A Father-Daughter Day (and night)

"My little girl will just have to patient," he answered in his best "fatherly" tone. Then he reached down and put his hand on my upper thigh which was exposed thanks to the slit in the side of my dress. "Of course we both know patience is NOT one of your better virtues."

We both laughed at that but anyone who knows me would have had to agree with him. Just to prove his point, I reached over and placed my hand on his crotch, pressing down firmly with my fingers in search of the dick I knew so well underneath.

"Yep, definitely not a virtue," he chuckled as he glanced down first at his lap and then smiled at me. "But then, not that I'm complaining."

As he drove on towards the tunnel I couldn't help but remember one of the first times I'd given my dad "road head" and it just happened to be when we were going through this very same tunnel. Back then we were heading to his office for a "take your daughter to work" day which eventually became a "fuck your daughter at work" day but on the way there I'd blown him until he finally came just as we entered the downtown parking garage. Well, I'd like to think that over the past ten years my skills have improved quite a bit such that I can get the job done a little faster when necessary. Then again, my dad is also ten years older as well so perhaps that might balance things out. Oh well, I guess there was only one way to find out...

"Now just what do you think you're doing naughty girl?" my dad asked, pretending to be surprised as I started to unzip his pants, "You know, good girls don't do this sort of thing."

"Your point being?" I teased him back as I reached in and felt around for his dick. Not that it was all that difficult given he was already sporting quite the erection.

"True, true," he sighed as he adjusted his position to help me pull his cock out through his pants. Fortunately he'd been thoughtful enough not to wear any underwear which made my task considerably easier.

"Oh shit!" he gasped quietly as I leaned over and took the smooth silky head of his dick in my mouth. My tongue worked its way around the lip, just as knew he loved me to do.

"You know, one of these days I'm going to crash into somebody when you're doing this," he pretended to protest as I took his cock deep into my mouth. He had a point as I guess it WOULD be a little incriminating when the rescue team saw his dick poking out through his pants while working to extricate my head from the steering wheel!

"So you want me to stop daddy?" I taunted him as I worked his dick with my hand while looking up at him as I ran my tongue over my lips seductively.

"Now why would I EVER say anything so ridiculous as that?" he pointed out as he merged with the traffic heading into the tunnel. I had to catch myself as he made the sudden turn so it was probably fortunate I didn't have my teeth around his dick at that moment!

"Oh yeah... just like that," he groaned as I started to suck him seriously, "God you know how to make you daddy feel good!"

Well, it wasn't like I hadn't had enough practice! It didn't hurt that both of my parents had never been afraid to share their thoughts and feelings with me when it came to sex. I hate it when guys don't say anything while I'm blowing them. Even though I've been told by numerous guys that I'm better at it than most girls, a little feedback never hurts. Thankfully my dad wasn't shy about telling me what he liked - and didn't for that matter. My mom had also been quite helpful in sharing her own little tips for pleasing him as well.

Ever since I'd given my first blowjob in a dark move theater I've been hooked. Some girls say they hate sucking a guy but personally I love it! It's not the actual act that does it for me. For instance, sucking on a dildo does absolutely nothing for me. It's the reaction I get that from him gets my heart going, not to mention my pussy flowing. While I'm sure every guy I date has wanted to fuck me, face it... most didn't REALLY expect it to happen, at least not on the first date. But when it comes to a blowjob then that's entirely different.

One of the things I love about a BJ is when I'm lucky enough to start with a soft dick. Too often a guy is already worked up and at least semi-erect by the time I get my mouth on him and I miss out on the thrill of feeling I growing in my mouth. Even after who knows how many times I've done it, I don't think I'll ever get over the amazement of feeling a guy's dick getting bigger and thicker in my mouth. The thing about it I also know it's really nothing he can control which tells me that he likes what I'm doing and that I'm turning him on. It's not like a girl who can easily fake an orgasm - a guy's dick is the ultimate lie detector!

