Daughter On A Pussy Pedestal

When I was twenty-one I got into an interesting situation with my dad that I never expected to happen in a million years. A couple of times a year, me, my mom, and my dad would take a car trip from our home in upstate New York to the east end of Long Island to visit my aunt and uncle in The Hamptons. We usually stayed out there for a few days and took in the sights around town. The problem is, my mom and dad had a few arguments and were simply not getting along a week before the planned trip, and were going to cancel it. My mom pulled me aside and encouraged me to go with my dad without her.

“Mel (my name is Melanie), you and your father go. We seriously need a break from each other. Do me this favor.”

Hm, just me and my dad? I thought it would be awkward without my mom there as a social buffer, especially that it was at least a 5 hour car trip. Then again, it might be cool, my dad was a fun guy and I enjoyed hanging out with him. You know what? Let's do this, maybe we'll have some father-daughter bonding.

My dad was 43 at the time, still an attractive man, youthful and hip, and a good father. I had a little crush on him, but it was your normal dad-crush that girls have and nothing out of the ordinary. Well, mostly normal. He lightly flirted with me a few times over the years, and I flirted back, but it was playful and subtle. I occasionally had fantasies involving him, but they were minor, like him “accidentally” seeing me naked while I was getting dressed in my room. We would say oops, get embarrassed, and the fantasy would be over, but the thought of my dad seeing me naked excited me. I attempted to try fantasies with sexual contact but my mind just wouldn’t go there, it’s like I was afraid the thought police would see it, tell everyone, and I’d die of humiliation, plus it just felt... wrong.

******

We set out on our drive to the Hamptons, and it was a tradition to stop off at Coney Island in Brooklyn to go on the rollercoaster there called the Cyclone. My dad was in love with this thing. I went on once when I was younger and vowed to never go on again, it’s an old as hell, rickety pile of wood that sounded as if it was going to fall apart at any moment, which is exactly what my dad loved about it. He used to go on with my mom, but now that she wasn’t there he begged me to go on with him.

We sat in a seat together, and after the terrifying first drop, it goes into turns that throw you around like a rag doll. I was screaming like a little girl, and my dad grabs me, puts his arm around me, and holds me tight. I buried myself into him and felt safe. It sounds corny, but his strong arm around me was as exciting as the actual ride itself, and it caused some sexual stirring inside me. Afterwards, we walked around Coney Island and he made fun of me and made me laugh, at times I felt like I was his girlfriend. It was odd but I liked it.

Back in the car and on our way, our conversation remained topical and fairly stilted, but things loosened up after we talked about my ex-boyfriend Tyler, who I had recently broken up with after a few months. He was concerned now that I was single and dating again.

“I’m gonna just come out and be blunt here. You’re careful right? About using protection and all that?” he asked.

I smiled and shook my head. “Dad, yes. I’m twenty-one, I know these things.”

“I know, just making sure. Can’t be said enough.”

I decided to say something really silly to see how he’d react.

“I’m still a virgin anyway soo..”

He laughed as if I was being ridiculous.

“Excuse me, what’s with the laughing?!” I said playfully

We both started cracking up.

“Mel... come on.”

“Why are you so sure?” I asked.

“You don’t think your mother and I talk?”

“What did she tell you?”

“Put it this way, I know you’re not... a virgin. It’s not like she went into details or anything.”

“I hope not!” My cheeks were red but this unprecedented conversation was titillating!

“Anyway!” he blurted out. “Just do me a favor and stay away from bad boys.”

“Like you?”

“Me? I’m a nice guy.”

“Oh yeah? You know what mom always says, after you first met her you ignored her. It drove her crazy.”

“That’s not being a bad boy, that’s knowing how to pick up chicks.” He chuckled.

“Oh really! What what else did you do Mr. Stud?”

“Quiet, little girl,” he said in a stern voice which surprised me and made me recoil.

“Hey!”

“Just kidding. See, that’s being a bad boy.”

“Oh my god, you jerk.” I smiled.

“And that’s proof it worked, when a girl calls a guy a jerk, he should take it as compliment.”

“Is that so?”

“Yep, as the old saying goes, chicks dig jerks. It’s proven by studies.”

My dad had me giggling.

“Oh, that reminds me, chicks like to laugh too,” he said.

I liked that he was indirectly calling me a chick.

“You’re a regular womanizer, huh,” I said sarcastically.

“Ah, I’m out of practice, that’s what happens when you get married.”

“Mom’s a lucky woman.”

“Aw, thank you.”

