d the asking. I like to take charge, but in this case I would have never asked out the daughter of a client, and she knew it so she did the asking.
I couldn't refuse. I didn't normally date black women, but it didn't matter where she was concerned. She was everything I ever wanted in a woman. She was intelligent, direct, bold, and very beautiful. I couldn't help but to say yes, and I spent the rest of our days together in wedded happiness.
Watching her fade, whither, and eventually pass away was the hardest thing I had ever done, and I don't ever think anything could be any harder. I felt like my soul was being ripped to shreds with every pound that she lost, and every day that passed bringing her death one day closer.
After she passed my daughter and I took two weeks. We went to my bosses cabin and spent most of the time wrapped in each others arms drenching ourselves in our tears. We barely ate, rarely showered, and didn't leave the comfort of the bedroom unless we had to. We just curled up and mourned her mother's passing.
After she did finally pass we both did our best to try and get on with our lives. I focused mainly on work, and she concentrated on school. Nothing was the same though. We didn't laugh as much, especially at first, but even after six months it still seemed like something was missing. We both knew what that something was even though we didn't talk about it. Neither one of us ever said her name out loud, and whenever anyone else did neither one of us could hold back our tears. It was like losing her all over again.
It took me quite a while before I even realized that my relationship with my daughter was changing, and it was these changes, once I realized that they were there that prompted me to consider dating again.
I was used to seeing Kata as a girl and not a young woman. She was fifteen, and the reality was that she wasn't a little girl anymore. She was, in fact, a young woman. I was her father though, and of course I wanted her to be a little girl forever. Girl's are always special in there father's hearts, and dad's never wanted to picture their daughters growing up. We never want them to date, no matter how nice the guy is, and we especially don't want to think of them giving their virginity away.
The changes hit me one morning when Kata came into the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. It wasn't the coffee that woke me up though. She had been progressing in that direction for quite some time.
I had just finished making my own cup, and hadn't even walked away from the pot yet. She came up kissed me on the lips, (just a peck of course), made her cup, but then leaned into me. I, out of habit, put my arm around her and started caressing her stomach.
That's when it hit me.
The past year flashed before me in an instant, starting from our two weeks of mourning, the way we cuddled up that entire time, then two afterward. The long hugs, the pats on the buttocks, the kisses on the cheek, that turned into pecks on the lips, and the way that when we were together, she was almost always in some kind of constant contact with me. In a sense I had become her boy friend, and in a mostly platonic way, she was my girl friend. I was going to have to change that.
This transition had happened so slowly that it had never really occurred to me. I had replaced my wife with my daughter. We weren't having sex or anything like that, but for all intensive purposes I was getting the intimacy that I used to get from her mom, from her.
It was time to start dating. If I needed that kind of intimacy than I needed to get it from somewhere else. It wasn't fair for me to get that from her. I had to make a change.
I ended the embrace and with that, grabbed my cell, and hit Vivian's number in my phone.
“Hey Vivian,” I said. “Was wondering if. Uh,” I stumbled. It had definitely been a while since I asked someone out, but she helped me out immensely.
“Of Course Thomas. I will be at your place at seven.”
“You know what I was going to ask,”
“Sure. You wanted me to take out your garbage, and mow the lawn right?”
“Huh,” I said. Very confused.
“Relax muffin head. You are asking me out right?”
“Yeah. Of course.”
“Okay then. I will be there at seven.”
I was proud of myself as I clicked end on the phone. I hadn't handled the invite very well, but that wasn't the point. I had made the call, and she had accepted. That was all that mattered.
Kata's reaction wasn't what I expected either. After I got off of the phone she asked what that was about. I told her and she gave me a dirty look and left. Stomping as she did it.
I had actually made my daughter jealous.
Vivian arrived five minutes early and my jaw about hit the floor when I opened the door.
My jaw hit the floor when I opened the door. It took a second for it to even hit me who I was looking at.
At work Vivian was all professional. She was a career woman, in a business world, and she dressed the part. Her work attire was feminine, but tasteful. She showed nothing that could be deemed offensive to anyone.
