THE BUSY DADDY

It seemed to me that my father was always too busy to
 pay attention to me. He seemed to stay at his computer
 all day, not doing anything but staring at his business
 spreadsheet. You see he was an accountant, and ran his
 business from home.

 I needed to find a way to get his attention. Momma was
 long gone, having run away with the guy next door. And
 I could hardly even think about her without a feeling
 little hostility.  There was never any thought of
 custody. Dad had raised me from the time I was ten
 years old without a peep from my mother.

 I had no idea what my father did for sex. He didn't
 seem to date very much, and most of the women he did
 meet were simply introduced by friends, and he would
 take them to dinner once or twice. He never brought
 them home, and he never spent the night at their house.

 I suppose he jacked off a lot. Once, I even searched
 his room for dirty magazines and videos, but found
 nothing.

 I really had hoped that I would find some dirty
 magazines, so that I could look at the pictures and
 play with myself, but there just weren't any. I was
 hoping to see pictures of some woman sucking a guy's
 long, hard dick. (One of my fantasies.)

 I went into his study, there he was, at the computer
 screen, working away on a spreadsheet for one of his
 clients.

 That was it! I was tired of being ignored, I was tired
 of competing for my father's attention. All those long
 suppressed feelings welled up and... I had an idea!

 I ran upstairs and took off my clothes. I took a quick
 shower, putting on some body lotion that smelled sweet
 and fresh. I went to my dresser, and found a T-shirt.
 Putting it on, I looked in front of the mirror and saw
 how revealing it was, showing my erect nipples through
 the material.

 I rummaged through my dresser and found a pair of
 shorts. Nah, I thought, and I went to my closet, and
 there, hanging under plastic, was the cheerleader
 skirt I had used in my junior year at high school. I
 took it off the rack; it smelled of mothballs.

 Putting the skirt on anyway, I pulled it up about six
 inches higher than it should have been, and pulled the
 hem of the T-shirt down. I looked in the mirror.

 YES! I could almost see my pussy hairs, but not quite.
 Perfect, I thought, this will give him a raging boner
 if ever there was one. I was hot to see his reaction.
 I wanted to see what he would say, and to see if there
 was a positive bulge in his pants.

 I suppose this all sounds pretty perverted to the
 average reader. I guess it is. All I can say for my-
 self is that we'd been living alone together for years,
 and I loved my Dad. I mean that I loved him like a
 woman loves a man.

 I'd had Dad to myself for almost 9 years, and I cooked
 for him, did his laundry, and had become his companion,
 his friend. So we didn't have the usual relationship
 that most fathers and daughters had. Ours was special.

 Any way as ran down the stairs to my Father's study, I
 could feel myself getting, the tingling in my pussy
 making me stop at the bottom of the stairs and run my
 fingers across my pussy lips.

 No time to play with myself, I thought, as I opened
 the door and went into his study.

 I went over to his overstuffed "guest" chair and sat,
 watching him peer intently at the screen as his fingers
 danced across the keys. I lifted a leg, putting my bare
 foot on the cushion in front of me. He sniffed the air.

 "Gee, you smell nice," he said to the computer screen.

 "Thanks Dad," I said. 

 "What are we having for dinner ---" He turned to me
 and stopped in mid-sentence, his eyes going from under
 my skirt, where my pussy lips were getting a lot of
 air, to my T-shirt, where my nipples were hard and
 dark through the material.

 He swallowed and looked away. He looked back at me, at
 my face, and said, "Have you decided what you want to
 do for dinner?" His voice quivered as he spoke.

 I moved my knee a little higher, letting the hem of
 the cheerleader skirt fall farther off my thigh. I
 didn't miss his glance.

 He was looking straight at my cunt. I felt faint with
 excitement when I saw him shift in his chair, as if
 trying to find a more comfortable position for his
 hardon. His tongue darted out, licking his lips.

 "What's the matter Daddy?" I asked.

 He swallowed again. "Isn't that your cheerleader
 uniform?" he asked in almost a squeak.

