After getting an invitation to my high school reunion, my daughter said I should go, and take her as my date. I did not think it was a good idea, but glad I changed my mind.
Dad takes daughter to his high school reunion
I got the reminder letter in the mail about my high school’s 25-year reunion. It was in the trash pile about to be tossed out when my daughter, Kacey, knocked on my door. I was expecting her. I have not seen her since Christmas. Her mom and I divorced a long time ago, and my daughter lives with her in another state. I travel internationally for work, so it was best for Kacey to live with her mom, even though it kept me from seeing her except for holidays.
Kacey has grown into a stunning young woman. She looks like her mom, with long legs and proportional breasts. Unlike her mom, however, Kasey has a free spirit personality, who is more adventurous and outgoing. Her mom was always very self-absorbed and cautious. We only got married because she got pregnant with Kacey. We ended up divorced and it was not a shock to anyone.
Kasey flew in to visit me this week because I was giving her a new car for college in the Fall. She took a taxi from the airport to my house. We had coffee at the kitchen table and got caught up on her life and plans. She saw the reunion letter in a pile of junk mail and noticed it was scheduled for this coming weekend. She asked if I was going. I told her no. I had no plans to go. I am not seeing anyone, so wouldn’t have a date for it anyway. I was one of those graduates who had not stayed in touch with anyone.
“Aww, Dad, that is so sad. You should go and see your old friends. Especially since you are a hotshot international businessman. You will make all the ladies wish they had snagged you for a hubby.”
“Kacey, I don’t care about any other women. You are the only woman that I care about. And believe me, you give me plenty to think about.”, I smirked.
“What does that mean, Dad?”
“Well, as we have always known, you are a bit more carefree with yourself than your mom, with the clothes you wear and the boys you date. But I also know you are smart and can handle any situation you might get yourself into. But I still worry. That is what Dads do.”
“Thanks, Dad. You have always been supportive of me, and not critical of my behavior, unlike Mom. She is such a stick in the mud!”
We continued to chat, then suddenly Kacey’s face blossomed into a huge grin. She frantically dug thru that pile of junk mail and pulled out the Reunion reminder letter, waving it in my face.
“Dad, take me as your date to your reunion! It will be so much fun for me to pretend to be your hot young girlfriend! No one will know I’m your daughter. Let’s do it!”
“Whaaaa? I don’t know about that. It would be weird to be there and us pretending you are my girlfriend, wouldn’t it? It seems a bit deceiving and wrong.”
“Dad! You said you don’t care about those guys, so why would it be wrong? I think it would be a blast! Come on, let’s do it! We can take that beautiful new car you just bought me, and we’ll go in style! The reunion is at a resort, about a two-hour drive from here, so we can leave Friday morning and come back Sunday. I will call and make all the arrangements. OK? Please?”
“OK, Sweetie. Let’s do it. But first we must pick up your new car. You will look sweet in that new BMW!”, I reminded her.
“Dad, I REALLY love the car, from the photos you sent. It is so elegant and sexy! Just like me? Let’s go get it. I can hardly wait. Then I must go shopping for new clothes for the reunion! I need a new bikini and a sexy dress to go with that sports car!”
“Oh, crap….here we go. You’ll be getting hit on all weekend and I will get nothing out of it, except having to defend your honor. Why did I agree to this reunion thing?”
“Dad, you may be surprised at what you get from the weekend. I will make it fun for you, I promise”.
And with that, she gave me a kiss on the lips and said she loved me. And we went to go pick up her new car.
Part 2
Kasey and I arrived at the resort for the reunion late morning on Friday. We were signing in at the registration when Kasey saw that there was a golf outing after lunch today as part of the Reunion.
“Dad!, let’s sign up for the golf event! You and I have not played together for years, and I know you love golf. OK?”
“Sure, it will give us something to do. Let’s get checked into the room so we can change. We will need to rent some clubs at the clubhouse.”
We checked into our room. I suddenly realized it was just a single king bed. I turned and looked at Kasey, questioning this.
“Dad, this is all that was left to reserve. It will be fine. I hope you don’t snore. Now, hurry up and change. We have a golf game to get to!”