The creature that rang my doorbell looked like Vivian, but if I didn't see it with my own eyes I would not have believed it. The dress that she wore could barely be considered a dress. It looked more like something that you would see on an adult video.
The blouse of the dress, to me, looked more like a silk vest, but it didn't close all the way. As a matter of fact it wasn't even close. Vivians nipples were barely covered and the flaps of the vest were strung together by a series of golden chains. Her entire stomach was exposed to the cool night air, and her nipples were as hard as a rock.
The skirt portion of the dress was shorter than I would have thought possible. I couldn't imagine her being able to sit down without giving a show to anyone that wanted to look.
I knew that Vivian put a lot of effort into working out, but the way I was used to seeing her dress I would have never guess that she was built as solidly as she was. She was 31, but she looked 21. There wasn't an ounce of fat on her accept for her well developed D-sized breasts.
As soon as I got there Vivian said hi, looked passed me and ushered by me to greet Kata. My daughter was just as surprised to see Vivians state of dress as I was. The girl didn't say a word. All she was capable of was a series of “uh huhs and yes's.
As soon as she could break away though Kata shot me a dirty look, and left the room with a huff. I tried to say good night, but she didn't respond.
Vivian and I made our way out to my car. I opened the door, and just as I suspected I was treated to a nice show as she sat down. Vivian made no attempt to prevent me from seeing her panty-less crotch. Her shaved pussy looked absolutely inviting, and I could feel my testosterone pulse through my veins. I had a strong urge to take her right there in my drive way. Forget who would see, and forget what the neighbors would think.
I went around to the other side of the car, got in, and pulled away.
It had been a long time since I had dated, and I felt like an idiot within a few short minutes.
“So,” she said. “Where are you taking me?”
I stumbled and started. I had made no plans. I felt like such an idiot.
Vivian had a sense of humor about it though. She laughed, pulled out her phone, and within a minute had reservations at La' Grange. The most exclusive restaurant in the city. She obviously had connections that I didn't even dream of.
The valet at the restaurant took my car and we walked up to the restaurant. There were a few people outside waiting for their cars to be pulled up, and every single eye was on Vivian. The guys drooled, and the women steamed. Vivian ate it up. She looked good, and she knew she looked good. Good in a slutty way, but very good indeed.
The testosterone was pumping through me again, and I almost felt like I was on a high. Just knowing that I was walking into the restaurant arm in arm with Vivian while she was dressed this way was putting me into the mood to fuck and fuck hard. I loved the idea of knowing what every straight guy in the restaurant was going to want to do to my date, and I loved knowing that I was going to be the only guy in the room that had the chance.
We were sat in the center of the room. We both ordered a salad, and wine was brought without our even asking. Apparently the waiter knew exactly what she wanted.
I couldn't help but to notice how difficult a time everyone was having at not gawking at her. I was having a difficult time looking her in the eye. I just kept wondering how she could possibly sit there in this crowded room with so much of herself exposed to the world. Literally half of her breasts were out in the open.
“So,” Vivian said, looking me straight in the eye when she said it. “Which of us do you think will get the promotion?”
This was something that I hadn't even considered when I decided to call Vivian.
It wasn't just a bad idea to date someone that you worked with, but in this case, someone that I worked closely with, and was in direct competition with. What the hell was I thinking.
“Let's not talk business, Vivian. I don't know about you but I am here to have a good time.”
“Yeah you are right,” she conceded. “It's just been on my mind a lot lately. You know Norman called me earlier and said he was going to drop by and give me his decision. He said normally he would wait til Monday, but he wants the person he chooses to head up a meeting first thing in the morning, and he wants that person to have at least a few hours to prepare.”
“Yeah,” he said. “He gave me the same speech.”
“So what time is he coming to your place?” She asked me.
I knew why she was asking too. Which ever one he was promoting would be the last to be visited. He would consult the loser first, get the bad news out of the way, and then head to the other persons house. It's just the way that he operated, and we both new that.
I wasn't sure if I wanted to tell her. I didn't know if I could stand sitting here with her for the rest of the night if I found out that he was coming to my place first, and I was sure that if it was her that was first she would probably feel the same way.
