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Chapter 37 - New Skills

"Thanks for picking us up, Mike."

"You're quite welcome, Beth."

"Hi, Daddy."

"Hey, Kathy."

Our pleasantries exchanged, we rode the few kilometres to Mike and Kathy's house.

Inside the house was filled with the aroma of another great Mike meal. "Oh, wow, that smells great!" I said. Mike just smiled.

I hadn't realised I was hungry, but now I was. Mike said it would be about half an hour to dinnertime, so Kathy and I went up to her bedroom.

"I have something to tell you, Kathy."

"Again? Now what?"

"Well, I devised another plan with the camera while I am over here tonight."

"Oh, really? Do tell."

"Did I tell you that I once saw him with a porn video?"

"No."

"Well I did, a few weeks ago. Which is fine because Daddy is alone and I figured he masturbated even before we caught him on video. So today I searched the house and found his box of videos. And guess what?"

"I have no idea."

"They are all young girl videos. Not underage, because it said the models were all 18, but dressed to look younger and they looked like they were all with older 'daddy' types. The one that I picked to look at was called Sweet Little Girls."

"Yeah, and?"

"I popped it into the DVD player, and in the previews, all the girls had little tits like mine. So I watched the first video, and it showed licking and sucking and fucking."

"Yeah, well that's what porn is."

"Yes, but get this. When the guy cums, he yells, "Oh Cindy, ride me. Ride my hard cock."

"What's unusual about that?"

"Well, this morning, I was about to knock on Daddy's bedroom door to remind him that I was coming over here tonight, so I wouldn't be seeing him after work. I heard him moaning, so I didn't knock. I figured he was masturbating, which was OK. But then he cried out, 'Oh Beth, ride me. Ride my hard cock.' Exactly what's on the porn video, except with my name."

Kathy was silent and thought a minute, then said, "Um, yeah, wow. Probably not a coincidence."

"Yeah, so that's another thing that makes me know that he wants me. So I set up the camera to record his favourite TV chair tonight. If he watches a porn, and I hope he picks that one, I'll see what he does.

"Oh, and I had a pair of knickers with my juice on it from when I visited Sylvia. I put the knickers at the base of his chair, hoping he will sniff it and know it's my scent."

"You really are becoming a modern-day Sherlock Holmes!" Kathy said.

"Well, we will see if he does it."

"Dinnertime!" Mike yelled up.

"Okay, Daddy."

We went down and had another of Mike's amazing meals. So tasty. I complimented him on it. Afterwards, Kathy and I cleaned up the dishes and found Mike in the lounge room. "Beth, Kathy tells me that the last time you were here, you saw me watching a video that she and I had made."

I blushed beet red. "Um, yes, sorry."

"No need to apologise. We love making videos sometimes. Would you like to see another one? You can say no if you want, it's Okay."

"Oh, wow. Um, I'm not sure."

"Okay. No problem."

I paused. "Well, if you don't mind," I said.

"Of course not. Kathy, why don't you pick one and start it. Now these aren't high-quality videos like the porn films, but they aren't too bad. We don't bother with fake plots, we just get into it straight away."

Kathy started it on the TV. She and Mike were lying in bed, naked. He was licking her nipples and pressing on her pussy. They proceeded pretty much like she and I had done, until Kathy said, "Fuck me, Daddy, from behind."

Kathy got on all fours. Mike's cock wasn't completely hard, so he stroked it several times until it was hard enough. Then he carefully slid it into her pussy, which was wet from his licking.

Kathy moaned. Wow, that must feel good. I liked the vibrator, but a cock would have more feel to it, from what I could tell.

"Mmmm fuck me slowly, Daddy." So Mike did. I could see the cock slide out almost all the way, and then all the way back in. "Oh, yes, just like that." He kept that up for about a minute.

"Okay Daddy, now push all the way in and hold." Kathy reached down with a hand and started rubbing her clit. She was moaning, and soon said, "Ohhh Daddy, feel my pussy cum around your hard cock."

"Oh yes, baby, I feel your pussy clamping down on my cock. Oh baby, that feels so good," Mike shouted.

"Now fuck me hard and fast, Daddy. Squirt your cum deep inside me." And as Kathy commands, others obey. He pounded her pussy with his hard cock and soon gasped several times.

Finally, he pushed and held his cock all the way in again. After a few seconds, he pulled out, and the camera moved in close to see Kathy's pussy from behind, his cum dripping from it.

Just then, I realised that I was rubbing my pussy hard. Kathy was also, and Mike had actually pulled his cock out of his pants and was stroking it slowly. That video was so much hotter than the porn video I'd watched, because I knew it was real sex from people who wanted it.