We changed and headed to the club house to check in for the game. Kasey looked incredible, but she was not wearing appropriate golf attire. She had on a very short skirt and a shirt that was low cut in the front. She did not have on a bra, so her lovely tits were jiggling at every step. There are rules at many golf courses for proper attire, but apparently at this resort, they were more casual about the dress code.
We met our other two players who would be part of our foursome for the golf outing. I sorta remember both guys from high school. One was a jock and the other was more like me. We all had name tags. Roy Hicks for me, but Kasey used “Smith” for her last name. When we signed in, I saw the “Smith” and looked at her, puzzled.
“I thought it would be more intriguing to have a fake last name for the weekend.” she winked. “And I will either call you Roy, or Daddy. No one will know that Daddy is real. They will think you are my sugar daddy”, as she squeezed my arm in delight.
“OK, let’s go, Sweetie. We have a golf game to play.”
We grabbed a golf cart and loaded our clubs and headed to the T-Box to start. The guys we were playing with were already there. Kacey hopped out of the cart and both guy’s eyeballs nearly popped out of their heads. Kacey grabbed her driver from the golf bag and strode confidently over to them for introductions. She was playing this “girlfriend” thing up for all it was worth. We all shook hands, and these guys were smiling broadly as they watched Kacey tee up the ball. As she bent over to place her ball, her clingy shirt dangled open and her lovely breasts were partially exposed, and we all could tell she was braless. I saw one guy nudge the other. It is not often a girl as beautiful as Kacey was seen on a golf course, unless she was a model doing a photo shoot. But Kacey was very athletic, and golf was one of her high school sports. She was a great golfer.
She smashed the ball, and as she swung the club, her tits swayed and bounced and almost seemed to try and escape from her skimpy shirt. She just looked at me and winked, knowing the effect she was having on these men. The guys were so worked up about her that both muffed their Tee shots. I think I now understood Kacey’s strategy for wearing her outfit.
The guys had a cooler of beer and so we all began drinking as we drove our carts down the course. It was a warm day, and the beer went down fast. After several holes, we were all feeling the buzz, and conversations started getting more personal.
“So, Kacey, how did you and Roy meet? Did he use an 800 number to call you?”, he grinned. The other guy began laughing. They must have had some conversations about if she was a high-priced escort or not.
“No, Roy and I have known each other for a long time. He is a very modest person and does not flaunt that he is a successful businessman and has me on his arm. He is a charming man, and I love him.”
“Well, lucky Roy! He certainly did well with you! Let’s finish our round and have a few more beers in the clubhouse. You guys are kicking our asses, so let’s get this game over with.”
With that we all drove our carts to the middle of the fairway, where Kacey’s ball landed. Everyone stood and watched her approach the ball and take a few practice swings. Each time, her shirt would expose her ample cleavage, nearly down to her nipples. I cringed each time I saw them exposed, but it was very tantalizing at the same time. She was a very lovely girl and knew exactly how to tease men with her assets.
When she bent over to tee up a ball, her skirt would ride up and her panties could be seen, but just barely, since the thin material was crawling up the crack of her ass. She was putting on quite the show to distract these guys, and it was working. We ended up winning the round. We drove back to the clubhouse and the two guys picked up the tab for the additional drinks as a result of our win. It was a fun golf outing.
Kacey and I headed back to our room, laughing at her merciless teasing of those two poor bastards. “They thought they were such hot shots”, I told Kacey. “But you came out there, flirting and showing yourself in that outfit, and they couldn’t hit a golf ball straight if their life depended on it. Great strategy, Kacey!”
“It was fun, Roy, wink…wink”, I loved messing with them. Dad, why don’t you take the shower first. That way I don’t have to worry about using up all the hot water. she calmly mentioned. “And throw me a towel before you get in, so I can get out of this golf attire while you are showering”.
I tossed her a bath towel, then closed the door and took my shower. The entire time in the shower I was remembering how Kasey teased those guys on the course, and how hot she looked out there. I began feeling a familiar throbbing in my loins. “I cannot be getting hard by thinking of my daughter….geez, what a perv I am”. But she was very hot, and I could not ignore it.
I stepped out of the bathroom wearing a towel around my waist. Kacey had one wrapped around her too. We looked at each other and she made a remark about us both looking like we were ready to jump each other. I just smiled, almost wishing that were true.
