The afterglow of getting fucked by two men at once only lasted about four hours. After that, I was walking around the hospital horny as hell, looking for some patient to suck off. When the head nurse told me that I had a message at the desk, I hoped it was a note from Bruce, saying he just had to fuck me. Surprisingly, it was a note from my father, saying that he was in town for the day. I quickly called the number he left, not really knowing why I was so excited.
"Hello, Daddy," I said into the receiver, grinning from ear to ear. "It's your little girl!"
"Baby! I'm in town for the night and I was wondering if you'd like to have supper with, your old man. Bring Jeff along and we'll have a great time."
"Daddy, I'd love to have supper with you, but Jeff has to work late tonight."
"Can I get a rain check then?"
"We don't have to drop the dinner altogether, Daddy. Just you and I will go and we'll have a great time."
"What time should I pick you up? Maybe at the hospital?"
"Shouldn't I get out of my uniform first?"
"Don't worry about it," Daddy said with a chuckle. "People will thing that you're my personal nurse. Hell, an old man like me probably should have one."
"Now Daddy, don't talk like that! You're in excellent shape!"
We talked like that for some time, Daddy always being critical of himself and me always defending him. Finally we decided on a time and I found myself walking away from the telephone with the strangest tingling in my twat.
I told Jeff that I had to talk to my father about my mother and Jeff said he wouldn't mind if dinner was late. Family obligations, he said, were very important and should be carefully maintained.
It seemed to take forever for my shift to end, then I dashed out of the hospital just as Daddy was pulling into the short-term parking lot.
Daddy looked as good as ever. Still in his late forties, his wavy hair was thinning just a little bit on top. He worked out every day and his stomach had just the slightest hint of flab under his vest. My father never wears anything but three-piece suits and he wears them without seeming like a stuffy character.
"Daddy!" I shrieked, jumping into the car next to him. He kissed me on the lips lightly, but I pulled him close and we kissed longer than we ever have before. Finally he pushed me away, embarrassment showing in his face, and headed out of the parking lot.
"I thought we might eat at my hotel," he said. "They have a very fine restaurant there."
"That's fine with me," I said, sliding over in the seat to sit so close that my hip touched his. Daddy was, no doubt, uncomfortable with me sitting so close. I, however, had every intent of seducing him before the night was over. In a way he reminded me of Jeff – untouchable. That made me want his cock all the more.
Before long Daddy and I were sitting in a corner booth, sipping red wine and saying a thousand times how good it is to see the other. Finally we ordered our food and ate quietly. As we sipped more after-dinner wine, I slid over in the bench seat to sit next to Daddy.
"Daddy, I've really been wanting to talk with you," I said, pretending to innocently drop my hand on his thigh. "You see, things haven't really been going so good between Jeff and myself. It's… well… it's sort of embarrassing to talk about it, but you're my daddy, so I guess it's okay."
"Go ahead, dear. You can tell me anything."
"Daddy, it's my sex life with Jeff. He doesn't like to do it very often and when he does he doesn't let me do anything but lie there like, a zombie. I like to move around, you know, and do things with my mouth. You know, put his cock in my mouth, and so forth. Well, Jeff doesn't let me do anything."
"It sounds like Jeff and your mother would get along just fine. She doesn't like to do much of anything when we're in bed, either. I've pleaded with her countless times and all she does is tell me that I'm a sex fiend."
"Daddy, I knew that a man like you would understand my problem." I slid my hand a little higher up his thigh and he caught my wrist. "I thought you said that…"
"It doesn't make any difference what I said! I'm sure that you're pretty frustrated by now, but you'll just have to work this problem out with Jeff. This is one problem that your father shouldn't try and solve himself." Daddy took a big drink of wine and gave me a stern look. One I hadn't seen in years.
"But Daddy," I said, intentionally brushing my tit against his arm. "I don't know how much longer I can stand it. I've been thinking of going to the bars and just picking up the first man who talks to me. Now wouldn't you rather I come to you with my problems than some total stranger?"
"No, this is definitely wrong. I won't let you do…" he said, cut short when I squeezed his balls through his pants. He closed his eyes, obviously fighting with himself. It didn't take much thinking to figure out that Daddy hadn't gotten any pussy in a long time, or a good blow-job in an even longer time. Besides, I didn't get to suck off either Steve or John so I was thirsty for spunk.
"Just be cool, Daddy," I purred, rubbing my tit against his arm. "Just sit there like nothing is happening and we'll both do each other a great deal of good."
"When you were a little girl I used to think about this. Your tits were so big, even when you were just thirteen or fourteen. Damn it, Amber, it's been years since anyone has actually reached out and grabbed my cock."