"Wow that was hot. I want to fuck my Daddy, but I've never been with a guy," I said.

Kathy and Mike just smiled at me and kept rubbing and stroking.

"I hope to have a first time fucking with my Daddy, but I want to be good at making him feel good. Mike, can I practice on you?" I couldn't believe I just said that, but it sounded like a good idea.

Mike said, "Sure!" Kathy said to come over and kneel by where Mike was sitting. She gave me instructions on how to tease a cock to hardness with my hands, lick the balls to make the cock throb, stroke it and then suck it.

"Bob up and down, just on the head for a while. That makes him hot. Then take as much as you can into your mouth and throat, but be careful not to gag." I tried that.

After a minute, Kathy said, "Wow you are a natural. Now pull off a second and listen. A guy loves deep throat - when his cock is almost totally inside you. It's not easy though, you have to make sure you breathe through your nose and relax your throat, then very slowly move down over it, bit by bit. Don't try doing it all at once."

I tried it, and gagged on the first try. "Relax your throat, and go slowly, and not too far." I tried again, and got about two-thirds of his cock in. "Wow, way to go that's great," Kathy said. Mike was just grunting, so I assume he was enjoying himself.

I pulled up and took several deep breaths before thinking about relaxing my throat. I slid down slowly, little by little. It was easier now, and I kept going. "Oh my god," Mike yelled. One more push and my lips were on his pubic hair, so I figured I was pretty much there. I was getting out of breath, so I had to pull off.

"How was that?" I asked. Kathy said that I had gotten almost all of Mike's cock in. She had never seen a first-timer do so well.

"You're a natural," Mike said, "Your dad is going to be one very happy man!" I smiled.

"Okay, now how do I make you cum?"

Kathy explained it was just a matter of doing a variety of everything I had done. "When he sounds ready, you can stroke his cock fast with your hands while sucking on his head up and down. That usually does it."

I tried that, and it seemed like forever, but Mike started moaning really loudly, so I stroked his cock fast with my mouth over the head. Soon I was rewarded with a mouthful of cum.

I kept it in my mouth until he quit squirting, then like Kathy had in the video I saw, I opened my mouth and showed the cum to Kathy and Mike.

"Wow, good girl. You did it!" Kathy squealed. "Now you can spit it out or swallow it. I usually swallow, but it's up to you." Well, why not try it all? I swallowed it. It tasted a bit funny, but not too bad.

I was thrilled that I learned how to make a man happy. I couldn't wait to do my Daddy.

Mike and Kathy showed their appreciation by licking and sucking my nipples and clit. One tongue had always been great, but two drove me wild. They kept me cumming until I begged them to stop.

Mike said he had a bit of work to do, and he suggested that Kathy and I go up to her bedroom. Who was I to argue?

We did, and I gave Kathy a long, slow pleasuring to a gentle cum. I remembered what Sylvia had done to me and inserted a finger and rubbed her G spot gently. Like I had, Kathy kept cumming, gently but continuously.

I thought about scissoring, but Kathy seemed so wonderfully content I just kept going until it appeared that she had had enough. I moved up to lie next to her. "I love you, my wonderful Kathy."

"I love you, my lovely Beth." I rested my head on her tit, placed a hand gently on her other tit, and we drifted off to a dreamy sleep.

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CHAPTER 38 - The New Plan

We slept in late. Mike drove me home on his way to work Thursday. I texted Daddy, "Sorry I'm late and missed you. See you tonight. Miss you. Love you." I hoped that would help. After all, on Tuesday, I told Daddy that I was upset to miss him that morning, and here I missed him today.

"It's Okay, Pumpkin, I had another early meeting today anyway. Love you." Whew, I was glad he's not upset.

When I got home, I let myself in and went up to my bedroom and sat on the bed. I checked the recording, and it seemed to go okay. I took a deep breath and started the video. I skipped back and forth until I saw Daddy naked in his chair, then backed up until I saw him come into the lounge room.

He went straight to the DVD player and put it a disc, then turned and walked to his chair with the remote in his hand. He looked down, found my knickers, tossed them on the arm of the sofa next to the chair and sat in the chair.

He pointed the remote at the player for a minute then sat back to watch. I could barely make out the audio but was it the right one? The camera was pointed at Daddy, not the screen, so I didn't know what was going on for sure. Sounds like...yes it was Sweet Little Girls.

So it IS his favourite. His cock was starting to get hard without his touching it. The scene went on, and his cock rose and got big and hard without his touching it. Wow, he really likes this little girl.