She took a quick shower and came back out, wrapped again in the towel. “Well, shit”, she
said, “I took a quicky shower hoping to still catch you naked!” she laughed.
“I was too quick for you, then?” I laughed.
“Yes, but I hope you are not too quick for me later tonight”. She smiled.
What the hell did that mean? I wondered. Hmmm.
We dressed for a cocktail party, which was part of the Reunion events. Kacey wore a very short one-piece dress, that was shiny and skintight. It had a deep, open back, and was very low-cut in the front. The material of her dress was thin and hugged every curve and fold of her tight body. I knew she was not wearing a bra, but there was no visible panty line for underwear either. The fabric followed the contour of her breasts, and her nipples stood out like wooden pegs. I fought the urge to comment. I loved, as a man, looking at her, but as her father, I wanted her to wear a sweater and cover up.
I pulled the new sports car around to our room and Kacey got in. She was so elegant and sophisticated that she was the perfect match to drive this new car. As we pulled into the event, there was a doorman ready to open the car door for Kacey. She offered her hand to him as he assisted her. I knew that from where he was standing, he would know if she was wearing panties or not. I was tempted to quietly ask him, but that would be embarrassing.
Kacey wrapped her arm with mine and we walked into the event. I was proud to be with her. Her dress was so minimal, that there was no place to put a name tag on, so she just stuck it on her shoulder. I doubted the adhesive would stay long, but everyone noticed her anyway. She was the spectacular girl in the short red dress with Roy Hicks. I was a lucky guy.
There was an open bar, and Kacey and I were both drinking bourbon. We stood in a group of folks that I used to hang out with in High School. We all got caught up, as well as it was possible, given the loudness of the crowd and the music. Everyone wanted to know about me and Kacey. I let her do the talking. She would squeeze up against me and tell everyone how much I meant to her. She’d kiss my cheek and snuggle as she told them I had just bought her a new sports car. She was playing up my financial success a lot and many of the ladies looked a bit jealous of her. Even if she had not been with me, they would have been envious of her youth and her incredible beauty. Every time Kacey would rub up against me, I got a bit aroused. I felt terrible about it.
Kacey dragged me out on the dance floor when a good song came up. She did her best dirty dancing out there and was slithering around and showing off. One song, she had her back to my chest, and my hands were on her hips. She placed her hands on mine and began to shimmy downward. I could feel the fabric of her dress slide up her hips as she went lower. I knew her crotch was in danger of being exposed with her antics. Then, she kicked up a leg and let the room know she was pantiless. I know she did it on purpose, since this entire evening had been about her flirting and showing off. I loved and hated it at the same time. I needed another drink.
One slow song started, and Kacey turned and faced me. She looked into my eyes, and said, “Kiss me, Daddy. I am yours tonight”.
She planted a hard kiss on my lips and held me firmly. Her body was in tight contact with mine. I could feel my erection begin to pulse and throb. She had one thigh between my leg, rubbing me.
“Yes! Yes! I can feel you, Daddy” she said almost breathlessly. “Take me to the room. I want you.”
I was in a daze. I heard her words but was not really sure I knew what she meant. Did she really say, “I want you?” Did that mean she wanted me physically? Damn, I had too much to drink to really process this, so I just let her lead me out of the room.
We drove back to the suite, and she allowed me to open her car door, like a gentleman. I offered my arm, and we stepped inside the room. That is when she turned to me and gave me a really hot, open-mouthed kiss. She grabbed my face with both hands and mashed my face to hers. She broke it off suddenly and barked at me “to get those clothes off!”
She had her dress off in a flash before I could even finish unbuttoning my shirt. She was completely naked underneath it, as I suspected, and looked like a playboy model. She stepped up to me and helped me strip down. I was in a daze as I let her take off my shirt and undo my slacks. She had them and my underwear down around my ankles in an instant. I think she has done that before. I tossed my shirt away, and was standing there as she knelt on the floor to help me step out of my slacks. In a flash we were both stark naked.
