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Anal sex with my handsome daddy Part 1deleted“Hi, Daddy.”“Hi, honey. How’s your new dorm? And your new roommate?”“This on-campus apartment is a lot better than that little room I had last year. We have a nice living room and a kitchen. Heather and Jennifer share the one bedroom, you met them last year, and Jasmine and I share the other. Jasmine is a transfer student from L.A. She’s a black girl, totally cool. We really get along. Very pretty. She did some modeling in L.A.”“What’s she doing all the way across the country?”“Well, they say we do have the best plastics engineering program. That’s her major.”“That’s a tough program. She must be intelligent.”“Oh yeah, Daddy, she’s real smart. Hey, do you mind if she comes home with me for Thanksgiving? She doesn’t want to go all the way to L.A. for only a few days when she’s going to be home at Christmas for three weeks.”“Of course I don’t mind, Sarah. Are you coming home this weekend? It’s the Labor Day holiday, you know. Reason I ask is that UPS just delivered your new computer to the house.”“Do you want to bring the computer up here? You could see my new accommodations and meet Jasmine.”“I can’t. Working the long weekend. I got my choice due to seniority and took Labor Day over Thanksgiving and Christmas.”“Okay, well, I’ll be there around noon on Labor Day to pick up the computer. I guess I’ll miss you, though. Would you set up the computer and make sure everything works?”“Sure, honey. I’ll put some software on it you can probably use, like Microsoft Office.”“Thanks, Daddy!”* * *Sarah’s father had put together the computer the previous night but he forgot to load Microsoft Office and the other software he thought she might like. So he took an early lunch on Labor Day and went home to do it. It didn’t take him long.He sat on his daughter’s bed for a few minutes and began to think about her. For some reason he was possessed to go through her drawers. He, rather than his late wife, had always done the laundry and always neatly folded his daughter’s bursa escort clothing and placed it in her drawers. He began to fondle her lingerie and soon decided to take off his clothes and try on a pair of panties.Suddenly he heard Sarah and Jasmine come into the house, talking and joking loudly. Startled and embarrassed, he grabbed his clothing and hid in the closet, still wearing nothing but the panties. The closet door had louvers. He could peek through.“Wow, that’s some computer!” Jasmine said in admiration.Sarah got on the computer and played with it a bit. “I love it! So much faster than my old one. Well, let’s pack it up.” They did, as they chatted about a variety of subjects.“You’ll never guess what I made at the plastics engineering lab yesterday.”“What’s that, Jasmine?”Jasmine pulled the big red dildo out of her purse. “If Dr. Montgomery only knew for what purpose I utilize the university’s resources.” They both began to laugh.“Maybe you should show him. You’d probably get an A.”Now they got hysterical. “I think he really likes it in the back door, Sarah. I can tell because he ogles the boys more than he does me, even when I wear that little white miniskirt of mine and sit in the front row. But I better test the equipment before I offer to pack his fudge. Make certain that it is fully functional.”“Yes, by all means Jasmine, let’s test it!”Both girls began to undress. Naked, they embraced in a long passionate kiss.“Sarah, you have to promise me something.”“And what is that, Jasmine?”“Promise you won’t fall in love with me.”“Jasmine, I’m not going to fall in love with you! This is just a buddy suck and fuck. I dig men. I just wish I could find someone like my dad. He’s a man’s man, just oozing testosterone. I think most of the dudes at our campus just sit in their rooms playing computer games and jerking off.”Sarah’s father, in the closet in panties and pulling his pecker, choked when he heard the last comment. For a moment he feared they might have heard him.“Yeah, I dig bursa escort bayan men too, Sarah. A buddy suck and fuck. I like the sound of that! What’s a buddy for, anyway?”“Exactly!”* * *My father’s birthday just happens to fall on Halloween and I never, ever have missed it. Not in over twenty years. I don’t recall the first few but we have always had quite the tradition ever since I can remember. I dressed up in a costume like a witch or a little red devil and scared my father. “Boo, Daddy!” I’d squeal. “Boo!” And he’d pretend to be frightened silly and faint in terror. I revived him with kisses only to find he had hurt himself. “Oh Daddy, let me kiss your boo-boo!” I would insist. The first time I can really recollect clearly all our fun was my kindergarten year. Daddy dislocated a finger. He could at will pull it out of the socket and make it look grotesque. When I was seven he sprained his ankle and playing it to the hilt, he took me trick-or-treating wearing crutches. Of course I kissed his boo-boos and made them better.Away from home in my senior year of college, I made online reservations for the flight home a week before my father’s birthday on Halloween. I could only be gone a day because of my class and work schedule. My flight was scheduled to arrive at 5:00 PM on the 31st and depart the next day at noon. Right after making the reservations I called my best friend Laurie who attended a college a couple hundred miles away.“Sarah, what are you wearing?” Laurie asked, first thing.“Just panties, that’s all. Why?”“Did you ever do phone sex? I miss you!”“Laurie! Didn’t we decide no more sex? With each other, I mean.”“Yeah, I know, but you were my first girl and I—”“Dammit Laurie!” I interrupted. “I have a big problem here. I want to make my father’s birthday on Halloween very special this year. This is his first birthday since Mom passed away. Do you have any ideas what I could do for him?” I listened for a few minutes while Laurie spoke. And then I screamed into the phone, “Laurie, escort bursa I can’t do that! Why . . . why . . . it . . . I … that . . . I . . .” I hung up on my friend, shocked by the mere thought about it. “Damn, that girl has a very dirty mind.”And then I thought about it, and thought about it more, and thought about it even more. I know I blushed. My panties felt damp. I masturbated.* * *My father picked me up at the airport. When we hugged it seemed different than our past embraces. He didn’t say a word about what I wore. Not until we got home and he fixed us each a drink and we sat on the couch in the living room.“Boo, Daddy!” I jumped at him.“You’re not scaring me, Sarah. Not this time. They let you on the airplane wearing that?”He carefully examined me in my parlor maid costume. It consisted of a lace and satin crop top, flared miniskirt with a detachable apron, ruffle panty, headband, choker, leg garter, lace gloves, feather duster, and fishnet pantyhose.“Oh Daddy, don’t be such a prude! I’m not showing anything you wouldn’t see if I wore my Nina Ricci lime green miniskirt and matching tank top. You know, the ones you bought me.”“I didn’t actually buy those, Sarah. You charged the $495.99 on my credit card after I let you borrow it because you said you needed feminine products real bad and didn’t have any money.”“Whatever. Nobody complained about my outfit on the plane. Most of them were members of a football team or something. I just said I’m on my way to a Halloween party. The coach yelled at them for talking to me. He screamed something like, ‘No more scandals!’ Whatever that meant.”“Well . . . you look rather . . . uh . . . you . . . uh . . .”“Daddy, I’m not your little girl any more. I’m a woman. Well, I am your little girl. But you know what I mean.”“Yes, honey, I think I do.”“Daddy, would you get me another drink, please?”“No, I don’t think so. You’re not old enough to legally drink in this state.” He looked down self-consciously at his crotch.“Daddy, you know damn well I was twenty-one in April.” I could see the bulge in his pants and knew he didn’t want to get up because he had an erection. “Never mind, I’ll get it myself. Do you want another one?” He nodded.part 2 coming soon……

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