He glanced over at the knickers and looked and brought it to his face and smelled. Now he knew what my pussy smells like. His cock throbbed.

Daddy started stroking, I think it was at the point she started sucking. I compared my memory of her cock sucking to mine. I think I did okay with Mike.

After a few minutes, Daddy sped up his stroking and moaning. I thought it might have been when she started riding his cock. Daddy looked ready to cum, but then slowed down. Was he holding off?

Speeding up again, the guy on screen starting moaning. Sure enough, when I heard "Oh Cindy, ride me. Ride my hard cock." from the player, Daddy said in unison, "Oh Beth, ride me. Ride my hard cock," as his cum squirted high onto his chest.

Wow, he must have played that many times, and called out to me each time. I was too upset to feel excited by the video. I turned it off.

So! That confirmed it. Daddy does want me. He must. He is always calling out my name. He wants to fuck me. Oh, I want his cock in my pussy.

So how do I make it happen? When I settled, I went down and got the camera from its hiding place. Back in my bedroom, I wrote down a list of my evidence:

1) Dad masturbates.

2) He has porn videos, all of young-looking girls (but the models are 18 they claim).

3) I have a video of him masturbating in bed after I flashed him my pussy. He called my name.

4) I have a video of him masturbating in the hallway, watching me masturbate in my bed through the door. He squirted on the door.

5) I heard him masturbating in his bedroom. He cried out, "Oh Beth, ride me. Ride my hard cock!"

6) I have a video of him masturbating to Sweet Little Girls. Again, he cried out, "Oh Beth, ride me. Ride my hard cock!", which is the exact SAME thing the porn guy cried out (except for the name).

I looked over the list. For number one, that's fine, I masturbate too. He's entitled. For number two, it's not like kiddie porn, although the girls are dressed up young. I think numbers five and six upset me the most. How dare he get off thinking about me but refuse to make love with me?

How do I convince Daddy that he wants to make love with me?

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CHAPTER 39 - Help Me, Emily

I thought for a while, then picked up my phone as a distraction and opened photos, and of course, the last one there is Sylvia's cute smiling face. That gave me an idea.

Emily is older and wiser and understands stuff - maybe she can help me. I didn't have her phone number. I decided to text Sylvia and ask for it. She called me back, although I wasn't quite ready to handle Miss Bubbly.

"Hey, hot girl, what's up? Why do you want Mum's number?"

"Hi Sylvia. You know I love talking with you, but I really need to talk with Emily."

"Okay, why?"

"I just need an older opinion about something."

I heard her shout,"Hey Mum, Beth wants your phone number. Can I give it to her?... Yeah okay, I'll text it to ya. Hey, when can you come over again? We had a lot of fun."

"Thanks. Yes, we sure did. I don't know. I have a lot on my mind at the moment. I really want to, don't get me wrong, just give me a little time."

"Okay. Byeeeeeeeeeeeeee."

Sylvia's relentless cheerfulness never failed to amaze and amuse me. I got her text and called Emily.

"Hello."

"Hi, Emily, it's Beth."

"Well, hey, gorgeous. How are you?"

After a few seconds, I said, "Actually a bit confused, and I need some advice from you. Just you alone, not with Sylvia. Can I come over some time for a talk?"

"Well, sure. Let me think. Sylvia is going out this afternoon. Could you come by around twelve?"

"That's fine. Thanks, Emily."

"My pleasure."

I was hungry. Because Kathy and I had slept in, we didn't have time for breakfast. I went to the kitchen and did my usual cereal thing.

I took a quick shower, not bothering to wash my hair. I started to touch myself, but I wasn't really in the mood.

What to wear. I didn't want this visit to Emily to be a sex thing, so I chose long pants (it was quite cool today) and a thick long-sleeved shirt. Dumping out my handbag as per my daily ritual, I didn't see anything to come out or go in, but then I thought to pop in my list of evidence in case I wanted to show Emily.

11:00. Why was I always seeming to kill time these days? I opened my laptop and went through emails and Facebook. I had a funny thought - I could change my relationship status to "It's Complicated", because boy was it ever.

I can't get Daddy out of my mind. He wants me. I want him. We love each other so much. Why????

11:30. I couldn't sit home any longer. I'd be early and apologise.

I walked over to Emily's and knocked on the door. No answer. I tried it again. Nothing. I heard something in back, so I walked around to the back garden. There was Emily in old clothes, digging in the flower bed.

"Lovely garden, Emily."

"Oh, hi Beth, you're early."