Kacey looked up at me with an incredibly sexy smile and raised up slowly on to her knees. She got her mouth level with my stiff prick and parted her lips. She beckoned me to give it to her. I knew it was wrong but edged forward and inserted my cock in her lovely, open mouth. She grabbed my hips with both hands and began sucking and slurping on the same penis that had created her all those years ago. She was masterful and gave me more pleasure from her mouth than I had experienced in my entire life. Her tongue lapped at the underside of my shaft while her lips encased it lightly. She could deep throat my cock, which was a new experience for me. When she was fully deep throating me, her nose was mashed against my pubic bone. It was incredible to watch her bury my prick down her throat.
I held her head with both hands to steady myself. I was just drunk enough to be unstable but sober enough to know that this was bad behavior, but I was powerless to react against it. Kacey had taken control, and I was the willing pawn with an erection.
I was nearly ready to cum, and wanted to let her know, but she probably knew it, too. She unlatched her mouth from my prick and pulled me to the bed. She lay back on it, and spread her legs, begging me to eat her cunt. Oh shit. She desperately wanted me to lick her bare, wet pussy. I knelt on the floor immediately.
I kissed her thighs and worked my lips up to her lovely, fresh slit. It was already slick with her womanly juices. Her flavor was incredible. I lapped at her and did my best to bury my tongue as deep inside her folds as possible. I wanted to lick her until she screamed for mercy. Her thighs rested on my shoulders and her hands held my head, guiding me precisely where to aim my mouth. She began feverishly hunching my face and soon gasped and cried out. Then her cunt exploded with female squirt, and she thrashed around like she was in pain. Her clit was throbbing as I delicately held it between my lips. She crushed my face against her crotch and sobbed loudly at how good it was. She then collapsed, as her legs dangled limply on my shoulders.
“Oh my gawd, Daddy! That was soooo fuckin good! You are so good at that! Geez!....
Now, climb on me and fuck this cunt. This is your cunt tonight. You own it. Fuck me good!”
I did not have the ability to think rationally. I could not consider the right or wrong of this situation. I just acted like a man and pounced on her lithe body like a jackal on a rabbit. I planted my torso on hers and stuffed my erect penis into my daughter’s pussy. She grabbed my ass cheeks and yelled “Yes, Yes! Fuck me, Daddy. Give me that cock!”
She wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me tightly into her snatch. I was deep inside her, and her young pussy felt like a warm, tight glove wrapped around my shaft. I had no consideration for what I was doing. I just wanted to pound away at Kacey’s snatch and fuck her into submission.
Kacey kept blurting out gasps, and cries of lust as she hunched against me. She ground her crotch into mine, rubbing her enlarged clit against me. She was a master at trash talk as she blathered on about how good I was at fucking her pussy. She was very vocal.
I managed to latch on to one of her nipples and sucked it hard into my mouth as I stroked my dick in and out of her. I roughly squeezed both breasts with my hands, as I stretched that nipple out by trapping it between my upper teeth and my tongue. I pulled on it until she began whimpering. I relaxed my grip on her nipple, then sucked the entire areola into my mouth and diddled it with my tongue. I traded one breast for the other and began planting hickies all over it. I continued to multitask by fucking her cunt while I abused her incredible tits.
Kacey frantically began swearing and suddenly thrashed around as she climaxed again. I could feel her cunt clamping tightly around my shaft, then a blast of her squirt blew out from all around my dick. This spurred me on and a moment later I also climaxed vigorously. I never recall having such an intense orgasm as I had while I was buried inside my daughter’s violated pussy. It was the most incredible feeling I could ever remember or imagine. As I spurted rope after rope of sperm inside her, she had another giant climax. She seemed to be on the verge of passing out when I collapsed on her. Both of us were breathing hard and sweating like ditch diggers in August. After my erection deflated somewhat, I pulled out of her and rolled off to one side. Kacey flipped over on her belly and draped an arm across my chest.
“Oh, gawd, Dad, that was incredible! I never imagined fucking you could be so good. I always dreamed about it but never thought it would really happen.” She bent over and kissed me softly. Then buried her face in my neck and gave me more little kisses below my ear.
I could only manage to squeak out something about it being fantastic for me, too. But I was too conflicted to say much. Fucking my daughter had been the best sex of my life.
