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Getting Sweaty With Daddy

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"She just graduated college? Who knew my dad was a man slut," I thought to myself.

"Your Dad has been so welcoming. Haven't you, Gabe?" Sarah said while running her hand down my dad's strong arms.

Oh my god! Is this girl flirting with my dad in front of me? I couldn't believe her gall.

"Yeah, he is great," I said coldly.

"Um, I'm going to go continue my run. Care to join me, Dad?" I asked, hoping he would leave this little slut behind.

"That would be great. See you soon, Sarah," he responded.

As we began running, I couldn't help but needle him.

"Could she have been any younger, Dad?" I teased.

"That was completely innocent," he protested.

"You should tell her that. She looked ready to run you into her bed," I quipped.

"You think?" Dad said with a sly smile.

"You dirty old man," I poked back at him.

Suddenly, my mind flashed images of my dad fucking Sarah after a run, her shimmering, perspiring body begging for his hard daddy cock. I couldn't help but picture her being railed from behind while my dad pulled on her damp blonde hair. I could practically hear their moans and dirty talk in my head.

I was surprised by the intrusive dirty thought and tried to push it out of my mind.

"Emily, where'd you go? You look like your mind was a million miles away," Dad inquired.

"Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about work. So, how's your running going?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"Pretty good. I start training for the ...

... New York City Marathon next week. I'm pretty excited but a little nervous," he told me.

"Nervous? You have run it like twelve times," I commented.

"Fourteen, actually. But I'm always nervous before each training cycle. You're running it, too, right?" Dad asked.

"Yep. First one. I'm super nervous, but I can't wait. It is going to be a fun challenge," I excitedly said.

"Why don't we train together? It'd be fun. I would love to spend the extra time with you," Dad suggested.

"You sure you don't want to train with Sarah?" I teased him again.

"You are the worst," he quipped.

"I would love to, Dad. I can't wait," I replied.

Dad and I started to meet in the park every Saturday morning for our long runs. During those first few weeks, nothing of significance happened. We ran and talked about all the standard stuff a Dad and daughter would discuss while spending time together. That changed about a month into training.

As the heat rose and the miles increased, I found it difficult to concentrate on almost anything but sex while running. While running always made me a little horny, I was shocked by the effect of the steamy weather and long miles on my libido.

"So what happened with Sarah?" I asked.

My dad looked shocked that I had brought her up.

"You know, you were right about her," he replied.

"Oh, do tell," I snickered.

"We grabbed a drink the other night after work, and after a few, she was all over me," he admitted.

"That must have been ...