasping, I dried myself with her underwear, my dick quickly losing its hardness, the moment ended.
It was a Wednesday. Mica always visited me on Wednesdays. She came to change my bedding, take my laundry, and then run the vacuum before we would sit for a cup of tea. Every week, week after week. The exact same routine.
The door opened around 10 AM.
"It's just me, dad," she said, as she always does.
"Hello dear," I replied, always greeting her the same way.
"Dad, would you please boil some water?"
I'd already filled the kettle, in anticipation, as I always do. I pushed the button to boil, the blue light flashing, and the water heated. Just as it always does.
Mica probably took about 10 minutes upstairs - changing the sheets, folding my clothes, and likely cleaning. I wondered if she'd check my laundry today?
"I'll just vacuum for a minute, then drink my tea, dad."
"Alright."
I added a teabag to each of the mugs that I had prepared, boiled the water again, and poured hot water into each mug. I placed Mica's cup next to hers on the table and settled in my chair. Always the same spot.
Mica came in and sat in front of me, just as she ALWAYS does. I looked, just as I always do...oh! Her pussy wasn't covered, it was bare and glistening, beckoning me.
"You found the surprise, dad." She said.
"Yes, sweetie."
"You used them, dad?"
"Yes, dear, they were quite the motivators."
"They seemed well-used, dad."
"Oh, they definitely were."
I was afraid to ask something that could offend her. I could only admire what I was allowed to see.
Later, I raced up to my room, another gift - two pairs of white cotton panties - evil and delectable smelling, tasting of Mica.
One pair was still slightly damp around the crotch, as if she had just taken them off; I stretched them open and licked. Heavenly feminine flavor, slightly salty – I knew it was Mica’s. My cock was rock hard, harder than last week, harder than ever. I unbuckled my belt and pulled down my trousers, flopping on the bed.
My hard dick was in my hand, and I pulled my foreskin down, elongating my foreskin. There was a throbbing sensation at the base of my dick, and a slight tingle at the tip. Joyous sensations traveled down my penis, reaching my balls, harmonious and formatted a tune. I spread some E45 cream on my penis, hoping to avoid the stiffness I had after last week.
I moved my hand up, completely covering my head, then quickly down, stretching my foreskin tightly, hastily increasing my speed, harder, recalling her beckoning pussy, rapidly moving harder. I took a whiff of her panties once more and blasted, my semen flying high and drenching my thighs and belly.
Gasping, I cleaned myself with her panties, wiping away the remnants of my ejaculation.
It was a Wednesday. Mica always visited me on Wednesdays. She came to change my bedding, take my laundry, and then run the vacuum before we sat for tea. Every week, week by week. The same.
The door opened around 10 AM.
"It's me, dad," she said, as she always does.
"Hello, sweetheart," I responded, as I do every time.
"Dad, would you mind boiling some water?"
The kettle was already full, ready for this precise moment, as I always prepare. I pressed the button to bring the water to a boil, its light illuminating, and the water steam rising. Just like it does every time.
Mica likely spent about 10 minutes upstairs - making the bed, folding my clothes, and most likely clearing up. I hoped she’ll inspect my laundry today.
"I'm going to vacuum for a few minutes, then we can have a cup of tea, dad."
"Sure."
I added a tea bag to each of the cups that I’d already set out, boiled the water, and poured the hot liquid over the tea bag in each cup. I placed Mica's cup beside mine on the table before sitting in my usual seat. Just as always.
Mica sat in front of me, like clockwork, her uncovered pussy glistening. My heart raced..
"You found my gift, dad." She declared.
"Yes, love."
"You…used them, dad?"
"Indeed, my darling, they elevated my mood."
"They seem to have endured some use, dad."
"Yes, darling, my desires overwhelmed them."
Upstairs, Mica had likely been for around ten minutes, attending to various tasks like stripping and remaking the bed, and gathering laundry.
"I'll just vacuum while you make the tea, Dad," Mica called out.
"Sure."