Already this date was turning out to be a flop. I was sitting here with the sexiest woman in the room, and I was as flaccid as flaccid could be.
It was really strange. I had never encountered anything like this before. Here I was feeling a high degree of sexual adrenaline and yet, at the same time, I wasn't aroused. I sat there watching Vivian's lips move, but in my mind I was thinking about what she was wearing and wondering who she really was. She definitely wasn't the woman that I thought she was. It was almost like she had some kind of secret life.
It was almost like she played two different roles on two different television series. On the day series she was a career woman that dressed professionally, and was all business. On the night series though she was a very elegant and tasteful slut. There is no way that this woman didn't put out, and something told me that she put out a lot.
It wasn't a turn off though. Kata's mom was conservative in the bedroom. If there was one complaint that I had about her it was that. She was a missionary only type of girl. I had on many occasions, and in many different ways, tried to get her to spice things up a bit.
I tried role playing, asking her questions about fantasies, I even went as far as to offer her free passes. She showed no interest.
The idea of having this woman sitting in front of me that would most definitely be willing to try pretty much anything, at least in my mind, was hot. I didn't think there would too much of anything that she wouldn't do. I couldn't imagine that a three-some was out of the question, and she might even go further than yet.
And there I sat with a softy. Life really sucked sometimes.
We talked and ate. We both tried desperately to make interesting conversation, but the truth was that outside of work we didn't seem to have anything in common. Our viewpoints seemed to be different on everything.
Neither one of us seemed willing to give up though. That we did have in common.
After dinner the waiter brought me the check, and I paid it. I noticed that Vivian had turned in her chair, and was facing toward a table to my left. There were four guys sitting there. I had overheard some of their conversation and they were their celebrating the engagement of one of the men.
I watched with curiosity. I knew Vivian was up to something by her demeanor. She had suddenly become quiet. Up until that point she hadn't stopped talking for a minute. All four of the men to my left seemed to be focused on her.
With the check paid I decided to stand and see if I could figure out what was going on. When I did I wasn't really surprised to see that Vivian was giving them a show. Her pussy was in plain view. She had even spread her legs a little so they got a good view.
When I stood all four guys gave me a guilty glance. I gave them a smile, extended my arm out to my date, and walked out with her.
The valet brought us our car, and Vivian suggested a hotel. Of course I took her up on it.
When we got to the room Vivian didn't waste any time. She was all over me. The problem was that I just couldn't get into it. I was standing there with a gorgeous woman in my arms, my tongue in her mouth, and yet I felt nothing. I was numb from the waste down.
That's when it happened.
My mind switched to Kata. The way she was first jealous, then disappointed. I saw her stomping off before I left for my date, and my heart ached. Then I pictured all of the times when I had Kata in my arms, mostly just for intimacy, it had never been sexual, but it had felt good. I loved my daughter immensely. I pictured the times that I had patted her butt in appraisal, and the way that she always smiled at me when I did.
But I didn't stop there.
I wondered what Kata would do if my intentions ever became, how should I say it...
Not so innocent.
What would she do if I made a move on her.
How would she react.
My mind immediately went to work providing an answer.
I saw myself massaging her tight little ass, and kissing her with my tongue. I know I should have put those thoughts out of my mind, but I couldn't.
What hadn't been happening with Vivian, started to happen with thoughts of Kata.
That's when I knew it for sure.
I was with the wrong woman.
When Vivian started trying to undress me I stopped her. I let her know that it just wasn't going to happen. I didn't want to face the embarrassment of trying to stuff a marshmallow into the slot of a piggy bank, and I knew that was the way it was going to be.
She seemed very disappointed, and I didn't blame her. I apologized and started to head out.
She stopped me as my hand was turning the knob of the door.
“Wait,” she said. “I have to know.”
“Know what?” I asked her.
“What time is he supposed to be at your house?”
“Five thirty,” I told her.
She didn't say a word.
She just smiled, that was all I needed to see. The promotion was hers.
I opened the door and started headed out. My heart was heavy with the news I had just gotten. Vivian was going to be the new head of marketing. Come Monday morning she would be my new boss, and I couldn't believe it.