"Yeah. Sorry."

"No worries. You just caught me all grubby."

"Well that's fine for gardening," I said.

"You can let yourself in the back door and have a seat in the kitchen. Help yourself to any drinks in the fridge."

"Thanks."

I went in and got a glass of water and sat waiting for her. After a few minutes, she came in.

"Well I'm pretty much done for now. I'm glad it's cooler today. It was too hot to be out there the last week."

"Yeah."

"Come with me while I have my shower. We can start talking." It always amazed me how casual Emily is about nakedness and all that. I had always thought of older people as being stuffy and prudish. Not her!

We went into her huge bathroom, where she stripped off and walked into the shower. "Ahhh that feels good," she said as the hot water hit her body.

I admired her body, not sexually today but aesthetically. She was in great shape for her age - for any age actually. I loved her curves - not fat by any means, just curvy. Her breasts were nice and firm for largish ones.

"Hand me a towel, would you Beth?" she asked, turning off the water. I handed it to her.

"So what has you worried?" she asked while drying off.

I hadn't been prepared to start talking yet. "Um, it's about Dad."

"What's wrong?"

"Oh nothing's wrong really. Um, can we wait until you are dressed?"

"Sure, no worries."

She finished drying and had me come into her massive bedroom with its walk-in closets. I sat on a small sofa near the bed. She dressed quickly, in pants and a nice shirt. I was glad that she wasn't going to be exposing her body to me during our talk, and I think she picked up on that.

She sat next to me and put her hand on mine and said, "Now, what's the problem?"

"This isn't easy for me to talk about, Emily. I'm a bit upset, and I need your advice."

"Okay, take your time."

I pondered how to start. "Emily, from the pictures you sent me yesterday, I assume that you and Sylvia play together."

"Well, yes we do, occasionally. I have to admit that having you in our life has excited us both, so we got a little naughty yesterday."

I took a big breath and let out a huge sigh. "I love my Daddy."

Emily chose not to respond.

"And he loves me too."

"That's wonderful."

"Daddy is very lonely, and he needs someone. I wish he would find a nice woman, but he is afraid to date."

Emily waited again for me to say something.

"I love him, and I would love to make him happy." I paused. "I want to make love with him."

"Oh, I see. And have you told him this?"

"Yes I told him after he kissed me one time - not like a dad kisses a daughter."

"And what did he say?"

"He said that we shouldn't do such things, even if we want to. He said he could go to jail."

"Well, technically, he's correct."

"Yeah, I know, but I would never tell. I love him, and I wouldn't want him taken away."

Emily waited again.

"Daddy wants me, I know that."

"How do you know?"

Dare I bring out my list? How else can I let her know? I picked up my handbag, took out the folded list, and held it for a minute before deciding to hand it to her. She unfolded it, read it quickly, then read it a couple of times more.

"Oh, I see. You've been a little spy, haven't you?"

"Yes, I know, maybe it was wrong, but I just had to know. And now I do."

"Yes, you certainly do," she said, handing my list back.

Emily thought for a while, and I just waited.

"Yes, it's true that Sylvia and I play. It first happened almost a year ago. She had a sixteenth birthday party, and one of her older friends stayed over that night. I heard them giggling in the playroom, and when I walked in, they were partially naked, kissing and doing a bit of touching.

"They tried to cover up, but I told them that there wasn't anything wrong with what they were doing. I asked them what all they had done, and they said they did some touching. 'Did you have orgasms?' I asked.

"Their perplexed looks told me that the answer was no. So I decided that they needed lessons in how to masturbate.

"I said, 'Let's get naked, and I'll show you how to make yourselves feel good.' They looked aghast, especially Sylvia's friend, but as I started stripping, they followed suit. They were sitting on the sofa, and I sat in the chair across from them.

"'Now girls, watch what I do, and copy it on yourselves. I like to rub all over my body first, legs and stomach and sides.' I did that, and they weren't touching themselves, so I had to encourage them, 'Come on, it feels good.'

"They started touching themselves then, and I started getting excited seeing them do it. 'Now cup your breasts in your hands, and let your palms rub your nipples.' I did that to myself, and saw them do it. My palms rubbed my hardening nipples, and I gave out a little moan.

"They were staring at me and that made me very excited. 'Now I'm just going to show you what makes me feel good. Copy me.' I pulled on my nipples with my fingers and made my nipples so hard. 'Mmmmm,' I moaned, 'I love that.'

"I watched them make their nipples hard, and when they gave little moans I cried, 'Oh yes, girls, feel your pleasure.' I pinched my nipples hard and moaned loudly, as they aped my actions and moaned themselves.

