Without warning she planted a big kiss right on my lips as she spun around to hug me by the neck.
Houses: What was that for?
Carol: Just because you are being so nice to me.
Houses: I treat you and Zoe the same, you are both like my daughters.
Carol: I miss the times when daddy used to take me out alone, just me and him.
Houses: Your dad used to take you out alone? Just the two of you?
Carol: Yeah, it would be like a date. Daddy was so good looking, all the girls at my school swooned over him but he only had eyes for me.
Houses: He only had eyes for you?
Carol: All my friends would be trying to flirt with him whenever he picked me up from school, they would try to get lifts from him and whilst in the car would be up to all sorts of shenanigans.
Houses: Oh really? Like what?
Carol: There was this one time, there was a girl from my class called Amy, she liked daddy a lot, she would purposely sit at the back seat and give him looks up her skirt, that slut! I caught daddy looking.
Houses: We are men, of course we look.
Carol: Amy even tried to drop suggestive hints to my dad. When is he going to take us swimming at the club. Can he take “us” out for lunch/coffee.. you name it. I am so proud dad never took the bait. Whenever he would drop Amy off, he would turn to me and say I only have eyes for you baby girl. To which I replied then why do you look up Amy’s skirts?! Daddy would brush it off. Then one day after one such incident, I decided that I would flirt with daddy myself. So after dropping Amy off at the MRT station, we would go through our usual banter and when he turned to say I only have eyes for you, I had pulled my skirt up giving him a glimpse of my white panty.
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TS, just want to express again my support for the wonderful story. Keep it coming!
Thank you!
I had pulled my skirt up giving him a glimpse of my white panty.
Carol: The first time I did that, daddy was quite taken aback. He asked my why I did it. I just said, I did not like him looking up Amy’s skirts and did not like him looking at Amy’s panty. If he had to look at anything, it would be mine. He was quite flabbergasted. It took daddy quite a few months to get used to the idea.
Houses: .. erm.. what?! You mean you did that? But you did not need to. I find it hard to believe that your dad would ogle you.
Carol: At first it was hard for daddy. But then it became normal. In the end he even liked it.
Houses: But what pushed you into doing it? What was the thought behind that?
Carol: At first I was just jealous of Amy, that my daddy would be looking at that slut and not me.
Houses: But you are his daughter. I am sure he would not look at you that way.
Carol: But deep down, I wanted him to. I fancied daddy as he was so handsome, so accomplished. No guys I have met are like him. He kept himself in good shape. Daddy and I used to go to the gym together you know. He was my training partner. He was so chiseled and buff.
That Mark was. He was always in prime physical condition. He was the reason I was fit as it was at his insistence that I started getting fit myself, but I was never as fit as he was. Try as I might, I could not quite get the definition that Mark got.
Carol: Most of the girls at the gym would always look at daddy. They always teased him but kept their distance as they assumed that I was his girlfriend. Little did that know he was my dad.
Houses: Don’t you think that is a bit harsh? I mean most guys you meet are in JC and just going to the army, your dad is more than twice their age?
Carol: I know right? At first I thought it was sick, and I struggled with it for the longest time, I thought I was abnormal. (in my mind I was thinking she was) But the feelings would not go away. Who knows what would happen if my mum ever found out.
Houses: You mean you did more than just flash your panty?
Carol: Yes. I did.
Houses: Mind sharing with me?
Carol: Only if you don’t tell mum. One day, mum had already gone to sleep and daddy came home drunk from a dinner meeting. He stumbled into my room and lay down on my bed and called me by my mum’s name. At first I tried to tell him I was Carol not mum, but he kept calling me Yvonne. He was talking to me about his work deals and the dinner and as it was just talk, I just sat there and listened. He would occasionally caress my thigh but did no more than that as he described in detail the boring dinner meeting he had and as it was unsuccessful as the clients still wanted more time before they would consider signing the contract. At that point he was quite pissed off saying that the company had already spent so much money in wooing this client. I did not know what to say so just sat there. I did notice that he was sporting a raging boner though.
Houses: Did you say anything about that?
Carol: No, I just sat there, daddy continued to ramble on, his hands going higher up my thighs, pushing up my oversized sleeping T-shirt as I was only wearing a panty and no bra. Thankfully the room was dim so he would not see clearly. But he was still thinking I was mum. Eventually, he pushed the hem of my T-shirt high enough to allow him to see my panty. He just froze there for a minute.
Houses: Did he know who you were then?
Houses: Did he know who you were then?
Carol: I am not sure whether he did or not. He just froze and then kept going. His hands moved higher and higher up my thighs till his fingertips touched the elastic band of my panties where the leg hole was.
Houses: You did not try to stop him?!
I was feigning incredulity to cover my real intentions of course, Carol would be 18 soon and I did want her for myself. So I was being selfish, playing the long game to see where it would get me. I knew I could have Yvonne, but I really wanted Carol.