I headed down the hallway, and nearly bumped into the four suited gentlemen that Vivian had given the show to not thirty minutes prior.
“Room 324 gentlemen,” I said. “She is primed and ready.”
The four guys gave a nervous look, and then busted out laughing. I watched as they went to the door, knocked, and were invited in. Vivian poked her head out to see me standing there. She winked at me and her head disappeared back into the room. I almost wished I was in the mood to go back in and watch.
I got back to the house with my heart in my stomach. My mind kept trying to wrap around having Vivian as my new boss, but it wasn't working. I dreaded seeing Vivian again on Monday. In my mind my manhood was gone. I had failed to perform with a barely dressed knockout, that pretty much threw herself at me. That same woman was now going to be my boss. Could it get any worse?
I set my keys in the key tray, went to the fridge, and grabbed a well deserved beer. I headed for the living room. What I saw there stopped me dead in my tracks.
Kata was standing in front of the full length mirror from my bedroom. It was mounted on a stand, and she had brought it out and was looking at herself in it. She hadn't heard me come in, because she was wearing her headphones, and jamming to music that I couldn't hear.
It was her outfit that was so shocking. I was used to seeing her dressed conservatively. Dressed like a young girl. Her outfit was definitely out of her realm of normal. She was wearing a silk nighty. I recognized it, seeing it on her mother on many occasions, and nothing else.
The angle of the mirror allowed me a view of her, but denied her an easy view of me. The front of the nighty was cut similarly to the outfit that Vivian had worn. It made me wonder if that is why she had chosen it. Her young and firm breasts were nearly out in the open, and her gorgeous chocolate brown legs were exposed all the way up to the bottom of her rump. My first instinct was to grab something and cover her.
I didn't though. I watched her for a few moments as she swayed back and forth to the music that played in her ears. For the first time in my life I realized what a beautiful young and vibrant woman that I had a part in bringing to life.
I decided that I was going to at least try it. If Kata rejected my advances then our relationship would be ruined forever. I didn't think she would though. My instincts said that Kata wanted this as bad as I did.
I walked up behind her.
She jumped when she saw me, and did her best to cover herself.
“Daddy! What are you doing? I am almost naked!”
“Sorry sweetie,” I said. “I'm sorry. But you do look beautiful you know.”
I wasn't lying, and I didn't want her to be ashamed.
She blushed, and hung her head low.
“Daddy,” she said. “Would you dance with me?”
My date with Vivian had went horribly. I had realized earlier that I wanted to, once again, have a woman in my arms. My daughter wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I made that decision, but my longing to be close to someone hadn't abated. I went to Kata, grabbed an arm, and wrapped another around her waist.
“Wait,” she said. “I'll turn on the stereo.”
She broke the embrace, and put on a cd. I didn't recognize it, because is was something from her generation. I really should make more of an effort to understand what she like, and I noted that.
Then she came back to me and put her arms around my neck. It was a little awkward for me. I couldn't deny that. She was my daughter. She was scantily dressed, and she was dancing with me like a lover not a daughter. I would have been much more comfy with my hand holding one of hers, in a more formal way, but I went along with it.
The smell of coconut drifted up to my nose, and I did love the way that her feminine shape felt against me. We both swayed in time to the music, and I was impressed by how well she matched my movements.
It reminded me of dancing with her mother, but not because of the similarity. It was the difference that made an impression on me. Dancing with Kata's mom had always been more like a struggle for power. As the man I wanted to lead. I expected her to let me, but she never would. Her unwillingness to give in to my lead always made dancing a chore, and not a pleasure.
Kata was different though. We moved in perfect time together, and no matter how quickly I changed direction or altered my movements somehow she was able to match it. She gave herself to me completely, and I loved her for it.
She must have read my mind because she said, “I love you daddy.”
“I love you too, Kata,” I returned, and then I let my hand drift a little further down. Enough so that I could begin to feel the rise of her buttocks.
“Wait. How come you are home so early?”
I knew she would ask that eventually and I dreaded having to make the admission.