"I moved my hands down to my pussy and spread my lips wide. 'Playing with my nipples has made my pussy wet, see?' I dipped two fingers into my pussy and got them wet, and pulled them out, showing them a thread of juice between them. 'That's good for spreading over my clit, which is here.'

"I pointed to my clit and spread juice over it. 'Your clit is the most sensitive part, and it's what usually makes you cum - have an orgasm. But it needs to be wet, or it will hurt to rub it hard.'

"'Come on, slide a finger into your pussies and feel if you are wet. Slide in and out gently.' They did it, and I could see the excitement build in their faces. 'Now pull out and find your clit and get it wet. You may have to go back in for more juice.'

"When their clits were wet, I instructed, 'Now rub your clit gently with wet fingers. Find what feels best for you - circles, up and down, left and right.'

"Once they were rubbing and moaning, I quit talking and my excitement flared. I started rubbing myself hard and fast. Seeing these two doing the same was going to make me cum quickly.

"I was about to cum when I heard Sylvia scream, 'Oh my God!' She rubbed furiously and I could tell she was cumming hard.

That set me off, and I screamed with her. Her friend looked at us both and followed, and the three of us had big, hard cums.

When we were done, I told them that masturbation is never wrong, and that they can do it as much as they want. I told them that it's when you play with others that you must be very careful never to do anything that someone else doesn't want."

"A couple of days later, I showed Sylvia about touching another, and licking. She was an avid student, as you surely know.

Sylvia and I have played a few times since then, but I don't want it to be a habit because she needs to find sexual connections with others, not me. We are happy that you came into our lives, because she loves playing with you. You make her feel so good."

Emily paused.

"I see," I said, as a time filler, not convinced that I understood. "But, so even though the thought of me makes my dad cum hard, he can't bring himself to touch me...because why?"

"Well the prison thing is a concern, but if he really loves you, I'm sure that he is also worried that having sex with you can damage you psychologically. It does happen. You have to absolutely certain that it is not going to damage you, Beth."

"I see," I said, a bit surer this time. "So...if I want Daddy to make love with me, I have to convince him that he won't go to prison and he won't damage me, right?"

"I guess that's the size of it. Let me ask you one thing - if he absolutely refuses to have sex with you, can you live with that?"

I thought. "Yeah, I guess so. I'm just so sorry that he doesn't have anyone in his sex life except me as a fantasy. I find that a bit creepy."

"Yeah, I get that."

We were both silent for a minute. I finally said, "Well, you've given me something to think about. Thanks so much, Emily, I don't know what I would have done without your advice."

"Well you must make your own decisions, and your dad must make his own decisions as well, and you have to respect that."

"Yes, I understand. Oh, Emily, you are so wonderful. No wonder Sylvia is such a great girl."

"Well I think your dad must be a great guy, because you are such a great girl too."

"Hey maybe you two should get together," I said laughingly.

"Haha, maybe."

I hugged Emily tightly and said, "Thank you soooo much."

"You're very welcome, Beth. Any time."

"I'll leave you alone now and head home to think some more."

"You're welcome any time, for business or pleasure."

I smiled and said, "You bet!" and left to go home.

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CHAPTER 40 - Now What?

I walked home, thinking a lot about what Emily said. It made sense. Daddy has to know that he's not going to harm me by making love with me. And, yeah, if he just won't, I have to live with that.

Okay, so I decided to start showing off my body again but not overtly teasing him otherwise. He knows I want him, I told him that. It has to be his decision to cross the line between his fantasy and reality. I will ask him one question, though.

Could I use my videos to force him? Hmmm, I'd better not. He'd be angry that I spied on him. However, it was a total accident that I heard him call my name through his bedroom door that morning. I could possibly use that.

Daddy's home in a few hours. What was I going to do now? When I got home and up in my bedroom, Emily's sensuality caught up with me. I remembered her last comment - "You're welcome any time, for business or pleasure."

Did she want to play with me? My pussy woke up and said "Yes!" Hmmm, I wouldn't mind if that's what she meant. She's so nice, and I bet she knows how to please a girl. And, of course, her story about showing the girls how to masturbate had gotten me dripping.

I hadn't cum all day or even felt like touching myself, which was rare now. Having Emily in my mind started me up. I glanced at the drawer and got my friend the vibrator out. I saw the emo chick's number and got chills - why do I even keep that? I slammed the drawer shut.