 There was a pause in our conversation and I was stumped as to what to say next. I wanted to keep the risqué vibe going so I pretended to wipe something off my shirt, right where my boobs were. I kept doing it get his attention, and then I adjusted my bra, just enough so my boobs moved up and down but not to where it was egregious; a girl performing the fine art of maintaining plausible deniability. From the corner of my eye I see his head turn in my direction, I pretended not to notice and kept pulling on my bra to “fix” it. Excitement went though my body and my nipples got hard, I felt so naughty! Why am I doing this? I can’t believe I’m trying to flirt with my dad.

He turned his head back toward the road, then back to me again for another quick look. He must have been intrigued, or maybe he was weirded out. I don’t know.

I went even further and began dusting off an imaginary substance from my tight blue jeans. I had to open my legs to do it because, what do you know, it was on the inside of my thigh! I looked at my pussy area and I liked the way my jeans defined my little mound. I waited for him to look.

He did and laughed. “What’s going on over there?”

“I have some lint on me.”

“Oh.”

I got some courage to continue the conversation, and I kept my legs comfortably open.

“By the way, I don’t dig jerks.”

“Yes you do,” he said.

“How do you know?”

“Most girls do.”

“I’m not most girls.”

“Yeah, that reminds me of another saying: don’t listen to what women say, watch what they do.”

“What does that mean?”

“Well, for example, notice that you broke up with Tyler. From what I could tell, he seemed like a real decent guy, and coming from me, that means a lot. He had his shit together, he was good-looking... everything.”

“You don’t know why I broke up with him.”

“Why then?” he asked

“I don’t know.. he was just too...”

“Nice?”

I laughed. “Nooo, he was just... boring.”

“Haha, same thing. You know, “jerk” doesn’t mean some total asshole. It’s a guy with charm, knows how to push a girl’s buttons... and is not afraid to take her off the pedestal. Between you and me, that’s what I did with your mom.”

“And me?”

“Please, your pedestal is made out of reinforced concrete. It’s an immovable object, really high too.”

“Shut up. I’m not like that... I'm not conceited, or full of myself.”

“I'm kidding. I have no desire to knock my precious daughter off her pussy pedestal.”

My eyes widened and I looked at him like he was crazy. “What!?”

He cracked up. “Oh shit, that slipped out. Pretend I didn’t say that.”

“I can’t believe you said that!”

“I can’t believe it either. Let’s move on.”

We sat there quietly in amused discomfort and I was struck by a sudden epiphany. That’s why my mom was attracted to my dad all these years, and it's why I was attracted to him: my father is, or at least was, a bad boy! A jerk! But the good kind of jerk, the kind “chicks dig”. He was great to me as a dad, but he never took my shit. He always knew exactly how to tease me, and push my buttons, but never in a mean way, I’d always be giggling at the end. I was also a little intimidated by him. 

And he just referred to my pussy. Did he picture it in his mind when he said it? If I was a little wet down there I wouldn’t be surprised, I felt a tingle. I wasn’t going to let him off the hook.

“I’m not on a pussy pedestal.” I pleaded my case.

“Hey, hey, watch the language.”

“You just said it before!”

“That’s me. It’s odd you saying it.”

“Pussy,” I said defiantly. It felt erotic hearing myself say it in front of my dad.

He shook his head and smiled. “You’re a bad girl.”

“And you’re a bad boy.”

“Please, I handed in my so-called bad boy card a long time ago. Anyway, you can’t just be on a... vagina pedestal, a guy has to put you there, like Tyler did, the poor fella. When a guy is whipped, he’s a slave to the vaj. He can’t think straight, the girl runs the show. She loses respect for him. Doesn’t make for a good relationship.”

“So let me get this straight,” I said. “Basically what you’re saying, in plain language, is Tyler worshiped and loved my pussy.” I died laughing that I just said that out loud. My dad burst out laughing too.

When he recovered, he said “You know what, yeah. That’s what I was saying.”

He looked a little embarrassed and turned up the radio. I could tell he wanted to move on. All the discussion about my pussy was getting me really horny. That conversation was surreal. Something about being in a long car trip with my dad, without my mom, reawakened the long dormant sexual tension between us. It was a private, intimate atmosphere. Flirting with him was so dangerous and arousing, I couldn’t stop. If I could break through his defenses it would make me feel so powerful, it would be the ultimate seduction. He’s the only man who challenged me.

******

We arrived at our destination, my aunt and uncle’s house in East Hampton. We stayed there for a couple of hours, talked, ate dinner, and they told us we could stay the night instead of wasting money at the hotel my dad set up. No! Staying here would ruin all my plans! To my relief, he politely declined. We left their house, and since it was late we had no time to do any sight seeing, so we went to the hotel, a nice place with an elegant cocktail lounge.

