He smoked, watched tv way too much and drank beer while he did it. He liked to joke that round was a shape, but you could tell it bothered him, even though he laughed. So Dad started walking every night, a couple blocks at first, then longer and longer walks as the weeks went on.
The weight started coming off and it even boosted his mood. He laughed more and was generally more fun to be around. He even worked on quitting smoking.
I liked watching dad work out. I guess for Dad he might have been a little hesitant to think his daughter might see him as anything other than her father. I mean how many girls actually want to fuck their father? Well, if many girls are like me, a lot! I remember the first time I touched myself after Dad got done with his workout.
He was sweaty and puffing from the exertion and in my mind he was standing next to my bed just finishing fucking me to sweet oblivion. As he wiped himself down I could feel my own hands running down his sweaty chest, the salty taste of his skin on my lips. My pussy quivered like crazy as I watched him through lust glazed eyes.
Dad leaned down and kissed me on the forehead and as he did I could see the outline of his big daddy meat through his shorts. When he turned to go to the shower I raced for my bedroom! In my room I threw myself down on the bed and immediately my fingers were sliding through my juicy cunt lips and playing with my slick center like crazy. I rubbed myself like mad, imagining my father pumping his hard cock into me!
I should have been ashamed, I should have been a hundred things, but the only thing I was was in heat! I wanted to cum and at the moment the only thing I had was my own hands, but I knew downstairs in the shower daddy had the tool I needed desperately!
I guess you only see what you want and the rest is just noise. Anyway, this scenario repeated for a month. For a naive girl, I had lots of imagination and I pretended all sorts of things. But in the few short weeks that all this took place it was harder and harder to get off like I did in the beginning.
As much fun as it was to touch myself, I still wanted the real thing. I wanted my daddy and my fingers were never going to be as good as his cock.
So I made a decision. If dad could get me going by working out, maybe I could do the same thing to him. I smiled when daddy saw my outfit, but inside my heart was racing because I could see that he liked it an awful lot. I wore a loose fitting white tank top that looked okay when I was standing up, but when I bent over you could see all of my titties. They are a large handful each with big rosy nipples that are surrounded by a pink ring.
When they get stiff the nipples poke out something fierce, just begging to be sucked! My shorts were also white, but they were super tight. I pulled them up as high as I could so that my puffy lips could be seen if anyone cared to take a look. Dad got on the floor and started doing his push ups, so I got in front of him and began to count for him.
He took his workout very seriously, so I made sure to pay attention to each rep, calling each one out loud. He began to slow down and I saw that daddy was looking at the vee between my legs. I knew what he was seeing- it was the lips of my pussy, the dark pink skin underneath the shorts showing through the white material.
Watching dad stare at my pussy made me so hot I started to get wet. I wondered if he could see a spot forming on my shorts! After the push ups I offered to help dad with his sit ups.
He got down on his back on the floor and I held his feet down. My nipples were already aching like crazy, but now as he came up I could watch his eyes taking the sight of my tits in and they were screaming!
Oh I wanted to rip my top off and sit on his lap and make him suck on my tits! Dad cut his workout short and headed to the shower. As he got up I could see a big lump in his shorts, like a big snake trying to get free. I was so ramped up I raced to my room and fingered myself until I came like gangbusters. My fingers were so slick with my own juices and my pussy still ached for more, I licked my fingers clean and proceeded to jill off with my other hand. The next night I came down in my workout outfit again, but daddy was finishing up.
I was upset and stormed off to my room. Why had daddy not waited for me? So I raced back upstairs and put on less revealing clothing. When I came back daddy relented and let me help him with his workout. I was disappointed, it was an incredible thrill to expose myself to my father and I know he liked it too!
This new routine lasted a week. Dad had put an end to my fun and I was out of luck. There was a note on the counter saying she was going to be out late. I squealed with delight I was so excited!
I raced up to my room and got a new outfit ready. When Daddy came home we did normal things until it was time for his workout. I raced upstairs and put on my new clothes and came down the stairs. I put on a bright red tube top that barely contained my tits. My nipples were so hard they were making bullet holes that a blind man could see! It barely covered my ass and flipped as I walked. I could see his cock come to life in his shorts. Daddy just swallowed and got on the ground ready to do pushups.
As he lifted himself off the ground his eyes never left me. Over and over he worked his strong arms, the sweat forming on his muscled chest. Once again I could see my father lunging into me, his cock leading the way as it drove into my sodden cunt.
I put my hand under his chest, telling him to lower himself until he could feel my fist before he pushed up again. He did this and it quickly became a game as I kept moving my hand lower on his frame. My nipples ached and my pussy juiced as I knew what my next move would be. I slid my hand further down his body so that when he lowered himself he pushed his crotch right into my open, waiting hand.
I brushed his coiled snake with my fingers, feeling it squirm at my touch. Daddy just groaned and lifted himself away slowly and then brought his body down again. He did this a number of times, each down stroke lasting longer and longer as my fingers grasped at his hardening tool before he pulled away from me.
At last Dad slumped on the ground, his body weight pinning my hand beneath him, my fingers still sliding along the outline of his cock. Finally he rolled over and dad covered his eyes with his hands, as if he were wiping away the sweat. I waited a long time for him to come around, but he just lay there.
I was worried he was mad at me, but one look at his rock hard member, I knew he was struggling with what was happening. Can you help me? Daddy rolled and sat up next to me, taking my small feet in his hands and held me in place while I began to do the exercise. They were hard, but not because I was out of shape. I was so excited I could barely breathe because of what I was going to do next. I let out a groan as I came up from the ground and this time I let my knees spread apart.
Daddy looked down and saw that I was completely naked underneath the short cheerleader skirt. His eyes widened in recognition as he took in my puffy, slick pussy. I could tell the lips were swollen and rosy with excitement and I could feel the wetness that was leaking out. The hunger in his eyes was like a fire that was just catching and I could see the desire lapping at his conscience.
My whole body was so tense, every muscle ached as I sat there in desperate anticipation of how he would react. I was so worried he would reject me or worse. It never occurred to me until this moment that he might say no. I lay back down in front of him and let my knees slip wider apart. My hand slid down my body and pulled my skirt up from the front, then slid my fingers into my puffy cunt.
My fingertips swirled around my clit and wetness trickled out from between my lips. Help me daddy, help me cum! My back arched, my shoulders pressing into the carpet as his open mouth covered my quivering cunt. His tongue dug into my overheated sheath, licking and slurping at my fountain of cum. He made noisy, sexy sounds as he ate me, growling and grunting between each attack of his lashing tongue.