How to use my friend? I decided to strip, put the vibrator in my pussy, turn it on the lowest setting and put my knickers back on to hold it in place. Oh wow, this way it's pressing all the way in, vibrating against my cervix.

I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes, remembering Emily's sensual body in the shower. I imagined having her next to me now, my hands feeling her soft curves. I wanted to give her a sensual stroking first, relaxing her. Soft, long caresses, avoiding her breasts and pussy.

As I was thinking this, my hands were caressing my body the way I wanted to touch her. She was starting to relax into the bed, feeling a bit dreamy. I lost myself in the fantasy of touching and pleasing her while doing the same things to myself.

I went up and down her legs with a soothing touch. Up her sides, exciting her. Brushing the sides of her breasts, the excitement built. She gasped as my fingers danced over her full, firm breasts. I caressed them so softly, fingers brushing over her nipples but not staying to tease them yet.

Back down her body, I saw a hint of disappointment in my abandoning her breasts, but when I stroked inside her legs and up inside her thighs, she went, "Ooooo" and spread her legs a little. I drank in the sight of her full bush, even bigger and thicker than mine.

I placed my hand on her bush, ever so softly, not pressing to have her feel my touch underneath it yet. I brushed her hair softly up and down, so she could just barely feel it. "Oh, Bethhhh. That's so lovely," she whispered. I kept my hand there and started caressing a breast with my face. "Mmmmm."

Face rubbing all around, over the nipple, feeling it get hard. My lips found the nipple and pulled it very gently, stroking it, feeling it get fully hard. Then I slid my lips side to side, so the nipple went from one corner of my mouth to the other and back, lips gently caressing the top and bottom.

My hand started pressing more firmly, letting her feel my fingers softly through her bush. I combed her bush with my fingers on the upstroke, then pressed hard on the downstroke, starting to feel her clit get hard. I continued that as my mouth opened and sucked it a bit of her breast, and my tongue started swirling around her hard nipple. "Ohhhhhhh, yes, Beth."

On the next downstroke of my hand, I kept going and pressed with my middle finger. I could feel her clit. I went farther, sliding easily between her now-wet lips, and into her dripping pussy, farther, deeper, pushing all the way in and swirling around. "Ahhhhh," she moaned.

Now on the upstroke, I kept pressure hard with my middle finger, sliding up and spreading her juice over her clit, which was now so hard. I rubbed it around and around, then quickly dived into her pussy for more juice, then spread it around and around again, so her clit was quite wet now.

I started rubbing her clit faster. Then I sucked hard on her breast and flicked her nipple in time with my finger on her clit. I was doing a start-stop rhythm. Three or four flicks on the clit and nipple, then stopping for a few seconds. She started moaning continuously now.

I kept up the start-stop for a couple of minutes, and her body started shaking. I went to five or six flicks before stopping. She alternately arched up and flopped down in response. Now nine or ten flicks, her moans got louder. I could tell I had her on edge.

Then I pressed very hard on her clit and rubbed hard and fast continuously. My tongue lashed her nipple hard at the same time. After about twenty seconds, she screamed as she came hard, and I took three fingers and started pumping her pussy.

"Ohhhh my godddddd, Bethhhh, yessssssssssssss!" she screamed, "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck." I had her cumming for a minute until I pulled my fingers out and rested them on her bush. My mouth stopped with her nipple still in it, but I wasn't licking it.

I let her settle and then nestled up to her and rested my face on her breast.

Now during all of that fantasy above, I had been doing the same thing to my own body, except of course I can't lick my own nipple, so I was using a hand. The vibrator was an extra stimulation, of course. My cum was so hard.

I slid the vibrator out from under my knickers and turned it off. I remarked to myself that I had never put three fingers into my pussy. Could I? Mmmm yes, I could be very happy playing with Emily.

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CHAPTER 41 - Daddy's Home

I lay back, luxuriating in the afterglow of the massive cum that my fantasy had given Emily, and that my hands (and the vibrator) had given my own body. I glanced at the clock, and OMG it was 4:15.

Daddy would be home any minute. I ran to the toilet with the vibrator, had a wee and cleaned off my friend and ran back and popped it into the drawer.

What to wear for Daddy? Well I had decided it was back to t-shirts and no bra, so that was a no brainer. Skirt or shorts? I decided on a mid-length skirt so it wouldn't show much but if I got naughty and decided to flash my knickers at Daddy I could.

Settled. Dressed at 4:25. Looking around to see if there was any incriminating evidence, I saw only the camera on my desk - better pop that in the drawer too.