I unzipped his fly and took his prick out. It was a nice size, neither very big nor very small. I squeezed it and pulled the foreskin back as I felt it twitch and grow in my fist. Daddy slipped his hand under my arm and squeezed my thigh, pulling my uniform up just a little to feel my nylon-clad leg.
"Daddy," I whispered, "I've got to suck your cock."
"Wait until we get to my hotel room," he replied.
"No, I can't wait that long." I moved my hand over his solid shaft, smoothing a drop of pre-cum over the head. "It's dark in here and the tablecloth goes almost to the floor. If I get under the table no one will see me."
"What if we get caught?" Daddy asked, pulling the hem of my uniform up even higher so that he touched the top of my hose and a little bit of naked flesh.
"I don't care! I've got to have it!"
There weren't a lot of people in the restaurant and none were sitting very, close. I picked my ass off the seat, pulled my uniform up, then hooked my thumbs in my panties and jerked them down to my knees. No one appeared to notice the rather odd movement, so I worked my legs together until my panties were at my ankles. Bending down quickly I picked them off the floor and handed them to Daddy.
"Take these," I whispered, wrapping my fingers around his lusty cock again. "You can keep them to remind you of this evening."
Daddy picked up his napkin and stuffed my panties in it, then held it to his nose, pretending to be dabbing at his mouth. I checked the waiter and the other customers and when no one was looking, I slipped below the table. Daddy straightened out the tablecloth, hiding any evidence of what I had done.
When I finally got a chance to see the cock I had been stroking, I was even more pleased. Daddy's cock was perfectly shaped, like the pricks on Roman statues. It stood out through the fly of his pants, hard and hot.
I got to my knees between Daddy's thighs, touching the rod with the fingertips of both hands. It quivered and throbbed just inches from my lips. My daddy's cock – I was finally going to suck my daddy's cock.
"I love you, Daddy," I whispered, loud enough for him to hear but no one else.
"And I love you, Amber. Let's go to my room and we can do this right."
"Later, lover. Later…" I flicked my wet, pink tongue out, frisking it around his rod just under his cockhead. Taking it in my fist, I licked the drooling crown like an ice cream cone, not missing the smallest portion of cockhead. When the rounded tip was wet, I took my hand away and licked down the underside of his tool to his zipper.
I hiked my dress above my wet snatch and began to rub my hot clit as I took Daddy's cockhead between my lips. Downward I pushed, taking his cock to the back of my mouth. My tongue rubbed tenderly against the smooth flesh as my middle finger pushed between the fleshy folds of my pussylips.
This was incredible for me. In the morning I'm happily raped by two men, then in the evening I get to suck my father's cock. Just thinking about the cock in my mouth belonging to my father got me even hotter, caused my snatch to get even wetter. I tensed my lips around Daddy's shaft as I engulfed more of his rod in my mouth. When my nose was pressed against his zipper I tightened the suction on his tool while jabbing a finger faster into my twat.
When just the head of Daddy's cock was in my mouth, I jerked on the shaft at the same speed I fingered my hot pussy. If I timed things right Daddy's balls would explode at the same time my clit released all the tension and passion in my body. Daddy's cock pulsed in my mouth as I tongued him feverishly, speeding his eruption. The palm of my hand was wet with cunt juice as I worked it between my cuntlips.
"Is there something wrong with the lady?" the waiter asked.
I released Daddy's cock from my lips as my heart pounded nervously. Would they call the police? What would happen if the press ever found out that a daughter was sucking her father's prick in a public restaurant?
"No! Nothing's wrong!" father stammered.
"I dropped my contact, I think," I replied from below the table. It took a little bit of wiggling around but I finally got back in a sitting position next to Daddy. "I'm practically blind without them," I added to the waiter. He looked at me with unaffected distrust.
"Oh… I see," the waiter said. "Would you like me to get you a flashlight?"
"No, that won't be necessary," I said, feeling pretty fucking foolish. "The damn thing is probably broken by now. It always happens."
"Yes… of course. You needn't explain. The management will thank you to stay above the table or we'll have to ask you to leave."
"Yes, I can understand your misunderstanding of this whole silly thing," I said, trying my best not to sound stupid and failing miserably. Both Daddy and I gave a long, low sight of relief when the waiter left.
"I told you we shouldn't have done this in public. I shouldn't have let you do anything at all."
"Now Daddy, let's not second guess ourselves. I need your cum and you need a blow-job."
"Fuck, I was almost going to cum," Daddy whispered, finally showing me his dazzling smile.
"I've got an interesting idea for an after dinner drink," I said, filling my glass half-full with wine. Though the waiter was keeping a close eye on us, when he turned his back for a second I put the glass below the table.
"What the hell are you doing?" Daddy asked.
