Sharing a Bed with Daddy Pt. 04

I put my hands on his shoulders and opened my eyes, and in the dim light in that anonymous hotel room my own father's cock throbbed against my innermost place and I rolled my hips against him, and he pulled away and then pushed in again.

"I'm close Daddy." I whispered.

He grabbed my arm and felt along it, and our fingers intertwined together as we held hands.

He was propped up on one elbow, and his cock was buried in me to the hilt, slowly grinding back and forth as we fucked in a slow steady pace, staring into each other's eyes.

Each of us could feel our own pleasure demanding our attention, while we desperately tried to savor what the other must be experiencing.

He was pulling almost out of me, and then pushing back in, in agonizing slow motion, and my body was shivering with need, my orgasm so close that I decided to give in to it and let it happen so I could think again.

"Faster Daddy." I begged in a soft voice. "Fuck your Babygirl faster so she can cum around your hard cock."

"Shhh," he said, leaning down to kiss my forehead, keeping the steady cock sliding pace he'd been keeping.

I had a sudden picture of a cup being filled, one drip at a time.

Each time he pushed himself into me was one more drip.

Each time he pulled out I moaned.

Each time he pushed in I was one more stroke closer to orgasm.

And each time he pulled out my orgasm floated a millimeter further away.

I wrapped my legs around his thighs and squeezed his hand in my own.

"Feels so fucking good Daddy." I told him, staring into his eyes. "Almost too good."

It was getting hard to breath, as my orgasm inched closer and closer, and I forgot about anything but the steady feeling of heat and pressure in my cunt as his cock massaged me from the inside.

I reached between us with my other hand, and pinched my stiff nipple, and felt something start within me that I'd never felt before.

"Now Daddy?" I moaned. "Now?"

"Just let it happen Babygirl. Nice and slow." He whispered. "When it happens it happens."

He squeezed my hand.

He kissed me softly on the forehead.

His hips rocked against mine in their slow maddening pace that I never wanted to end.

I closed my eyes and swallowed hard, feeling my stomach begin to tighten up, and I squeezed my thighs against him and dug my heels into the back of his knees.

I opened my eyes, and his face was right there, his eyes staring into mine.

"Hold me!" I gasped. "Hold me while it happens Daddy! Please!"

He cock slid through my cunt one more time, and then finally my body could wait no longer for what had become inevitable.

It started like a tiny ball of pleasure behind my clit, that grew and grew and grew until it reached out, still pulsing behind my clit while reaching out to the rest of my body.

Its electric pleasure touched my nipples, my fingers, my g-spot, my anus, my feet, my arms, my ears, and even my tongue as it became more and more consuming and it built more and more and more and more and more, growing in intensity with each second.

Suddenly he pounded his cock into my cunt and pulled it out, and pounded in again, and again, and then I screamed as an orgasm unlike any climax I'd ever imagined wrenched through me.

I bucked beneath him and grunted, feeling my body thrash against his as my own need and pleasure had their way with me.

It went on and on and on, until I was absolutely exhausted, and totally still, except for my cunt clasping and throbbing around his cock.

"So good Daddy." I whimpered. "So good."

He moved his hips, and I flexed myself tight around him, feeling how hard and powerful his cock was inside me.

"You too Daddy." I said into his ear. "I want you to cum."

"I'm close Babygirl." He whispered.

"I want your cum Daddy." I said, rolling my hips under him. "I want you to pump that sticky cum up into me."

"Can you get on top?" He asked. "For a minute?"

"Yes Daddy!" I agreed, pushing at him as he slid off of me.

He rolled over and I got on top of him, grasping his cock with my fingers and lining it up with my dripping snatch.

I pushed my hips forward, and I felt myself sink down on him, his cock filling me with a feeling of total power and contentment.

"Is this how you want to cum Daddy?" I asked him, easing myself up and down on him.

"Yeah," he moaned, "like this if I can."

"Yes Daddy!" I called out, beginning to work myself up and down even faster. "Let yourself cum inside me."

He groaned, and I put my arms on either side of his head and began to fuck my hips up and down, feeling his cock sliding in and out of me.

"Oh Babygirl." He grunted. "Oh fuck yeah."

"Don't hold back Daddy!" I told him. "Pump that load into me!"

He fucked up at me again, and I felt his hands grab my hips as if to keep me from getting away.