Carol: I did not know what to do myself, I was frozen on the spot. I did try to call out once or twice daddy! But he had this glazed look on his face, like he could not hear me anymore. He was like a zombie, moving in automation.
Houses: Surely you tried to move away getup from the bed?
Carol: Daddy by that time had my nightshirt up exposing my nether regions for him to see. Without warning, he buried his face at my vagina and took a deep whiff. His nose touching my womanhood pushing against my clitoris.
Houses: How did you feel?
Carol: Torn. I wanted to run but at the same time, I wanted daddy to want me.
Houses: Still the after effects of jealousy from Amy?
Carol: No by that time I had gotten over it. I wanted daddy. But it was so taboo, so sinful.
Houses: Then what happened?
Carol: Daddy’s hands came around and grabbed my butt pulling me closer to him and he began sucking on the cotton crotch area of my panty, in no time, it was wet with his saliva and my juices. I was so wet that night. He kept sucking and sucking and I could not control myself, I let out a soft moan and arched my back. This caused my breasts to point forward and one of daddy’s hands come up and started to roughly caress my breast, pinching my erect nipple. It sent jolts of electricity through my body, the sensations I have never felt before even when I was being eaten out by my boyfriend then.
Carol: He continued his sucking of my vagina area and soon, I could not take it anymore and I came, I let out whimpering moans and I came hard into daddy’s mouth. He pulled aside my panty at that time and started to lap up all my juices, and his warm tongue on my folds, were just heaven, he even pushed his tongue into my vagina and scooped out more of my juice.
Houses: Is this all for real?
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Is this the real life?
This story is complete fiction based on some real life events. Names have been changed. My very first line..
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lol TS I was trying to start the bohemian rhapsody referencing your last line to begin the song… I thought someone would follow up with “is this just fantasy”
lol.. did not think about that one..
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mor mor mor?
coming apologies, these few days feeling under the weather, will definitely have an update tomorrow.
Houses: Is this all for real?
Carol: Gotcha!
Houses: Huh? What do you mean…
Carol: Nah daddy never did eat me out, though I wish he did. I was just sharing a dream that I had about daddy. It really made me hot and wet and that night, I stained the sheets with my cum.
Houses: So why did you tell me all that?
Carol: I was just dicking with you to see how you would react.
Houses: You mean you were making a fool of me. (My eyes narrowed and my tone got harder.)
Carol: It was not my intention, promise.
Houses: Then why did you relate that to me as if it was real?
Carol: I was just checking you out.
Houses: Checking me out? For what?! Was any part of what you told me real?
Carol: I was just trying to determine what kind of man you were. The only part that was real was about Amy and me flashing daddy because I did not want him to look at Amy.
Houses: So no sexual anything?
Carol: (looking downcast) sadly no. He was so hot. But he was my dad afterall. I had to be sensible about such things you know. (She said it all so matter of fact it really shocked me that this 17 year old was so open about her sexuality and her emotions)
Houses: So did I pass your test?
Carol: I will let you know. But you are doing well so far.
Houses: What kind of an answer is that?
Carol I swear was like her mother, a tease. But I knew I had to play it cool to get her. So I just played the good god-pa card.
Houses: So enough with the mind games already, you want your shoes or not?
Carol: Yes!
With that she hugged me and we continued walking to the Nike store, to all looking it was like a father walking with his daughter. She would hold my hand and natter to me about inconsequential stuff she saw. But in my mind, I felt she was lying about her dad. I made a mental note to check the harddrive when I got back to Singapore, I also had this ngawing feeling that Carol was up to something, but I could not place my finger on it just that minute. In the meantime, I have a sexy 17 year old plastered to me, allowing me to feel her womanly curves. I was troubled about what she shared, but was going to enjoy the moment anyways.
I was troubled about what she shared, but was going to enjoy the moment anyways.
The next hour or so was spent in giving my opinion on Carol’s choices on her “individual” shoe. Was a long process, slower than Zoe. Carol loved pink but was unsure of how to combine the colour with something that would make it unique, in the end, she had a pink an some fur “animal” print mix which was quite cheesy to me, but who am I to say?
We paid for the shoes after the order was submitted and as we exited the Nike store, Carol asked if we could go to Issey Miyake.
Houses: Why?
Carol: They have limited edition Bao Bao bag that I want to look at.
Houses: Where is it?
Carol: I already checked, it is in their store in Umeda, just a few blocks from here.
Houses: I suppose you want to catch a cab?
Carol: No, can we walk?
Houses: Really? You want to walk there, quite far you know.
Carol: Can we please?
Houses: Ok ok. (letting myself be wrapped round the finger of this emerging sexy young woman who is my goddaughter.)