"Jack yourself off in my glass. If I can't suck you off, at least I'll be able to taste your cum."
"This is insanity, you know that?"
"Of course I know that. I also know that you've got a hard cock below the table that isn't going to go down unless you blow your wad. That's a fact we've got to deal with, so why don't we deal with it as imaginatively and pleasurably as possible?"
Daddy touched the rim of my glass with his cockhead while aiming his prick downward. He fisted his cock slowly, running his fingers over the hot, sensitive flesh. Finally I saw his face go completely void of expression, then heard faint splashing sounds in my glass.
"Awwwwww!" he moaned, leaning back in the booth. "I needed to cum, but I never thought I'd have to jack myself off."
I brought the glass above the table and there were several long, string blobs of jism in the wine. I swirled the wine in the glass, causing the jism to spin slowly in the stemmed glass. At Daddy's age he didn't cum as much as John, but he shot enough spunk to give me a good mouthful of cream.
"This is the kind of after-dinner drink that I should have every night," I said, staring at the spunk in my wine. "Watch me, Daddy. Watch me as I drink your cum."
I turned to Daddy, seeing him glance down at my exposed snatch. "Later you can have my cunt," I told him. "For now, just watch how much I love your cum. I want it now, but not as much as I'll want it tomorrow."
I stared into my father's eyes, then threw the wine down my throat. The combination of wine and spunk was even better than spunk and cuntjuice. With a big swallow I took the whole thing down, then licked my glistening lips.
"Now why don't you pay the bill and we'll see how fast we can get your cock up again? There's a lot of my body you still have to explore."
Daddy left a very generous tip for the waiter and we left the restaurant. Within minutes we were in his hotel room, hugging and kissing on the big double bed.
"Oh, Daddy, this is like a dream come true for me," I murmured, unbuttoning his vest while he unbuttoned the top of my uniform. I wiggled out of it and stood up to let Daddy look at me, now dressed in just a garter belt and hose.
"Your body is even better than your mother's was when she was your age," Daddy said, staring at my tits. He stripped out of his vest and shirt and started on his pants before I stopped him.
"Let me do it," I said, getting on my knees near the bed. I took his shoes off, then unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants and shorts off. Finally I took his socks off and started sucking on his toes.
"I've never had anyone do that," Daddy whispered, leaning back on his elbows. "Christ! That feels good."
I sucked on all of his toes one at a time, then slowly licked up his legs until I reached his crotch. His limp cock hung down, small and lifeless. I scratched Daddy's thighs with my fingernails and bent forward, licking the tip of his cock. I ran my tongue over the head and top side until I felt it began to stir, becoming aroused from my hot, pink tongue.
"My God, you're pretty. Oh, sweet Amber, lick it. Suck me until I get hard and then we'll stick it in your pussy."
"Yes, Daddy, I'll suck your cock. I'll fuck you and fuck you and fuck you." I bobbed my head over his cock, getting it good and moist with my spit, then let it slip from my mouth. Taking his balls in my hand, I tucked one of the nuggets in my mouth and sucked on it as I jerked on his prick. It didn't take long for his cock to be fully hard, throbbing and beating with the lusty fire in his heart.
I got on the bed again and Daddy pulled me close, kissing me hard on the lips. We sucked on each other's tongue as he got in position between my parted legs. I reached down, grabbed his cock and guided it to my warm, puffy cuntlips. His prick slipped in immediately, splitting my twat wide.
"Ohhhhhh," I hissed, feeling his hard cock plunge deep into my cunt. I hooked my ankles together, locking him close to me. "Fuck me, Daddy! Give me everything you've got!"
Though Daddy might not be able to cum as much as a younger man, age had given him the cocksmanship young men just don't have. He stabbed his prick into me from the right, then from the left. I wiggled my hips, urging his cock to spit out the hot cream I needed so badly. My clit was on fire, pulsing with the fast pounding of my heart.
Daddy pushed his hands between our bodies to press my firm tits down even harder against my chest. He squeezed the ample mounds of titflesh as his hips rocked up and down, throwing his rigid prick into my snatch until his balls flopped against my upturned ass.
As we kissed Daddy flooded my twat with cum. He moaned softly as his balls jerked out the jism I so desired. And, when his climax subsided, my insides were nice and warm from his hot cum.
"Mnnnmmmmm! That was wonderful, Daddy! You really know how to use your cock."
"Your mother doesn't think so. I use every trick I know of to make her respond and still she just lies there, eyes wide open as she stares at the ceiling."
He rolled off me and I sucked his cock clean of my juices as it shrunk in size. Daddy was soon asleep and I was dressed in my uniform, waiting for a cab to take me home where Jeff would be sleeping.