I felt my pussy drip cream into my knickers. Well that's okay, it'll give Daddy something to sniff. I wonder what he did with my knickers last night. I sprinted into his room to see if I could see them. What would I do with them if I were he? I lifted the pillow, and there they were. So he will now sniff my pussy when he thinks of me! Item seven for the list.

I ran down to the lounge room to wait for Daddy, just in time. He came in the door one minute later. I ran to him and gave him a huge hug and a kiss on the lips. "Welcome home, Daddy. I love you."

"I love you, Pumpkin."

I stepped back and just smiled at him. He smiled back, then noticed my nipples and glanced down and back up to my face. "Yes, daddy, my nipples are for you. Look at them all you want. Touch them, please," was running through my mind. Of course, I didn't say that.

He said that he was tired and wanted a shower, so I said, "Okay, Daddy." I really wanted to watch him the way I had watched Emily earlier, but of course, that couldn't be part of the plan.

After his shower, he came down in his jeans and looked more comfortable, although his face looked tense. "Hard day, Daddy?" I asked.

"Yeah, we lost one contract, and another looks in trouble."

"Aw, okay, Daddy. Come sit in your favourite chair. Would you like me to get you a drink?"

"Yeah, a beer would be nice." I brought it and handed it to him. I walked behind him. He guzzled down half of the beer then set it down on the wide arm of the chair. I started giving him a head massage. "Oh, Beth, that's nice."

"Of course, Daddy, I want to make you feel good." (In more ways than one, my mind went. I'd love to massage the head of your cock.)

My fingers caressed his head, and he started moaning. Oh Daddy, I want to make you moan so many ways. After a few minutes, I pressed my chest against the back of his head. The insides of my little tits just barely made contact with the sides of his head.

He turned his head and touched the inside of my tit harder, and he started caressing it for a second before realising what he was doing, and he snapped his head straight again. I smiled, thinking, 'yes Daddy, I like that'.

"Oh that was wonderful, Pumpkin." I came around to the front of the chair, saw that I couldn't really sit next to him, so I slid onto his lap, my bum on his thigh, my leg not quite touching where his cock would be. I put my arms around his neck and rested my head on his shoulder.

I said, "I love you, Daddy. I want to make you feel so good."

"You do, Pumpkin, you do." I held him close. I glanced down and saw that my nipples were there for him so see through my thin t-shirt if he looked down.

I didn't move for a while, just loving being next to my daddy. God, I wanted him to kiss me deeply and touch my tits and nipples, but I had to hold still. He was starting to drift off, and I had the idea to ask him my question now. I whispered very softly in his ear, "Daddy, when we make love, do I need to be on birth control?"

"No, Pumpkin, I've had a vasectomy," he whispered back. I smiled hugely. After a few seconds he raised his head and groggily said, "Wait. What?"

I didn't say anything but just kept my head on his shoulder. I was afraid he was going to toss me off and give me a real talking to, but he did nothing. He drifted back to sleep, so I hoped that he wouldn't remember me asking, or that it was a dream. I won't ever forget his answer - perfect!

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CHAPTER 42 - The Next Plan

At dinner, I was a good girl. No suggestive remarks or gestures. Of course, my big nipples were always visible through the t-shirt. He tried not to look at them, but he glanced at them at least every couple of minutes.

I maintained total innocence and sweetness. When rinsing the dishes though, I couldn't resist putting a little water on one nipple. Not much, just enough to make it more visible.

Daddy retired to the lounge room, and I went out when I was done in the kitchen. He was in his chair, and for once, I didn't sit next to him. I half lay on the sofa, with my feet toward him. My skirt covered me down to a bit above my knees.

He was surfing channels but didn't see anything he wanted to see. "Any movies you want to watch?" I asked, almost giggling, thinking about going up and getting Sweet Little Girls. Of course he didn't know the joke.

He chose an action flick, so I begged off and went up to my room. "See you later, Daddy," I said on my way by, giving a quick kiss on his lips.

In my room, I tried to think of my next move. I looked around at my stuff, not really knowing what I was looking for. I saw a small Bluetooth speaker. Hmm, what could I do with that?

I plugged in its charger, then paired it with my laptop. "Testing testing," I spoke into the laptop's microphone. The words came blaring out the speaker. Oops. I turned the volume down on the speaker and tested until it was softer.

I made a few test clips using the voice recorder on the laptop, and played them back while listening to the speaker and figuring out the volume I might want.

Okay, now what can I do with this? What is it I want, I asked myself. I want Daddy to know that I want him, and that I know he wants me. Hmmm. I made a recording of "I want you, Daddy." and played it back. Nice.

