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Getting Sweaty With Daddy

... hand. The water continued to flow over me as my body began to heat up from my manipulation.

Suddenly visions of my Sarah riding my father filled my mind, her body riding up and down on his cock, as she pulled on his gray chest hair. His forehead glistened as he worked hard to keep up with his young lover.

"Oh, Daddy," I imagined her moaning and soon found myself moaning the same thing in real life.

As much as I felt guilty thinking about my father this way, my body wanted to cum for him.

I picked up the pace as my finger made sloshing sounds in the water. I gripped the wall to hold myself up as my legs buckled beneath me. My skin became flush and tingly as my orgasm came over me.

"Daddy," I whispered to myself.

I turned off the water, got out of the shower, and dried myself.

I tried to go about my day as if nothing had happened, but the fact that I came thinking of my dad was hard to get out of my mind.

The week came and went, and before I knew it, I was back in Central Park with my father. We were running sixteen miles, the longest I had ever run, and I was highly anxious before heading out.

Seeing my dad calmed my nerves down, and after a quick warm-up, the two of us began our training.

Despite the sexual fantasies I had about my dad after my last run, being with him now reminded me how lucky I was to have him in my life. He was funny, charming, and genuinely interested in the minutiae of my life. We spent the next hour laughing and joking. I ...

... couldn't have asked for a better dad.

Yet, as the miles and heat increased, thoughts of lust entered my mind. The humid air caused my sports bra and shorts to cling to me like a second skin. Anyone who wanted to check out my body could easily make out every curve. That thought drove me nuts.

I loved having my body exposed to everyone. I worked hard for my body, and I liked showing it off. Something about having all these guys checking me out while running next to my father turned my engine even more.

With my libido in overdrive, I decided to change the focus of our conversation to something a little more intimate. I was eager to see if my dad would play along.

"So, did you see Sarah at all this week?" I nonchalantly asked him, hoping not to draw too much attention to the question.

"If you must know, I did, and we had a great time," he answered while sticking his tongue out at me.

"I bet that tongue was used in all sorts of ways that night," I ribbed my dad.

"Young lady, I thought I raised someone more proper than that," Dad chuckled.

As we continued running, my curiosity got the better of me.

"You know, Dad, you never shared what sort of kinks Sarah was into that surprised you," I coyly mentioned.

"You really don't want to know that information, honey," Dad said, clearly scared of opening up a can of worms.

"Oh, come on. We have another 5 miles to go. I need something to distract me," I told him.

"Fine. Well, it turns out Sarah has a Daddy ...