I played the little girl card, I said, “Awe, daddy doesn’t want a drink with his daughter, only those corporate guys?” He smiled and took a sip, then another, then another until it was gone. I ordered another round, he told me not to, but I did anyway. He was pretty drunk by the time we finished dinner. I wanted him so bad at the moment I decided to push the envelope. I said, “Can I ask you something? When was the last time you had sex, was it before mom died?”
He looked at me through very glassy eyes and said, “Kind of a personal question, isn’t it? How would you like me to ask you that?” I knew right then and there; he was going to play along with me.
I said, “I’ll tell you; I don’t care. It’s been about a year if you don’t count masturbating, but if you do, then it’s only been about 2 hours.”
His stared at me for a few seconds then he said, “2 hours? when I was in my meeting?”
I said, you’re changing the subject, you didn’t answer my question, when was the last time?” Then I added, “and no, not when you were in your meeting, when you were sleeping on the sofa.”
He continued to look at me until finally a smile crept across his face. He said, “Yes, not since mom was alive.” Then he said in an indignant voice, “When I was sleeping?”
I just laughed and admitted, “ok, both, when you were in your meeting and when you were napping.”
He said, “boy, you have some appetite.” I didn’t bother to tell him about when I first got there in the big fluffy bed. I got him to tell me a little about his and moms sex life, things like how often, and who was the aggressor, thinks like that. I finally asked, “Did mom ever let you watch her masturbate?”
He stopped for a second then said, “Boy, how personal are you going to get?”
I said, “come on, we’re both grown ass adults, answer that and then you can ask me anything you want.” He gave me crooked half-drunk smile then told me that it was his favorite thing to do with mom and she happily agreed on most nights. I said, “Mmmm, sounds like I got my sex drive from you two. Go ahead, ask me anything, you earned it.” He told me he didn’t want to, so I said, “Ask me, come on, I’m eager to share with you. What do you want to know, my fantasies, how often I have sex, my favorite position, what?” Then I casually took a sip of my drink.
His answer almost made me spit out my drink, he said, “All of those.”
After pretending to choke I said, “Well, that took a turn I didn’t see coming.” then I said, “ok in order, my fantasy is to have someone watch me masturbate, I haven’t had sex in a while, and my favorite position is doggystyle, now you know.” He just looked at me like he was still processing what I said. I laughed and said, “see, I’m not shy when it comes to sex, it’s a natural thing.” He just shook his head back and forth in a “I can’t believe you said that” sort of way. I said, “ok, time to go back to the room, I think I need to take another shower, I put the shower in finger quotes. He just smiled and new what I meant.
We got back to the room, dad staggering all the way. He said he was going to take a shower, and I watched as he stumbled into the bathroom. I was actually a little worried he might fall, but a few minutes later he came out wrapped in a towel. The thing that he didn’t seem to notice was that the opening of the towel was in the front, and I had a clear view of his junk, which was damn impressive. I found a reason to talk for a couple of minutes so I could keep steeling quick looks at his manhood. I convinced him to go into the bed instead of the sofa by explaining that we were both adults and nobody would know. He made his way there and passed out pretty quick. I needed to masturbate again so I headed to the shower. I was washing up under the warm water when I decided that I wasn’t going to masturbate in there, I was going to do it in the bedroom. I finished up, put on a bra and skimpy panties.
I walked back into the room wearing only my underwear and slid into the bed next to my father. I laid on my back, slid my hand into my panties and slowly started to rub my clit. I could smell his clean manly scent, and it was making me even hornier than I already was. My finger found my lips and they were very wet. in fact, so wet, I could hear the wetness as I played. I was very content playing with myself lying next to daddy, and I could have done it all night long. I was getting so horny because my mind was racing with the thoughts of fucking my father. I got a little brazen, so I threw the sheets off and laid there with my hand in my pants playing with myself. I was really relaxed and feeling good when the “bad girl” in me hit again. I slid my panties halfway down my legs, opened my knees and laid there playing spread eagle. All it would take is for my father to open his eyes and I was caught.
Instead of feeling satisfied, laying here like this was making me even hornier. I couldn’t get him out of my mind. I looked over at him as I played with my pussy, and all I wanted to do was kiss him. Don’t forget, we’re only 16 years apart, so if he wasn’t my father, fucking him would be no big deal. I couldn’t take it anymore, I slid my panties all the way off, unhook my bra and laid next to him naked without any covers. I really wanted him to see me like this, but didn’t want to scare him away. I didn’t have to wait long because I guess all the moving around must have woken him up. I looked at him and his eyes were open, and he was looking right at me. His eyes connected with mine and he just looked at me.