Carol grabbed me by the had as she started to navigate using google maps. I was dragged till we go to the store in Umeda.
Once there, she immediately went to check out the bags and there was a limited edition pewter one for sale, it was a clutch bag. Over $1k.
I pretended not to notice and was browsing the time pieces that were on display, I have soft spot for watches and like anyone with a simple design. I saw a watch that I liked so asked for a new one and while Carol was busy trying to get her mum to get approval to buy the bag, I secretly told the sales lady to wrap it up for me as well, Carol did not notice at all.
Carol came back to the lady and asked to buy the bag, as agreed with the sales lady previously, she was not to let on that I bought the bag.
Sales lady: I sorry miss, the bag was just sold.
Carol: What?! No! Do you have another one?
Sales lady: Unfortunately, no, it was the last piece of that colour.
Carol: Can you check whether any other store has it?
Sales lady: Give me a minute.
Sales lady: I am sorry miss, we do not have any more in Osaka.
Carol was visibly upset as she was so close to getting it.
Houses: Its not meant to be I guess, no worries, we will go to the store in Takashimaya and see if what they have there.
Carol: Oh ok. (Sounding like she was going to cry)
We finally caught a cab back to the hotel where the others were waiting for us for dinner. I told Carol to go freshen up.
Carol could be heard complaining to Yvonne that she almost had the bag, if her mother did not take so long to answer, she would have it. Yvonne said for her not to be so spoilt and to just be thankful she had so much. Carol was grumbling as she went to wash her face.
When she came out, there was an Issey Miyake parcel sitting on the bed.
Carol: Whose is that?! (pointing to the Issey Miyake box.)
Houses: Yours if you are nice to me.
Carol: Mine?!
Houses: Yes, what would you give me for it?
Carol: Is it what I think it is?
Houses: Depends. What would you trade for it?
Carol: Anything?
Houses: Anything? I will collect payment later then. (teasing her)
Carol: Sure! Can I open it?
Houses: Yes go ahead.
You should have seen her skipping around the room when she saw what it was. Then she came up to me and first hugged and kissed me then rained blows on me.
Carol: Godpa! You were so mean to me… I thought I could not get this…
I only laughed and hugged her close to try and stop her from hitting me some more. In all this getting more than my fair share of a feel of her supple body. In the corner of my eye, I could see Zoe sulking.
In all this getting more than my fair share of a feel of her supple body. In the corner of my eye, I could see Zoe sulking.
After about 10 minutes of having Carol sit on my lap and me hugging her waist with my hand so close to her pussy, I decided enough was enough and said we should go for dinner as it was cutting it close for the booking we made at Tsuchiya for tempura. I was initially not expecting much as I was wondering how you could get 2 Michelin stars for tempura, but as my wife and Yvonne wanted to try, we asked the hotel to help us make a booking.
As we were almost getting there, we got a call from the hotel to say that the restaurant were wondering where we were. I answered that we had just arrived. We were greeted at the door by a Japanese lady dressed in a kimono who ushered us into an old building, which was plainly decorated in olden Japanese style, it was dim and we were seated at the counter. From there, you could see that it was a really plain establishment, the counter was a sturdy timber item with plexi glass between you and where the chef was to cook your food, beyond the plexi glass, you could see a kwali of fresh oil just simmering away.
The lady then asked us for our drinks order and whether we wanted to try the smoked fish claypot rice as well and we agreed. Shortly thereafter, the chef came out and introduced himself and showed us our meal that he was to cook for us that night. There was so much food on the 4 trays that he brought out that I wondered if we could finish.
The chef then proceeded to place a piece of paper in front of each of us and the lady brought in a small bowl of salt. As the chef cooked the first item and placed it on the piece of paper in front of us, he directed us to dip it in the salt and eat. Yup, no soya sauce, just the salt. As I crunched into the fried lady’s finger, I realized why this restaurant had 2 Michelin stars. The batter was unlike any other tempura that I had tasted, it was light and fluffy and crunchy. It was also flavourful which was surprising. As I sat there savouring the food, I thought, this is going to be a good night.
There was not much talking as the girls all tucked into their food, my wife and Yvonne had sake and I had my favourite drink in Japan, cold Oolong tea. There are different grades of Oolong in Japan and I ordered a special bottle brewed from 60 year old Oolong leaves which was then kept like wine. It was an interesting experience for me and I just enjoyed it like a good wine.
As we finished the first item, the chef had the next item ready so that we were always eating hot food, he was very attentive and catered the timing of his cooking to our eating speed. Along the way we made small conversation and all in all it was a very enjoyable evening. The smoked claypot rice was also very yummy. The evening was topped off with strawberries and ice-cream.
We got back to the hotel and we parted ways at the door to our rooms. Just as I was about to get comfy in my sleepwear to relax and read the papers, the doorbell to our room chimed..