I was sure dad hadn't had a woman since mom left, so that was a consideration for two things. The first was that we were even doing it, I mean it took almost no encouragement from me to get his attention, he was way overdue. Second, since we were having sex for the first time, he was long on passion, but short on stamina. My dad screwed me maybe seven or eight minutes before he tried to pull out, I grabbed his ass to hold him in place but he resisted, "Liv, let go, I'm gonna cum."
Dad didn't know I was on the Pill so I assured him, "It's okay." I put a hand on the back of his head and pulled it down so I could kiss his ear, "Do it daddy, inside." His entire body went stiff, he jammed deep, then I felt his cock pulsing. My pussy got hot and started seeping semen past his erection, down the crack of my ass to the seat of the car. I swooned with the feeling of my father ejaculating.
I didn't have an orgasm but that didn't matter, I was content that he emptied his balls. Dad pushed off me, his eyes filled with worry, his hormones were dripping from my pussy, no longer controlling his libido; "Jesus girl, what the hell did we just do!?" He sat up and looked at the mess between my legs, "I'm so sorry Liv, I don't know what the hell got into me," he was rigid with fear for what we had done.
I got off my back then reached for my father and pulled him into a hug, "It's okay, you don't have to worry," my lips caressed his ear when I said, "I know exactly what got into me."
He pushed away, "Liv, I ----"
I put two fingers on his lips to shut off the protest, "Dad, it's okay," I insisted. I kissed him on the cheek and assured him, "you don't have to be afraid for me, or us, not at all." I was still being forward as hell, but I spoke the truth, I was not ashamed that I seduced him.
Not-At-All.
He leaned back to look into my eyes and saw nothing but the truth, "You can't know how much I love you girl."
Not only was I not ashamed, but I was also not done. I had some orgasms locked up in my body and I needed him to unlock them. I was on a roll, I didn't want the evening to stop, so I put a hand on his cheek, kissed him lightly on the mouth, and said "Then take me home and show me more how much you love me."
The ten-minute ride home was quiet, we didn't talk but I laid on his lap again and toyed with the outline of his prick while he drove. By the time we got to the garage, he was ready for another session with his daughter. I let him lead me to his bedroom where I said, "I'll be right back" and went to the adjoining bath to clean up and undress. When I stepped into the bedroom again, I was naked, he was seeing my nudity for the first time since I was a toddler. I felt some modesty as he looked me up and down from my feet to my hair, five feet and ten inches from the floor.
I'm pretty sure one reason my mother ended up married to Mr. Logan was her beauty, physical, and internal. I was fortunate enough to inherit many of her attributes, including a body to kill for. I was nude and dad's expression as he looked me up and down made me appreciate my mother's genes. He was still in his briefs and shirt so I protested with a smile, "Dad, I'm not going to let you screw me like that, take everything off." He stripped his shirt and shorts as he gawked at me. I looked at what he revealed, my dad exercises regularly, he is firm and fit even at his age, and his boner stuck out a mile; I thought, 'If mom left that for another man, Mr. Logan must be a fucking god'. My heart started thudding and I got wetter between the legs thinking about what I was about to do that beautiful display of manhood. I bounced on the bed, rolled to my back, then made a silent offer with spread legs and outstretched arms. Daddy was over me in an instant, he rammed his cock full in then we spent the next half hour wrecking his bed. By the time he came the second time that night, I had a series of little orgasms until I was damn near crippled with a final climax that made me cramp so hard, I lifted my father off the bed with my hips and begged him to cum. After my father went to sleep, I went to my bed for the rest of the night, I didn't know how he would react when he woke up sober and I was still with him.
The next morning dad made me breakfast. He'd had time to think about what we'd done and was feeling guilty again. I wasn't, I was still drifting on currents of euphoria but I didn't tell him that. He expressed deep remorse that he had drunkenly taken advantage of his drunk daughter; I took advantage of his guilt. I managed to steer the guilt trip to my needing an advance on my allowance. Dad fished out his wallet and gave me two twenties. I got the feeling he felt absolved by giving me the cash, but no matter, I was happy with the money. By the time we'd finished our pancakes, we were relating on a father/daughter level again.
When payday came dad gave me my $50 allowance. I looked up at him, "That's too much, you only owe me ten."
"No sweetheart, this is right, what I gave you before was because I love you."
With the revelation that the $40 was above and beyond, I teased impishly, "Don't you mean, because you loved me?" Dad blushed as he turned away.
We returned to a normal home life. Evidently I had jump-started his sex drive because dad began dating a woman he met online. I was messing around with Todd, Brian, and Irene, separately or together in two, three, or four-person parties. But I couldn't get the extra money out of my head, how I had gotten it. I earned it with my body, I earned it by fucking my father. Over the next few weeks, the idea grew, a seedling taking root and growing on the fertile plains of my mind. Would my father be willing to increase my allowance if I screwed him again? I mean, I fuck Todd for love, Brian and Irene for fun, but I wouldn't mind fucking my dad for money (and some fun). The more I thought about it, the more my pussy tingled, the more I was determined to approach him for a raise.
"Daddy?"
"Huh, what?"
"Can we talk?"
He shifted his eyes from the TV to me, "My time is yours, sweetheart, what do you want?"
"It's about my allowance and the job list."
He looked a little puzzled but said "Okay, uh, what's on your mind?"
"That last sentence, Other duties as assigned. What other duties did you have in mind?"
"I don't know; clean the car sometimes, maybe trim the rose bushes. Whatever comes up."
Perfect, 'whatever comes up' was exactly my intent, "I could use a little more allowance and I have some Other Duty suggestions that might help." My heart was tripping a million beats a second when I held out a piece of paper to him. He unfolded the note and looked at what I had added under the line 'Other duties as assigned':
Strip for you
Masturbate you/for you
Oral
Shower/bathe together
Seduce me/you
Anything/Everything: As Assigned
That was all I put on the list but just those few ideas were enough to let my dad know I would be fully involved with him if he was willing to pay. My father read the list silently then looked up at me, his brow was knitted with concern, "You know Liv, there are words to describe women who do this stuff for money, do you want to be labeled that way?"
That he didn't flip out when he read the list, encouraged me, "Daddy, this is just between you and me, I'm not going out on the street with this list pinned to my chest like a nametag. You can call me anything you want; I'll do anything you want, but it stays in the house."
The worry lines smoothed out, "How much extra are you looking for on the allowance?"
I sat on my father's lap, put my arms around his neck then cooed in his ear, "I don't know dad, how much am I worth?"
He put a hand under my skirt, felt up my leg to the junction of my thighs then offered, "Let's go to my room and work out the details." The touch of his fingers between my legs let me know that earning extra money was not going to be a chore for me. As my father took me to his bedroom I thought of Irene and how she was complaining about her after-school job didn't pay enough. Dad is not poor; his little company makes damn good money, maybe my father could help supplement her income too; but that night, it was me that sucked a hundred-dollar bonus from his balls. The next morning neither of us felt any remorse or hesitancy to face the other. As we talked over breakfast, he told me had been thinking sexually about me ever since the night in the car. I confessed to being on the Pill and my affair with Todd and Brian (but not Irene). Dad and I moved into a close intimacy, a new phase in our relationship. We did not become romantic lovers; we remained father and daughter, involved in a mutually satisfying business association.