“Ah, after we get settled in the room, I’m gonna come down and have a drink,” my dad said.

So am I, I thought. We got to the room and there was two full sized beds, and it finally sunk in, I’m going to be sharing a hotel room with my dad, so whatever happens, it’s going to be interesting. We got our shit together, washed up and I changed into tight black jeans and a button down white shirt with a healthy, but classy amount of cleavage showing. We went down to the bar.

“What do you want doll? One drink for you.”

“Dad, I’m not a kid. I’ll take a vodka and cranberry.” It wasn’t lost on me that he called me “doll”. Being that we were on Long Island, he ordered a Long Island Iced Tea. Silly man.

“Let’s shoot some pool,” he said.

We did, and naturally, my dad was good at pool too. If you look up masculine in the dictionary, you’ll see a picture of my dad there. When he chalked up his cue stick, he did it all cool-like.

“Your shot babe.”

I was waiting for a shot right in front of where he was sitting, and sure enough I finally got one. I bent over and gave him a nice view of my small, but cute round ass. When I had a shot on the opposite side of the table, I made sure he got a nice view down my shirt. As the games went on I gave him an entertaining show, but I didn’t make it too obvious, I was still trying to maintain my plausible deniability, at least if by threads, because although he looked at me with the vaguest hint of desire, I still couldn’t really tell what he was thinking about all this. The last thing on Earth I wanted was to make a wrong move and be rejected by my dad. How humiliating that would be. Life long.

“I need another drink, be right back,” he said as he walked toward the bar.

“Dad”, I called out and gave him puppy dog eyes and pouty lips. He smiled.

“All right, one more. Vodka and cranberry?”

“Yes.”

We ended up playing pool for an hour, and once again I felt like I was hanging out with my boyfriend. The stylish, upscale atmosphere of the cocktail lounge and our buzz from the drinks heightened the sexual tension.

“All right Mel, nice games. Let’s head up.”

As soon as he said that my anticipation and nervousness went through the roof. We get to the room and I turned on the tv. He put on the shorts that he sleeps in, no shirt, and he looked, dare I say, sexy, and he plopped down on the bed. Well, this is it, time for me to make one big, bold move before this night was through. It’s do or die. 

I had an idea. I went to the bathroom to put on my pj bottoms, and I took off my shirt, leaving me wearing a somewhat sheer bra covering my medium sized, but pretty nice boobs (I think). I’m going out there like this. Fuck it! I walk out in my pj and bra wearing glory, wavy brown hair resting on my bare shoulders, looking sexy, I hope, and pretend I’m getting something from the draw near the tv. He had a good view.

He chuckled. “Mel...”

“Yeah?”

“Wow.”

My face must have looked like a tomato. “What?”

“Nothing... this is just... a sight I’m not used to. Is that how you’re gonna sleep?”

I looked down at myself. “You mean with a bra? No, why?”

“Wait, you’re gonna sleep without a bra?”

“Well, yeah. But with a shirt.”

The look on his face was priceless. Amusement, shock... and desire? I’m pretty sure I saw him lick his lips. I fiddled around still pretending to look for god knows what, I went to the night table right near his bed, and it felt exhilarating to be this close to my dad with only a bra on.

“What are you looking for?” he asked, as his eyes followed my every move. I could feel them burning into me and my sudden power over him was intoxicating.

“Nothing, I’m gonna put my earrings in here.” I sat on the bed and faced in his direction. I took my earrings off slowly, hoping the constant sight of his daughter's tits would wear him down, and then what? I wasn’t sure. I needed him to do something, I was dangling off a cliff here.

“Mel.”

“What?”

“What are you doing?”

The serious tone of his voice made my heart sink and the blood leave my face. “Taking off my earrings, why?”

“Maybe you should put a shirt on.”

“I am, sorry.” I got up and went to the bathroom and felt like an idiot. I fucked up. I read this whole shit wrong. I’m a terrible daughter. This is awful. I took off my bra, looked at myself and my tits in the mirror, managed to actually think “your loss dad”, and put my shirt on. Wait a minute...

Wait a minute here. You’re kidding me. I think my dad just knocked me off the pussy pedestal. That bastard!

I closed my eyes tight for a moment, took a deep breath, then went out and laid on the bed. He was staring at me intently.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, why?” I had a tear running down me cheek.

“I’m not stupid. Come here.” He sat on the edge of his bed and patted his hand by his side, motioning me to sit there.

I felt like a nervous little girl and I got up and sat next to him.

“Melanie, you’re a doll. When you walked out... I’ve never seen you like that. You’re a stunning girl, and I love you... but... you’re my daughter.”