So how do I use this? Could I hide the speaker near the head end of his bed and play it back in the middle of the night? "Night learning," the sci-fi books call it. Does it work?

Well, if I can hide it, do it late at night, and whisper and play it back very softly, he might never consciously hear it, but would in his sleep. Probably bogus, but can it hurt? I thought about it and what the hell, let's give it a go.

I recorded several clips and tried each one, getting the volume on the speaker to a soft whisper, one that wouldn't wake him but that he would hear in his sleep (at least I guessed). Here was my list:

"I want you, Daddy."

"Daddy, I know you want me."

"Daddy, I want to make you feel so good."

"Ohhh Daddy, you make me feel so good."

"Look at me naked, Daddy. My nipples are so hard for you."

"I love your hard cock, Daddy."

"Daddy, I want to ride you. Ride your hard cock."

"Fuck me, Daddy. Make me cum."

"Fuck me hard Daddy. Cum inside my wet pussy."

OMG, those last few were pretty outrageous. I might not use those. Anyway, I tested and re-recorded them until I liked the tone and volume.

I tiptoed down the stairs far enough to peer into the lounge room to check on Daddy, and he was snoring softly. Perfect! I tiptoed into his room with the speaker and looked where I could place it.

On the shelf over his head? No, he would see that. Oh, he had a compartment behind his head with a sliding door, where he kept his spare sheets. Under the sheets would do. I just had to remember to remove the speaker before he changed his sheets.

He usually did that on Sunday, when he did his laundry, so I had a couple of nights. I placed the speaker there and put the sheets over it, and slid the door shut. Nothing to see.

Now I went back to the laptop and checked all the clips to make sure they were all about the same volume. One was too soft, so I re-recorded it. Then I set one to play on repeat and started it.

Back down the stairs to make sure Daddy was out, and he was. To his bed then, lying down on it and hearing how loud it was. A bit too loud, I thought - couldn't take the chance that it would wake him up. I fiddled with the speaker volume until I was happy that he would barely hear it but not wake up.

Back to my room, I stopped the playback. Now, what time would he be most susceptible to this? I searched the net for sleep patterns, and spent about an hour learning phases of sleep, and when would be the best time to play the clips.

REM sleep - the dream state - sounded best. So I tried to guess when he would be in REM. 90 minutes after falling asleep is when it starts, then in and out all night. Longest time is just before you wake. I calculated likely times as 2am and 4am. I couldn't know for sure, but hey this might not work at all, so I went with those.

I wasn't planning on staying up all night to play the clips, so I searched for how to automate the playing, and finally figured out a way to do it. Now to decide which clip to play when.

I'd start with the gentler ones tonight. "I want you, Daddy" at 2am every five minutes for five times. "Daddy, I know you want me" at 4am every five minutes for ten times. I set a test timing clip for five minutes from now.

I rechecked Daddy - still out - and lay in his bed. Sure enough, the clip played so I could hear it clearly, but not so loud (I hoped) that he would wake up and figure out what was going on.

Okay, plan all set. Now how would I know if these had any effect? Well duh, Beth, you have that camera and used it in his bedroom before, so you know it works. So I set it up the way it had been before. Then I set the camera program to record starting at the first clip of each series and ending 15 minutes after the last one.

This had all taken time, so when I looked at my clock, it was 10:15. I decided to say goodnight to Daddy and come back up. I did my nightly routine of putting on a nightie, brushing teeth etc. before going downstairs.

Daddy was still asleep, so I slid into his chair, laid on top of him, so my tits were pressing on his chest and my pussy on his cock, said, "Goodnight, Daddy" in my cheeriest voice and kissed him, my lips staying on his until he woke up and noticed me.

"Ohh, goodnight, Pumpkin," he mumbled, only vaguely aware that my body was rubbing on his. Before he could push me off, I got up with a tiny giggle and scampered up to my room.

He came upstairs after about 30 minutes as I was lying in bed, in the dark. He opened my door a crack and then closed it after a few seconds. Checking to see that I was asleep? I heard him rummage in his room - the closet? - then go downstairs again. I wanted to know what he was doing, but I waited a few minutes.

Soft sounds of a DVD going in, the volume on the player starting normal then going down and off. Was it? Could it be? I waited. After a few minutes, I tiptoed to the hallway and again down the stairs, just far enough to see the screen.

The volume was off, but YES, it was Daddy's favourite - Sweet Little Girls. I tiptoed back up to bed, closing my door ever so carefully, so he didn't know I had peeked.

Going over the plan in my head excited me, so I had to finger my pussy and rub my clit andTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.