"It's gonna!" he screamed through gritted teeth. "It's gonna go!"

"Do it Daddy!" I screamed with him. "Do it now! Fuck me now!"

And suddenly a scalding liquid sensation pulsed into me, as his cum began to pump in great spurts from his cock.

It was hot and slippery, and I felt every throb and drop as it splattered against my insides. I pushed my hips up and down, staring into my Daddy's eyes as his cock spasmed and throbbed inside me.

I slowed my pace, continuing to push myself up and down his cock, feeling his hands stroke along my body as he gasped for breath.

Eventually I felt his cock soften a bit, and I stopped thrusting and sat on him, grinding myself against him as I felt the tickle of his shrinking dick.

"Did you feel it all Babygirl?" he asked.

"Yes Daddy." I said with a smile. "You spilled a lot in me. I loved it."

"Do you like your clit licked afterwards?" he asked.

My heart leapt in my chest.

My Daddy liked playing with cum too!

I slid up his body, leaving a trail of our combined slickness along his belly, and I put my cunt lips on his mouth, grasping the headboard as I felt his tongue push into my sperm filled gash.

He licked and sucked me slowly, building my arousal by pushing his tongue and lips over every inch of my fucked pussy, until at last he slipped my clitoris into his mouth.

His tongue flicked back and forth against it while he sucked hard, and I arched my back and screamed at the ceiling, riding his mouth and feeling myself come inside out as two more orgasms rocketed through me.

At last I fell back on the bed, and he snuggled beside me and softly kissed me.

His lips were salty with his own cum, and I curled my tongue out to taste my own cunt and his jism in his mouth.

We kissed for a long time, and then we lay quietly in the dark, holding each other and enjoying the silence.

With my eyes closed I wondered about just drifting to sleep right here, when I heard his stomach growl.

I giggled.

"Need more to eat Daddy?" I asked in the dark.

"I'm still hungry if you have more for me." He said.

I reached over and felt his cock, soft and sticky with our dried cum all over it.

"Hungry or horny?" I asked.

"Both?" he said. "Mainly hungry. For the moment anyway."

"Me too." I confessed. "Let's clean up and go downstairs and get something to eat."

"Let's just get dressed." He said. "I'm starved."

"At least let's rinse off first." I said. "We'll run out of laundry if we get into anything clean right now. We're both covered with the smell of pussy and sperm."

"You're probably right." He laughed. "I'd forgotten just how messy sex can be. I wish I'd brought a toothbrush."

"Use mine." I told him. "It's in my bag."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"I just licked your sperm out of your mouth, after you licked it out of my pussy, after you pumped it into my pussy." I reminded him. "I think we can share a toothbrush for the night."

I rolled off the bed and grabbed my bag, taking it over by the bathroom to use the light to find my toothbrush.

He got up and pulled the drapes closed and turned on the light, and I went into the bathroom and started the shower, before putting my toothbrush and toothpaste on the sink.

I got in the shower and started rinsing off, and he came in and stood in front of the toilet. Right before he started to pee I knocked on the glass and rolled my finger at him, and he turned a bit so that I could watch.

I didn't enjoy watching him pee as much as he enjoyed having me watch, but I did enjoy his reaction to having me as an audience.

He flushed, washed his hands, brushed his teeth, and got into the shower as I was getting out.

"Take your time." I told him. "I need to get dressed."

I hurried into the bedroom, toweling off, and grabbed my bag.

I pulled on my new panties, and shrugged myself into my new bra, but not before dabbing my nipples with the maroon lipstick. With the bra in place I looked in the mirror, and was pleased that I could see my areolas darkened through the yellow fabric.

I pulled on a pair of jeans and my new t-shirt, and stepped into my shoes as the shower turned off. I pulled my sweatshirt over my head, with my back to him, as he came out of the bathroom drying himself.

"Here are your clothes." I told him, pulling them from my bag and laying them on the bed.

"Thanks for washing them." He said. "I have clean ones at the house but now I won't have to dig them out until tomorrow."

He dressed while I brushed my teeth. When I was done, I stood watching him, and we kept catching each other's eyes while it happened. Finally, he stopped and looked at me.

"Are you okay?" He asked. "With this? With what happened?"

"I'm fine Dad." I told him. "You might know more about my body than I do, so I'm enjoying sharing this with you."