While I love a BJ under just about any circumstance, what REALLY turns me on is to do a guy in a public place. It's fortunate that it's really so easy in that a guy doesn't have to undress or anything, he just has to let it out from his pants for me to suck it. For example, fucking in a store can be a little dangerous at times unless I make sure I pan ahead of time and wear the right outfit. Yet I can blow a guy behind some clothes on the spur of the moment just about any time even when people are practically right on top of us. It's not that I want to be caught - that can turn into something ugly. It's the idea that we COULD be caught that makes it hot for me.

Road head is sort of the best of both worlds in that it's more or less public AND people can even see me sometimes without getting us into trouble. Like if a trucker pulls up next to us he can see me sucking a guy but at the same time it's just for the moment and not like he can get involved or really say anything to anybody. Now for truckers, there's no problem anyway as I've never known one NOT to enjoy the show. What is hot is to have some soccer mom in her minivan get a peek. Now THAT is really funny sometimes!

Maybe the most dangerous thing I've ever done when sucking a guy off in a car was to go through a drive though at a fast food joint and have him order something and then pick it up while I'm blowing him. It takes a little caution like checking out who's at the window beforehand. Just to be safe, it needs to be a guy as while I'm sure there are some girls who wouldn't mind watching, odds are a LOT higher that a young guy would appreciate our efforts more. Admittedly I've only done this a few times and never with my dad, but it's something I'd recommend to anyone wanting to cross the line with low odds of getting into trouble.

While my husband loves me sucking him off as he drives, by far my dad is at the top of the scoreboard in terms of number of times. Of course he has had the advantage of a lot more years and Steve is making up ground, but there was a time back in high school when it was like every time we went out he was asking me to sit up in the front seat with him. For whatever reason my mother was never all that much into it so I guess once he found out that I loved it he tried to take advantage of whatever opportunities he could find.

My thoughts were interrupted when suddenly the lighting and road noise changed and I knew we were entering the tunnel. Damn, I didn't have much time so hopefully he was as horny as I thought he was. As I'd already mentioned, I DID have a LOT of experience when it came to this particular cock and I pretty much knew instinctively now just what it took to make him cum fast or slow depending on the circumstances. In this case, of course, I was working against the clock so I was using every trick in my "Make daddy cum" book.

"Fuck... Oh fuck!" he groaned even louder and I knew he was getting close, "Oh Kelly... Oh Kelly... Don't stop... oh damn don't stop."

Yeah, like THAT was ever going to happen. Like when had I EVER stopped when it came to getting my dad off? Still, it was nice to hear my own father tell me that he appreciated what I was doing.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," he sighed as we emerged from the tunnel just as his hips bucked slightly and I felt the first shot of sperm spurt from his hard incestuous cock into my mouth.

It was quickly followed by another and then a few more as I felt the SUV shifting lanes as he maneuvered the complicated roadways of Pittsburgh. I couldn't help but wonder just how in the world he was able to concentrate on the road while at the same time ejaculating into his daughter's eager mouth? Then again, as my mother had warned me so long before, once the rocket is launched there's no way to stop it.

Once he DID finally stop cumming I made sure I had every drop contained so it wouldn't get on his pants and then lifted myself up and sat back beside him again. Glancing around at the cars surrounding us I couldn't help but wonder what the occupants would say if they knew what I was holding in my mouth - and who it was that had given it to me?

"Taste good?"

I just mumbled and nodded a I tried to smile without spilling any of his cum onto my dress. If we were on the way home it would be different but not before we even made it to the restaurant. My dad was now totally focused on the road just then as he made his way onto the off-ramp heading downtown. We reached the stoplight at the bottom and for once I was glad to hit a red light!

"Ahhhhhh," I said as I opened my mouth like I was at the dentist and let me see his cum on my tongue as I pushed it out for him.

"Alright silly goose, you'd better swallow that before we have a real mess on our hands."

He may have been trying to sound serious but I knew my dad was no different than any other man after he'd shot his load into my mouth. Yep, every last one of them wants to SEE it before I swallow. In their defense, guys are so visually oriented when it comes to sex that I guess if not then what was the point of even doing it? For me, just knowing a guy was cumming inside of me was all I needed, I didn't need to SEE it to be fulfilled. But guys are wired differently in that it's like it's just as important, if not more, for them to SEE the results than to actually do it. Go figure...