“I don't know sweetie. There just wasn't any chemistry.”
“Really. I thought you really liked her. I saw how you were looking at her.”
It didn't really surprise me that Kata had noticed that. It was probably the reason that she was wearing this outfit. She liked the idea of being noticed.
“I did a little I guess, but the truth is that I think I like someone else more.”
“It's a surprise sweetie,” I said. And I meant every word.
“Come on,” she begged. “Please tell me.”
“All I will say is that I think you really like her. As a matter of fact I am pretty sure that she is your favorite person in the whoooole world.”
“I know her?”
“Yep,” I joked. “You know her very well.”
“Tell me. I just gotta know who it is.”
Her tone of voice said that she was pretty sure who I was talking about. At least she was hoping that she was right.
Kata put her head on my chest and we continued to dance. That's when it got really awkward for me.
Maybe it was the way she was dressed. Maybe it was her smell, or the way she felt. Most likely though it was the way she just gave herself to me, and my realization and what I knew I was going to do. No matter what the cause was though the result was an erection. I could feel myself grow against her stomach.
Kata was aware of the development as it was happening. As soon as it started to happen I could feel her body tense a little. At first she made a little more of a gap in between us, which settled my conscience a little.
After just a few seconds though she was pressed back against me. I wasn't sure what to do about it. I didn't want to move too fast.
I chose to just ignore it. I was enjoying this time with her and I didn't want to let it go. I leaned in a little closer and embraced her more fully. I loved Kata, the way she felt, the way she danced, and the way she smelled.
“Daddy can I ask you something?”
“Sure honey,” I responded. “Go ahead.”
“Am I doing that to you?”
At first I didn't know what she was talking about, but she kind of wiggled her stomach and pressed it up against me, and I got the picture.
“Oh, sorry,” I said, and I started to pull away.
She pulled me back in.
“It's okay. I kind of like the fact that I made it big. Please don't pull away. Just keep it there. Okay?”
Her admission made me harder faster. I became fully erect and I pressed it into her more fully.
I put a hand on each of her hips, and ground up a gainst her a little. I was a little conflicted about what was going on, but at the same time I was loving the way my prick felt up against her. Just knowing that she wanted to feel it hard was turning me on. I could feel her muscles tighten and relax as she moved with the music. Kata had a small and muscular ass and I had an overwhelming desire to cup her butt cheeks in my hands.
I didn't think about it I just did it. I didn't even give myself a chance to talk myself out of it. I cupped her butt cheeks in my hands and gently squeezed and rubbed them. She cooed against my chest.
She tensed up for a second in my arms, but she didn't protest.
My heart began racing in my chest, and I could feel that hers was too. I knew that I should stop what I was doing and apologize, but I just didn't want to. Kata was letting me do this and as wrong as I knew that it was there was just too much of me that wanted her to let me do this, and even more.
The silky nighty transferred her body heat and I loved the way that her ass felt in my hands. Kata looked up at me, and without even thinking about it...
I kissed her.
Not a fatherly peck on the lips. I parted my mouth, and she followed suit, and our tongues danced too.
I couldn't believe that I was actually french kissing my daughter, but there I was with my tongue in her mouth. An hour earlier I was failing to perform with a gorgeous, sexy colleague. I had went completely numb downstairs, and I just wasn't feeling anything. Here I was now having all of the feelings that I wanted to have earlier, but with my teenaged daughter.
I knew I should be fighting it, but I couldn't. It just felt too good. Too right. Instead I broke away from her mouth and started on her neck. Kata moaned with pleasure as I kissed and nibbled her there. The more she moaned the more soaked with passion I became.
I lifted her and she followed my lead wrapping her legs around my waist. I pinned her against the closest wall and ground my crotch against hers.
“Oh god daddy. I can't believe that we are doing this.”
“Do you like it though?” I asked.
“Yes. I do Daddy! I have wanted to for so long.”
“You like making out with your daddy?”
“Yes. Kiss me again,” She begged.
I did. My dick throbbed like a bomb waiting to explode.
“Do you want me to stop.”