Now the water works were turning on. More tears rolled down. He smiled, put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me into him, which I guess was supposed to defuse the situation, but instead my tit pressed against his side and I felt more buzzing in my pussy. He kissed the top of my head, then held my chin with his fingers and turned me toward him. He looked into my watery, sad puppy eyes.

“Okay?”

Suddenly I got annoyed. It came out of nowhere. “You know dad, you flirted with me. It’s not like you’re innocent. Or is this the whole bad boy act? To turn me into a crying mess?”

He was taken aback. “What are you talking about? You keep going on with this bad boy thing. I haven’t flirted with you.”

“Oh bullshit.” I pushed him away and got up. I walked across the room to the dresser and spun around. I saw him look me up and down. “See? Why do you look at me like that? You looked at me when I was younger. You do it now. You put your arm around me. You tease me. Everything.”

“Yes, I look at you sometimes. You’re fucking beautiful. But so what, it’s harmless. It’s not like I have my tongue hanging out. You constantly flirt with me. Playing pool, those were some nice shots you made, although I couldn’t see them with your cute ass conveniently in the way. You did it in the car on the way here, Mrs. Bra Fixer. Hey, did you ever get that stuff off your pants by the way?”

I felt a laugh welling up within me. I was desperately trying to contain it but it poured out. Bastard, he got me again. He laughed too. I shook my head and put my hands on my hips.

“You’re cute when you’re mad,” he said. “You know what I want to do?”

“What?”

“Throw you on that bed and fuck you.”

My jaw dropped.

“Come here mad girl.”

He got up and walked toward me. I didn’t budge but my body started shaking. He grabbed the bottom of my shirt, lifted it over my head and took it off, and looked at my bare tits with intense desire. With the back of his fingers he caressed the soft, round outer areas, but stayed away from my nipples. They were so hard it almost hurt. Tease! He grabbed my shoulders and walked me backwards until I was pressed against the wall. The cravings in my pussy came on strong, I needed something in there, bad.

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes.”

“Okay little slut, you win.”

I furrowed my brow. “Dad!”

“I’m kidding babe.” He chuckled. “It’s the bad boy thing, try to play along here. You’re my little slut, better?

“Better.” I smiled.

He suddenly swooped my legs out from under me and carried me to the bed, and placed me down gently. I felt like a vulnerable little lamb, wondering what he had in store for me. He pulled down my pjs and panties without hesitating, so much for foreplay I thought, but we’ve had foreplay for years now, no need. This is it, my dad is going to see my pussy. I felt insecure but thrilled. I had my knees up and I opened my legs enough to give him a clear view of my glistening clit and labia. He stared at it, motionless.

“Wow,” was all he managed to say.

“What?” I whispered, still feeling a little insecure.

He didn’t answer and held my panties up to his face and took a deep breath.

I smiled. “Dad, don’t do that.” 

“Don’t worry babe. Your scent is... so good. It’s different. My daughter's scent. I don’t know how to explain it.”

He didn’t waste time and quickly moved his head between my legs, kissing my inner thighs, and working his way up to my shaved mound, pressing his lips against it, peppering the area around my labia with little kisses, teasing me... my hips and back were convulsing at his touch, and I was breathing heavy. My clit was aching for his tongue, by now I was soaked, and he enclosed my labia within his mouth, sucking it, then sliding his tongue up and down, flicking my clit, driving me wild. I closed my eyes tight, and the hotel room disappeared from my mind, I was in a haze of intense pleasure.

After a few minutes, he got up and knelt beside me.

“You taste so good. Here.”

He slid two fingers in my wet hole, and brought them up to my mouth and smeared my juices all over my lips, and I sucked on his fingers. I’ve tasted myself before, but this was different, and yes, I love the way I taste. Gets me so hot. 

“Melanie...”

“Yeah...”

He put his mouth by my ear and whispered “I want to fuck your tight, wet cunt.”

He looked at me and waited for my reaction. A jolt went through me but a sensuous “mmm... sounds good” was all I had.

“I was trying some dirty talk with my daughter.” He chuckled.

I smiled. “I liked it. Yes... please.. fuck your daughter's cunt. I’m daddy's dirty little whore. Your filthy fuck doll. I want my dad’s hard cock deep inside me.” I paused. “Good?”

He laughed and said, “Very nice babe.”

He gets up and walks over to the dresser. What the? He shuffles around and ends up with a condom in his hand. That’s a good idea, no way we should fuck without a condom, but wait a second...

“Why did you bring condoms?”, I said with a playfully accusatory tone.

He didn’t answer and instead looked at me with a sly smile. That dirty dog, he knew was gonna fuck me didn’t he, or at least he was gonna try. I wasn’t offended, that would be silly. Actually, it had the opposite effect of turning me on even more.