I quickly swallowed his cum and then stuck my tongue out for him to see that I'd done it. Again... the visual thing. Just in time as it turned out when the light turned green and his focus shifted back to the road again.

So just where WERE we headed now? Knowing my dad, it would be someplace with a great steak but that didn't exactly narrow things down all that much. Indeed, over the years we'd visited Morton's, Ruth Criss and The Capital Grill, all of which offered premium (and expensive) options. Then we went straight through the light onto Liberty Avenue and I knew pretty much exactly where we were headed.

"Soooooo, Morton's tonight?"

"Nothing but the best for my favorite daughter," he acknowledged and then he quickly glanced and patted my on my bare leg, "Besides, after that incredible blowjob I figure I owe you."

"Oh daddy... you know better than that!" I pretended to protest but at the same time I loved it when he complimented me. Sure, every guy will tell me he loved his BJ but there's something special about it when it's your own father paying you the compliment.

As we approached the restaurant I coughed slightly and patted his still exposed but now quite limp dick. My dad chuckled.

"Yeah, I guess I'd better do something about that before the valet gets an eyeful."

By the time we pulled up to the curb he was "decent" again although in my book he'd been pretty decent with it sticking out!

"Good evening sir... and miss," the valet greeted us as he opened the door for me. He was pretty discreet but even so he couldn't help but glance quickly as I emerged and my dress pulled up almost to my crotch as I stepped out. I pretended to be a little embarrassed as I tugged it back down but of course that was about the furthest thing I was worried about. Heck, what was the point in even wearing something like it if guys didn't get to look?

Smiling, I took my father's arm as he led me into the restaurant. The maetre d' greeted my dad by name - he was a frequent guest as he often entertained client here. "We have your table ready sir... follow me please."

I felt so proud to walk beside my dad to our table and I wondered how many people were looking at us and wondering about our relationship. Were we a couple? After all, we both were wearing wedding rings and in this day and age it wasn't all that unusual for an older gentlemen to marry a woman half his age. Back when I was younger I suppose most people immediately probably took me as his daughter. Then again there were probably those with dirtier minds that wondered if this wasn't some old guy trying for a piece of college girl pussy. Given my usual attire at such times (provided by my dad so you can imagine...) it wouldn't have surprised me if more people didn't think that way. After all, how many daughters dress like a hooker when going out alone with their own father?

While there were a number of booths open and tables in more private locations, we were seated at a table in the middle of the main dining room in full view of the dozens of people already seated. While definitely NOT my choice when Steve and I would go out, the arrangement was typical for date nights with my dad. It wasn't like my dad wanted a private seat so we could fool around the way Steve and I do. Noooooo, this was all about him being seen with me and for him to see the reaction of the other men - not to mention a few women at times as well. My part in our little play was to be his trophy girl and I knew how to play my role well.

With our jackets safely secured with the cute little coat check girl, I was a little chilly but that actually worked in my favor as my nipples were hard as rock. It didn't hurt that I was also horny as hell after the road head! With my dress as tight and thin as it was, it was like someone could have measured the dimensions of my boobs and nipples the same as if I wasn't wearing anything. My dad didn't fail to notice either.

"Nice...," was all he said but I caught the slight tip of his head and the direction of his gaze as he looked at my aroused boobs.

Crossing my legs slowly, I made sure to lift my left leg over the right as the slit in the dress was on that side which meant my upper thigh was now in view to whomever might be interested in such things. As it turned out, the older guy to the side of us WAS and I almost laughed out loud when I say the disapproving look on his wife's face as she looked to see what had gained her husband's interest. It was an interesting choice as to which reaction turned me on more? Was it the way he openly stared at my bared leg or the way what he was doing pissed off his wife? Honestly, I would have to say it was his wife's reaction that turned me on the most. Really, for a guy to stare at me isn't exactly headline news and while I don't mean to sound stuck up, that's just the way it is. What's so much more fun is when somebody else sees what HE is doing and how they react to it. Usually this is his wife but there have also been the occasional girlfriend and in a few cases even a daughter. Then it's THEIR reaction that really makes my day!