"Well I don't want you to think that I'm....." he trailed off.

"I think you're just fine." I told him. "If you want to stop you can say 'stop' at any time. In the meantime, I want to try some things."

"Like what?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Just some things that I've always been curious about." I said. "Nothing too kinky or weird. Just things I'd be most comfortable trying with someone who knows what they're doing."

"Keep it a mystery then." He said with a grin. "But that's no way to get me turned on for round two tonight."

"Fuck round two." I said, picking up my keys. "If I were you I'd be most worried about rounds six and seven which are due to happen around four a.m."

We laughed and headed downstairs.

The restaurant was fairly empty, with a few couples scattered around, and a few single guys sitting at the bar.

We each ordered a beer while looking over the menu.

By the time the beer came, we were ready. He ordered a chef salad and a plate of vegetables, and I got a turkey club and potato soup.

"On a diet?" I asked him.

"Going to grill tomorrow night." He said. "As long as my water and power end up on. I plan on having a rare burger with all the fixins, so I've been eating careful for a week."

"That's one way to break in the new house." I said with a smile.

"So when do you have to be back at work?" he asked.

We spent the rest of the dinner chatting about my job, and his plans for the house.

"Your Aunt Becky will probably be down sooner or later." He said with a smile. "I already made her a key and she's looked at the place online."

"I don't even have a key yet." I teased him.

"You're not as overprotective of me as she is." He said. "She's always been that way, and even more so over the past few years. You'd never guess she was a year younger than me."

"She loves you." I said. "And she'll be a big help if you let her."

"I hate to say it." He said. "But I should probably get back out to the house tonight. If the power does come on in the middle of the night the alarm will go off. I'd hate to leave that unattended."

"I'll come with you." I said. "We can have a sleepover and then come back here in the morning for showers and coffee."

"You can just drop me off." He said. "No need to stay the night. I have one battery lantern, but there's no lights, and I've only got the one mattress out. I haven't even found sheets for it yet."

"I have a set of sheets in my bag." I said. "I took them with the laundry this morning and they got washed with everything else."

"That saves me a lot of hassle." He said. "Thank you."

"And I don't mind roughing it." I told him with a grin. "If I get cold in the night you can keep me warm."

"There's no running water either." He said quietly. "You'll be giving up indoor plumbing."

I leaned over the table and winked.

"Maybe Daddy will just have to help me balance out in the dark while I tinkle then." I said.

"I won't argue with you." He laughed. "You're welcome of course. I'd like the company. But I won't think less if you opt for the hotel bed. After all you did pay for it."

"I think I got my money's worth already." I said. "And then some."

"Are we putting a price tag on it?" he asked with a devilish grin.

"If we are I need you to know that I'm not done collecting yet." I told him. "Be prepared."

Our meal was finished, and as our server cleared our dishes he asked about dessert or coffee.

"Not for me." I said. "Even though he offered to pay for it."

"I'll get breakfast in the morning." He said. "How's that?"

"As long as it includes sausage that's a deal." I said with a wink.

The server paid us no attention, but my dad might have blushed. I handed the server my credit card, and he returned promptly with my copy of the check.

"Let me run upstairs and grab the sheets and some clothes for the morning." I said. "I'll meet you in the lobby."

"Sounds good." He said.

I left him sitting there to finish his beer and I headed for the room, where I collected my candle, a few hotel towels, and my toothbrush and repacked my bag.

I decided that I'd keep the room an extra day. Even if I left tomorrow, I'd probably want to shower before hitting the road.

I had a sudden flash of Marie in the room with me, and my chest felt tight.

I'd never done anything sexual with another woman before, aside from some kissing in college and a few graphic fantasies over the years. But Marie was exactly the kind of woman I could see myself trying something sexual with.

She was pretty, nice, had a sense of humor, and had seemed more than a little into the idea of me fucking my own father. She'd even mentioned something about her and her mother.

I put the thought aside and headed for the lobby. I stopped at the desk and asked about keeping the room again tomorrow night.

"We're visiting friends who just moved out here, and we might stay with them tonight." I told the overnight desk clerk. "But we'll probably need the room for sure tomorrow too."

"No problem." He said. "I'll reserve it for you, and if you check out before two that will cancel the reservation with no charge."

"I appreciate that." I said. "Do you have any idea where I could get some matches?"