He stood by the bed and pulled down his shorts and boxers, and I saw my fathers cock for the first time. It was beautiful, and I wanted it in my mouth, now, I was tired of passively laying here. I sat on the bed in front of him, surprising him, and wrapped my hand it around it and rubbed it all over my face; my cheeks, my forehead, and then my neck. He threw his head back and moaned. I put the tip in my mouth, teasing him, tasting pre-cum, mmm, and slid my wet mouth all the way down, closing my eyes so I could concentrate on feeling the texture of his skin on my lips. I slobbered all over his cock like a hungry bitch, getting his juices and my saliva all over my face, as he held my head in his hands and fucked my mouth. I listened to his heavy breaths and moans... I loved having this control over my dad!

“You like that?”

“Yeah baby.”

He took his cock out of my mouth, wiped it off a bit, and put on the condom. He prompted me to lay on the bed, but I got up and walked over to the wall, and leaned my back against it.

“Fuck me like this.”

He walked over, grabbed my ass and lowered himself, I lifted my leg to help, and he slid his stiff cock right in, no hesitation, no slow love making, right in deep, almost angrily. It hurt, but an exquisite hurt, my pussy, his daughter’s cunt, desperately needed this all day. I got light headed, almost could have passed out, finally having my dad’s cock deep inside me. My mouth opened wide and I grabbed his shoulders and held tight, probably making some marks with my nails. He squeezed my ass and lifted my naked body higher against the wall, my legs were wrapped around him, and he fucked me faster, smashing my mound and hips. I was so lost in overwhelming bodily pleasure I think I actually drooled. Not too sexy, but I didn’t care. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the image of his cock penetrating my hole below my clit, I focused on the friction against my pink insides as he pumped in and out, I wanted to feel every ounce of it, and hear the sounds of my sloppy wet pussy, the orgasmic union of dad and daughter, so forbidden and taboo, but unlike anything else.

Then he stopped. We were sweating and breathing heavily, and he looked at me. He was still deep inside and holding me up with his hips and hands, and I took the weight off with my arms clasped around his back.

“I need a minute,” he said.

He stared into my eyes, which I’m sure were glassy and spaced out by now, and he lightly kissed me. I realized it was the first time we’ve kissed. Honestly, it felt strange at first, which sounds crazy considering we were fucking, he ate my pussy, and I sucked his cock. There’s something different about breaking the kiss barrier with your dad; kissing is very intimate, personal, your faces are together. But he did it slow, locking my top lip, then my bottom lip, loosening me up, and I took the initiative and slid my tongue in his mouth. We broke down and began tonguing like lovers... maybe because we were lovers now. He was fucking me again, but slowly this time, easy and smooth, and so wonderful. Now we were making love. 

He picked up the pace, slowly but steadily until he was pounding me furiously again, so much so that I was basically bouncing on his cock. I felt my body building up to orgasm, pulsing, coming on like a rush, my cunt was burning and my clit was throbbing.

“I'm gonna come,” I informed him between uncontrollable moans.

I dug my nails deeply into his back, poor guy, but I’m sure he liked it, he was eyeing me intently, as if he wanted to watch his daughter's face as she came. That thrilled me, I wanted him to see it, and my body tensed and exploded into a long, tumultuous orgasm, and then I was bouncing around like a limp rag doll, completely and utterly spent. I think I drooled again.

He pulled his cock out and put me down, and took the condom off. I got down on my knees and jerked him off, twisted my hand around, massaged his balls, and enclosed my mouth around it and sucked him moving back and forth as fast as I could. He held my brown hair and my head tightly and let out a series of long moans, his cock convulsed in my mouth, and I felt the hot cum spurting on my tongue and the back of my throat. Oh, tasted so good. I swallowed all of it, and I’ve never done that before. I made my dad come, the power of that flowed through me.

We caught our breath and collected ourselves, and I stood up. We embraced for a long while, and there was no place I'd rather be at that moment, buried in his arms.

******

A half hour later, we were all washed up and refreshed, and we laid on his bed, on our sides and face to face, two lovers having a forbidden affair in East Hampton, Long Island.

“So, I guess you did knock me off the pussy pedestal, huh.” I poked his chest.

He grinned. “Did I?”

“Yeah, when I walked out in the bra, you basically told me take a hike.”

“Haha, take a hike? I wouldn’t quite put it that way. But when I saw you crying, it really got to me. So I guess you got right back on the pedestal.”

“Yep,” I said. “There's one thing though.”

“What’s that?”

“You don’t actually think those tears were real... do you?”