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Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ "My Dad's so Busy" by Lauta Lumly Nineteen year-old daughter seduces hard-working dad to get more attention from him. ------ 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. E.N.D. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with strangers. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 9