We slept until almost noon the next day. We never even turned the lights off or got under the covers. We simply passed out in each other’s arms last night. I woke up from the harsh overhead light glaring down at me, and also, I had to piss. So, I quietly extricated myself from be tangled with Kacey, turned off the light, then stumbled into the bathroom. I put on the coffee maker and crawled back into be to join Kacey again. She felt so good to be cuddled with that I did not want to miss a moment of it. I covered both of us up with a sheet, but first I had to take a good look at her incredible body, lying face down in our bed. Her butt was perfect. Her waist was perfect, and her back was perfect. I was a man of few de***********ive words before I had my coffee.
Kacey began stirring. She could smell the fresh coffee brewing, and it woke her. She gave me a sleepy smile and struggled to reach my lips with a good morning kiss. She then collapsed on my chest with her breasts tightly planted on me. She felt wonderful against me.
I waited for the coffee to be finished, then peeled her off me, got up and poured two cups. When I got back to bed, she was awake and propped up with a pillow. She looked at me lovingly and said, “Dad, last night was the best sex ever for me. It was the fuckin BEST EVER.”
“Wow” I said, not having any witty comment handy. “Sweetie, it was the best ever for me, too. I can’t tell you how wonderful it was to be with you. You are an amazing woman”.
“Thanks, Daddy.” I know you did not expect to do what we did, but I am soooo glad you let me seduce you! You deserve it. Now, when I finish this cup of coffee, I want you to lay back and relax while I service your cock. I love the taste of my pussy on morning wood, so do not deny my treat to me” she said in a teasing manner.
“I would not dream of denying you one of your pleasures of life, Sweetie. You gave me so much pleasure last night that there is no way I would keep you from sucking my cock this morning, as unpleasant as it might be”, grinning at her.
“Shut up, Old Man, and give me that cock”.
Part 3
After we finally woke up and got showered (together), we got dressed in swimsuits. She was wearing the tiniest little bikini I think I have ever seen. She looked fabulous in it. Every nook and cranny of her tight body could be seen through the thin material. I don’t know where she shops for clothing, but the place deserves 5 stars.
She borrowed a shirt from me as a cover up and we went out to the pool. There was a swim-up bar, so I made my way to it and ordered two bourbons on ice. I waded back to her and handed the cold drink to her. She gulped it down. “I needed that”, she said and indicated I should go fetch her another. She pulled off her cover-up and lay down on the lounge chair to catch some sun.
This time I sat at the bar on a stool sitting in the water and chatted with one of the guys from the reunion. I remembered him from school, so we caught up on life. I told him I had started a construction company and had gotten some huge overseas contracts that kept me busy traveling. He, of course, asked me about Kacey. I told him I had known her for years and she worked for my firm. All he said was “It’s good to be the boss!” I agreed.
I ordered the second drink for Kacey and the bar waiter was eager to take it to her. I saw them chatting briefly, then he came back. He looked at me and gave me a big thumbs up.
We stayed at the pool about two hours, I guess, and I was ready to go back to the room and get a nap. I guess I am too old for this party life. She and I got naked and curled up with each other. I remembered to put a do not disturb sign on the door.
Eventually we stirred and had another exceptional round of sex. I don’t know if it was better than last night, but it was intense and exhausting. And this time we both knew what the other liked, so in that way it was even more satisfying, if that was possible.
There was a dinner that night as part of the reunion ceremony, and there were speakers from our class. Kacey wore a floor length clingy dress with a slit up one side. It would not have been possible for her to wear anything underneath it, due to the slit. Every step she took was daring since her lovely cooch was perilously close to being exposed. I hated and loved it at the same time. One fellow got up to say a few words, and in his remarks made mention of me and my successful construction business. He could not help himself, I guess, because he mentioned my lovely employee who was with me tonight. I just raised my drink glass and saluted his good tastes. Kacey just smiled demurely.
When that guy was done speaking, Kacey asked me what that guy meant about me being an employee. I told her I was planning to hire her as an intern for the summer before she started college. She just beamed at me proudly. “Maybe I don’t need any college experience, Roy. I can travel the world with you and be your personal assistant. It would be awesome.”
I don’t know what your mom will think of that arrangement, Kacey, but it might be something to consider. I smiled and realized that I wanted Kacey back in my life permanently and her being my personal assistant would be a wonderful gift to myself. It is good, after all, to be the boss.
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