A sudden change came over Dad. He blushed, put his napkin before his face to hide it, then straightened himself up and said, “Why, that's not a bad idea. How about it, Kathy, do you want to put in an honest day's work?”
“I suppose so,” I sighed. It was the last thing I wanted. Work didn't appeal to me, especially work involving typing. And to be around Dad all day without being able to fulfill any of my fantasies-why, that would be nothing short of torture! Yet I couldn't refuse him, not after seeing him blush that way. I went upstairs to change into something respectable and joined him in the car.
Just being alone with him thrilled me. He drove right at the speed limit, did everything correctly, and hardly talked to me. I knew that side of him all too well. Hadn't I despised him for being so proper, so uptight, all these years? But now I was privy to the secret side of Dad, the animal in him, and he was no longer a cardboard cut-out to me. Now I liked his conservative demeanour, it was part of his strength. The wolf in grandma's clothing. I shivered just to think of that big weapon hidden beneath his dull, perfectly pressed suit. All that virility, and bundled up so tightly! Why, he might explode at any second and attack me where I sat!
I sat close to the door and looked out of the window for much of the journey, but my thoughts raced on. How would it be if he did suddenly come to a screeching halt and ripped his fly open and shoved that big cock into my ready pussy? What would I do? Oh, God, if only he would! Now and then I threw him a glance, eyelashes batting up a breeze, lips slightly parted to show my pearly white teeth-and each time I found him looking straight ahead at the road. No, I'd have to face facts. We'd never get into such a situation. Dad was, for all his virility, too straight.
His office reinforced that impression. Everything was in its place, nothing extraneous other than a family photo in a gold frame. He sat behind his big walnut desk, took a sheaf of papers out of a drawer and handed them to me to type copies. Not a word was spoken. I retreated into the annexed office and got to work. The morning dragged by. Dad went to his all-important meeting, returned with another pile of work, and shut himself in his office to leave me to tap my way through all that garbage. I smoldered with resentment. If he ever asked me to do this again, I vowed, I'd tell him to shove it up his ass, sideways. And when he went out all by himself for lunch it just about made me mad enough to walk out.
Somehow I managed to get through to the afternoon. The work was done, Dad was still out to lunch, and all there was for me to do was sit there like a stale bottle of beer. There was nothing to read, nothing to do but think, mull, and brood. That's what I did. It wasn't till three o'clock that he came back to his office. A changed man was he, flushed with martinis and deals successfully concluded. There was a new spring in his step, a dangerous gleam in his eyes.
“Come into my office, would you, Kathy,” he said as he passed my desk and laid a vague trail of whiskey breath.
“Yes sir,” I said, the sarcasm dripping off every syllable. He didn't notice. I picked up pencil and pad just as a professional secretary would do, and walked into his plush office, closing the door after myself. Dad sat right back in his swivel chair, his feet up on the desk, regarding me through half-closed eyes.
“How do you like it here,” he said when I'd pulled a chair over and made myself comfortable. “Do you think you'd like to work for me permanently?”
“Not really,” I said.
“Why, isn't it interesting enough for you?” He seemed somewhat miffed by my reply.
“That puts it into a nutshell,” I nodded. Dad shook his head sorrowfully and launched an interminable discourse on the glamorousness and excitement of the insurance business. It was hard not to yawn right in his face. I put my pad and pencil down and crossed my legs to be comfortable if nothing else during his lecture. Unwittingly I'd caught my skirt between my ass and the chair when I'd sat down, and now, with my legs crossed, there wasn't a thing between my panties and Dad's eyes. His lecture ran into difficulties right away.
“People need insurance,” he said, his eyes darting toward my crotch, then recoiling and returning like a yo-yo. “We're selling them… because they need it-I mean, it's a public service that we perform. Not that we're a charity… ha ha… no, we're in business. The president is a tycoon, made of money. But why shouldn't a service be lucrative? Some of the breast minds work here day and night to set the man in the street's mind at knees. Oh yes, we make money-but we… Kathy, would you please change your position?”
“Why?” I smiled. “I'm your daughter, aren't I?”
“Yes you are-oh God, yes, but there are times when you look less like a daughter and more like a woman than might be… uh… desirable! You see? So just do what I tell you to do.”
If I did he'd take up his boring lecture again and an opportunity would be lost forever. I couldn't let that happen. It was now or never. Somehow I had to guide him through his inhibitions to come out the man he really was.
“I'm glad we're alone for once,” I said, changing the subject. “We have so little to do with each other, Daddy, and there are often times when I find myself wishing we were closer to each other.”
“Do you?” He looked genuinely surprised.
“Of course I do. You're my father and I love you! But it's always so tense in the house that it must seem to you we're always at each other's throat.” My legs were crossed as provocatively as ever and, though he was moved by my words, he kept glancing down along my thighs to that strategic patch between them. I could feel his eyes, pricking me and savoring me. If only he would act!
“And I love you too,” he said. His voice sounded a little strangled. “It's funny how a man loses track of things when he's busy earning a living… you get to the point where nothing else matters. It's very good of you to remind me, Kathy.”
That was my cue. I got up and flung my arms around his neck, kissing him on the cheeks, at the same time perching my ass on his lap so that my pussy was hard against his cock. Once he got hard he would surely give in! His hands felt strong as he held me close to him and returned my hug if not my kisses. I love the smell of him, so masculine and forceful. Already my cunt was sopping wet and my subtle motions were bound to leave a stain on his pants. But the time limit of this filial embrace had been exceeded, and Dad became stiff as he prepared to release me.
A minute passed. He remained stiff. I remained his little girl, only my loins doing womanly things to his cock. It was hardening gradually, how could he help himself. When he began to embrace me again I stepped up my caresses, blatantly forcing my cunt down on his growing cock and kissing him full on the mouth. He was slipping into it, but now and then he reached out to stop himself, clinging to the edges like a desperate man. I pressed my hard little tits against him and rode along his rock-hard cock, the complete nymphet, even going so far as to force his lips apart to get my tongue inside. Dad wanted me with every fibre of his body. I could feel his fever rising. But he was still afraid, incapable of letting go.
“No, no!” he said suddenly, pushing me away. “You can't… we can't do this, Kathy! My goodness, what's happening to us? This is all very confusing.”
“Oh Daddy,” I said softly, coming back at him with my arms outstretched, “why can't you just go with h. Don't you love me?”
“Of course I do… but not…”
“Not in that way?” I inquired sweetly. “Very well, then, I'll be a proper daughter to you.” With that I got back into my own chair, crossed my legs, and pulled the skirt down over my knees. That perplexed him. He turned different colors, adjusted his tie, cleared his throat, and I just sat there with a secretarial smile. My timing had been perfect. He could no more relinquish the chance to make love to me than I could.
“That's not what I meant, not exactly,” he stammered, averting his eyes. “I think I do love you in that way, actually, that's the whole trouble. A father shouldn't entertain such feelings for his own flesh and blood.”