"Would a lighter do?" he asked. "We've got several in the desk here that have been left behind by guests."

"That would be great!" I said. "Thank you."

I pushed the tiny blue lighter in my pocket, and turned to see my dad walking in from the restaurant.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Sure am." He said.

We headed out into the clear and cool night.

"Full moon almost." Dad said.

"Beats driving in the rain." I told him, starting the car.

"Careful through here." He told me. "Lots of deer moving this time of the year."

"Yes Dad." I said, with heavy sarcasm.

"Okay, okay." He said. "I forget how old you are sometimes."

"I'm old enough for all kinds of things." I told him. "Maybe when we get out to the house I'll show you some of them."

In a few minutes we were on the dark road leading to his house.

"Not a lot out here." I said. "Just a few minutes from town and you're fairly secluded."

"Good." He said. "No one to overhear you. I was afraid someone would call the cops back in the hotel."

"Any noises I made this afternoon weren't caused by me." I said. "You were solely responsible."

I glanced at him in the dark car.

"Besides," I asked, "doesn't sound carry out in the country like this?"

"Let's find out." He said, slipping a hand along my thigh.

"Not while I'm driving." I scolded him. "If you need to touch something get that cock out and touch it."

"You're a voyeur aren't you?" he asked.

"I guess I am." I said. "But I've mostly noticed that urge with you."

"It's different isn't it?" he asked. "Doing something so new with someone you know so well."

"It is." I agreed. "It's different, but it's also nice."

I paused in the dark car, slowing down to look for his mailbox.

"I wasn't really kidding though." I said. "If you want to take it out I won't mind."

"That kind of talk could make me hard." He whispered. "We're there if you need to see it so bad. We'll just have to find the lantern."

I parked and got out, and as we closed the doors I saw a flashlight click on in his hand. He must have brought it with him earlier.

He started for the house.

"Hey." I said.

He turned back towards me.

"Yes?"

I grinned in the dark.

"If it's really hard show me." I said.

"Well not totally." He said. "Not at this exact moment out in the yard."

"That's too bad." I said, walking past him. "I've always wanted to play with a hard cock out in the fresh air. And I am feeling voyeuristic at the moment."

He laughed, and then followed me onto the porch and unlocked the door. We went in, and he found the lantern in the kitchen and put it on the living room floor next to the bed. I pulled the sheets out of my bag and spread them on the mattress.

He opened a box that had been sitting on the couch and dumped out two pillows and some blankets.

"Cozy" I smiled.

I took the candle out and lit it, setting it on the floor away from the mattress.

"A candle. Some moonlight. A mattress." I said. "It's nearly perfect."

"If you'll allow me to step onto the back porch a moment." He said.

"For what?" I asked. "Do you have a generator out there?"

"No." he said. "I'm going to pee off the back porch."

"Nope." I said. "Front porch. Come here."

I picked up the candle and we went out onto the front deck. It went around the whole house, with some built in benches, and a wide railing all the way around, interrupted only by a set of steps on each of the four sides of the house.

I took him to the side of the house overlooking the woods and set the candle on the railing and took his hand and guided him to the edge of the deck.

I had him lean against the railing, and I unzipped his pants and used my fingers to pull his cock out into the night air. I laid it carefully on one of the wooden cross slats making up the railing. Its tip pointed out into the yard.

"Go ahead." I whispered. "But don't put it away when you're done."

"Okay." He said softly.

We stood that way for a few moments, holding hands in the near total darkness, and listening to breeze through the trees. Suddenly he let out a deep breath and I heard a stream of liquid splatter out into the yard.

It went on much longer than I thought it would, and then it slowed, and then finally after a few more splashes into the dew wet grass, stopped.

I reached over and placed a finger on it.

"Not hard." I whispered.

"It's hard to pee with an erection." He said softly.

"I didn't know that." I whispered. "But at least you can do other stuff with 'em when they get hard."

I traced my finger along his shaft in the dark, and it felt a bit thicker than it had a moment earlier.

"It's getting thicker." I whispered, pinching it between two fingers.

"Careful." He said. "I don't want any splinters from the porch."

"Turn around." I told him.

He did, and I stood next to him, looking out into the darkness, and slowly petting his cock with my fingers. Little by little it felt heavier and thicker, until I could definitely tell it was stiffening up.