She didn't answer right away. I humped myself up against her while she was pinned to the wall, and I sucked on her neck again.
“No daddy. Please don't stop. I love it.”
“Are you sure?” I asked her, and I kissed her neck again.
She moaned into my ear.
“God daddy that feels so fucking good. I want it in me.”
That was all I could stand. I lowered her to the floor, and tore the nighty off of her.
I think it scared her a little at first, but her look went quickly from fear to passion. She got a determined look on her face, grabbed my head and brought it to her chest.
Her nipple felt tiny in my mouth but I nibbled it, and sucked it in and out of my mouth.
“Fuck Daddy!!! That feels soooo good.”
If she liked that she was gonna love this.
I went further south and flicked her clit with my tongue.
“Mmm mmm mmm mmm mm,” she said as my tongue danced back and forth across her tender spot.
She spread her legs more and parted her lips for me. I dove in with my tongue and lapped up her juices as they leaked out of her tender young pussy.
She tasted sweet, with only that slight womanly flavor. Her taste was perfect. She tasted better than any woman I have ever pleasured before. I stuck my tongue inside of her, and felt her hymen resisting me.
I was glad to know that she was still a virgin. I wanted to be her first. There was just something incredibly erotic to me knowing that I was about to take my daughters virginity. I wasn't going to do it yet though. I wasn't done enjoying her.
I licked her up and down, and enjoyed the way that she reacted. She squirmed and squealed.
“OH MY GOD. Daddy, yes!!! Lick it. It's okay daddy, I love you licking me.”
I stopped for a second. I felt like a total pervert, but I was loving it.
“You want your daddy to lick your pussy?”
She looked down at me. For the first time I didn't see my daughter as such an innocent little girl. She had a sly look on her face.
“Yes daddy. I do. I have wanted you to do this for sooo long.”
She shook her head yes.
“You have thought about this before?”
She nodded yes again.
“You have been having dirty thoughts about your daddy?”
“Mmmhmm,” she admitted.
My dick got a little harder.
“Ask me to do it.”e
She didn't hesitate. She was immediately on the same page.
“Please daddy lick my pussy,” she demanded.
I did it too. I bathed her virgin pussy with my tongue. Before long my dick began to beg me for release.
I wanted her to see it. I even wanted to see it in her mouth.
I got up and straddled her, unzipped my fly and let myself out.
She didn't hesitate. As soon as I was out in the open she took it in her mouth.
She teased around my head with her tongue and as much as I wanted to wait I came immediately.
I shot four ropes of come into her mouth. She gagged a little, and some drizzled out onto her chin, but she coped, swallowing as much as she could.
“Good girl,” I told her.
I bent down and kissed her again. I could taste myself, but I didn't care. I positioned myself in her opening, and pushed in tearing her hymen. She moaned a deep moan.
“Oh God daddy. Oh fuck yes daddy! You feel so good. So big. Fuck me! Daddy fuck me please!” she begged.
I started fucking her slowly at first. I could feel her clenching me too tightly and I didn't want to hurt her. I let her get used to having me inside of her, and as she got the hang of it I quickened the pace.
She felt so tight wrapped around me. Her pussy felt smooth and wet. I gazed into her eyes, and she looked back into mine. I think I really could see into her soul, and I hoped that she was experiencing the same thing.
“I love you daddy,” she said.
“I love you to sweetie,” I answered.
I humped into her, and as she got the hang of it she humped back into me. We were fucking each other now, and I could feel her gripping me at the right times. It wouldn't be long and she would be fucking me like a pro.
I came again into her. I knew that I shouldn't because we had never even talked about contraception let alone get any. If it was the right time then she would get pregnant. I didn't care about that though. If it happened it happened.
I didn't stop though. I had never been able to go more than twice before, but I couldn't stop. I never wanted this to end, and I just wanted to keep doing it. I wanted to keep being inside of my daughter. To make love to her. To feel her wrapped around me.
We made love three more times before we both passed out.
I woke up lying next to her in my bed. I don't know how we got there. Everything was kind of foggy after the third time. I got so drunk with passion.
I did know this though. There were many passionate nights ahead of us both.