Trying to keep with the atmosphere of the place, I actually ordered wine rather than my usual Diet Coke. I figured I could nurse one glass through the entire meal but then my dad changed the order to be the entire bottle.

"Ahhhhh Dad, did you see the price?" I leaned over to whisper to him after the waiter left. Like damn, it was over $200 for the bottle! Of course it was probably a fraction of that price at the store but still. Not to mention I really don't know one wine from the other so hopefully he would enjoy it,

"Like I've always said, only the best for my favorite daughter."

I smiled at him - like he had another daughter to compare me to. Yet again I was so proud that this man was my father. And to think that people have the nerve to question me when it comes to my desire to please him - in every way. How could I NOT want this more than anything given the way he loved me and spoiled me?

I sat and suffering through the wine ritual and finally got a taste. While I didn't say anything to my dad, I thought he'd been ripped off. OK, so I don't exactly have a cultured wine perspective but still, at what, $50 a glass I was expecting something spectacular. Frankly, a $5 Diet Coke would have been fine with me.

Soon after we gave our orders and of course my dad chose the filet mignon - bleeding rare. As for me, I've always preferred seafood over meat so I started with a shrimp cocktail (I LOVE the giant shrimp they use here) followed by the fresh fish special. Actually I wasn't even sure WHAT fish it was, it just sounded hood when our waiter explained how it was prepared. I'd been sorely tempted to go with the king crab legs but I knew from past experience that they were messy and tonight I wanted to be more formal for my father. Eating with my hands and wearing a bib was NOT part of the strategy when wearing a dress like mine.

While waiting for our order I informed my dad that I needed to use the ladies room and I was thrilled when he got up to help me with my chair like a perfect gentleman. Of course it also gave him the opportunity to give my ass a quick feel so there WAS a bit of an ulterior motive. I doubted anyone noticed but it's not like either of us really cared.

What my dad hadn't noticed - guys never do when it comes to this sort of thing, was that the timing of my request was linked to that of the wife next to us, the very same one who had been so unhappy with her husband's unabashed interest in me. Once I saw her get up and head towards the rest room (noting that HE didn't help with HER chair) I couldn't resist the temptation to stir the pot a bit so to speak.

With her now gone my first step was to make sure I got up on the side of our table that faced him. Now that his wife was away apparently he felt that he could get away with more so he didn't even try to appear as if he was just accidently looking at me. I suppose most women would have thought of him as a pervert and while that's more or less what it appeared he was, it didn't bother me at all. Like what fun would it be to have him NOT be interested in me? At the same time, what fun would it be for my dad if I didn't take the opportunity to flirt with some poor guy like him?

While I swear it wasn't premeditated, I couldn't resist myself...

"So have you been enjoying the view?" I said softly to him as my dad turned to push my chair in again.

I glanced downward and twisted so that my leg was poking out for him again. It was pretty blatant but then it wasn't like I had twenty minutes to flirt and build things up with him. Besides, I felt pretty confident that he wouldn't protest and I was right. My expectation was that he would blush and try to act as though he had no idea what I was talking about. But I had to give him credit, he was even more of a pervert than I'd figured...

"Why yes I have," he said in a low tone unabashedly, "You're quite pretty. Your husband is a lucky man."

I suppose I should've left it there but now my dad was standing back next to me again listening in on the conversation so I figured why not give him a bit of a show.

"Oh no, he's not my husband," I replied, looking back at my dad and smiling before turning back to the pervert.

"Oh really," the guy came back and then grinned wickedly at my dad, "So you're both cheating tonight... nice. My congratulations to you sir."

As much as it turned me on, it DID surprise me a little that he would be so bold and I felt my dad move and although I had no idea what he was about to say, to be safe I quickly replied before he could.

"Well actually you see, he's my father."

THAT did the trick. This time he did blush just a bit and the look on his face was so funny.