 I nodded. "It feels kinda comfortable, so I just
 thought I'd throw it on, you know."

 He nodded, never taking his eyes from my pussy. I
 spread my legs a little more for him, and his eyes
 widened.

 "You like the view?" I suddenly asked.

 He jerked, as if suddenly touching a hot wire. He
 looked away. "Sorry about that," he mumbled to his
 computer screen.

 "I'm not sorry at all. I like the way you looked at
 me."

 He turned to me and looked me right in the eye. "What?"

 I spread my legs again, which caused him to move his
 gaze from my face to my crotch.

 He licked his lips again, and I reached down and lifted
 my skirt up to my belly, spreading my legs wide for
 him.

 He just sat there, his mouth hanging open. His breath-
 ing was coming in rapid gasps, and he shifted his
 position again.

 He moved off the chair, and there it was, a great big
 bulge in his pants. I looked at it, and then at his
 face. "Nice boner Dad," I said.

 Before he could say anything else or even move away, I
 reached up and ran my fingers across the material where
 his cock pushing into. Sure enough, it was rock-hard.

 My Dad gasped and closed his eyes. Then he looked down
 at me, and he moved away, getting on his knees in
 front of me.  He leaned toward me and lifted my
 T-shirt away from my chest. He looked at my tits for
 a few seconds, then leaned forward and opened his
 mouth, running his tongue across my hard nipples. His
 hands went to my crotch, and I could feel his shake
 fingers move across my pussy.

 His touch was like a jolt to my nervous system, as if
 someone had mistaken my cunt for an electric socket.

 I pushed him away and stood. I reached down and grabbed
 the hem of my T-shirt and pulled it over my head, then
 released the catch on my skirt, letting it fall to the
 floor. I stood in front of my Father naked, looking at
 his obvious please in his little girl's body.

 I reached down and pulled him up to me. We kissed like
 lovers. He was all over me then, totally out of control
 with long withheld sexual tension. God it was
 wonderful.

 After withstanding his onslot for a minute I took him
 by the hand and led him to his bedroom.

 I lay on the bed and said in the sexiest voice I could
 muster. "Fuck me, Daddy, I want you to fuck me."

 He tore off his clothes, his cock jerking up and 
 sticking straight up. It was a big cock, jutting out
 from masses of dark curly hair. The head of his dick
 was bright purple and wet looking. His balls swayed as
 he moved across the bed to me.

 The sight of a man, and adult male really turned me on.
 I was used to teenaged boys, but this was an
 experienced man, and man-sized lover. One touch, and I
 would have cum right then and there.

 He didn't waist any time, he just got on top of me, and
 I felt his wonderfully large cock slide into my wet
 pussy just as mouth found my nipples.

 The suction and the sudden thrust into me made me cum
 immediately, and I lay there in ecstasy as my Father
 thrust into me faster and faster. His balls slapping
 against my ass hole, and the feeling of those hairy
 orbs against my ass made me squirm with delight.

 I felt pinned to the bed, it felt like my Father was in
 complete control. He could use me anyway he wanted and
 I couldn't do anything about it. He was a strong male
 and I was his slave. I orgasmed again.

 He pumped faster and faster, murmuring my name as he
 fucked me harder. I felt his cock suddenly enlarge, and
 then he slammed into me really hard. I knew what was
 happening as his muscles tightened all over his body.

 I'd been with enough boys to know when they where
 coming. This time was different, we weren't wearing
 any protection. I'd never done that with the boy's I'd
 fucked before. But Dad was different. I loved him so. 

 He squirted his hot come into me in five jerks of his
 cock, (Yes I counted them) and then he lay still, pant-
 ing heavily on top of me.

 I could feel his sperm running out of my pussy and down
 my over my asshole when he pulled out of me. He moved
 over on the bed and lay there, still breathing hard,
 and was smiling.

 I looked over at his hairy chest, and moved over and
 lay my head in the mat of hair. I could hear his
 pounding heart beneath his ribs, and I really, really
 realized how much I loved my hard-working, busy Dad.