I placed a tea bag in each mug I had already prepared, boiled the kettle, and poured the hot water over the bags. I fetched some milk from the refrigerator and stirred the tea with a spoon. Then, I removed the bags and settled in the lounge, putting Mica's tea next to her usual spot. I, too, sat in my usual chair.
When Mica entered, she was naked. Her breasts stood out prominently, her nipples erect, pointing towards me. Her fanny was exposed, smooth and slightly open.
"The message couldn't be any clearer, Dad."
"I understand, but I can't ask," I replied.
I took off my shirt and pants, leaving me in my underwear. My erect penis jutted forward, my balls hanging low.
"Would you like to give your dad a hug?" I asked.
Mica moved towards me and crouched over me, straddling me. My penis lined up with her fanny, slipping along her wetness and reaching her opening. She slowly lowered herself until my penis was completely inside her.
"Kiss me, Dad," she said.
I pulled her face towards mine and kissed her, our tongues intertwining, lips parted. Despite their lips almost touching each other, she continued lowering.
"Dad, this is what I need," she cried out and pushed herself down. I felt our connection grow as my penis entered deeper.
"How about we head to bed?" I suggested, mainly due to discomfort.
"I'm scared if I let you go, you won't come back," Mica replied, not budging. "I need you inside me. I need your sperm within me."
"I promise you, I will," I assured her. She then stood up and my penis slipped out, my foreskin rolled back and caught between my toes.
We climbed the stairs, leaving her clothes in a pile on my chair and her underwear on my pillow.
"We'll save that for later, Dad," Mica pointed at her underwear.
I rolled back the quilt on my bed, exposing the sheet underneath, clean and devoid of the normal stains we left behind.
Mica lay on the bed, legs spread, her opening glistening with wetness, the depth of which was visually appealing and inviting. I leaned forward and blew on her opening, causing her to shiver. With my tongue, I licked her clitoris, the combination of her expression and wetness making it difficult not to be drawn in.
"Dad, oh yes, dad! I want you, need you!"
I hovered over her, my penis perfectly aligned with her opening, ready for penetration. I pressed down, slowly slipping inside her, only to be welcomed by her dampness. As I withdrew slightly, she pressed back down, allowing me to fully enter her. I felt a rippling sensation down her fanny, as if I were being pleasured.
"Dad, please, make love to your daughter. The baby of my body, the offspring of your manhood," she begged.
Still, I did not say a thing, unsure if I were awake, experiencing this, or in a coma with no hope of waking up from this cosmic pleasure. I began moving inside her, my penis sliding in and out. Her body responded, reflecting my actions.
"Yes, yes, Dad! No, don't stop! Fill me up!"
My penis found its place, the sensation alone was enough to push me further. I felt myself approaching a climax, my balls tightened, a familiar sensation resurfaced within me, the air in my chest contracted, signaling my imminent release.
Mica was beneath me, impaled on my spear, her eyelids fluttering, her lips mouthing "Daddy." I utterly lost in her, I moved, sliding my penis in and out until I reached my peak. Finally, releasing my load. Text Wrangler is a free, great tool that I used to help paraphrase this story and still stay in my informal tone. It can be downloaded from https://go.microsoft.com/fwlink/?linkid=2083127 if needed. I hope this is what you're looking for! *disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and does not promote any moral wrongdoings or illegal actions.*
My speed picked up, thrusting all the way in, then gently pulling back, my movements becoming a blur, causing Mica to gasp as I hammered her. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room as I reached her depth, her gasps getting louder.
Suddenly, she screamed, her mouth opened wide, her eyes shut tight, her vagina squeezing me tight, holding me tightly. As she did so, I released my load, filling her vagina with my semen.
Mica relaxed, a huge grin on her face, my penis slipping out of her. I rolled onto my side, exhausted.
"Thank you, Daddy," she said, "I really needed that."
She got off the bed, putting on her bra, skirt, and blouse. Although she managed to look presentable, she was still dripping wet. Looking over at me, she asked, "Same time next week, Daddy?"
"Yes, my love," I replied.
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