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Subject: {ASSM} Story: Amanda After School by DaddyOh! 08/07 (Mf, inc?, cons, oral)
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This story is completely fictional. It contains explicit sexual
content
and is intended for adults only. If you are under 18 or offended by
such
material, please do not read.

Summary: Amanda comes home from school and tells her dad what
happened when her teacher asked her to stay after school.

This is only the second story I've ever posted and I have no idea what
I'm doing! Feel free to give me feedback! DaddyOh! ny9311@yahoo.com

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Story: Amanda After School by DaddyOh! 08/07 (Mf, inc?, cons, oral)

Amanda came home later than usual, having taken the late bus. When
she entered her house, she called out, "Daddy, I'm home!" Amanda's
father
David worked at home and he was usually there when she arrived.
Amanda was a bright, precocious, curious and very beautiful girl
with long blond hair and large brown eyes. Many
thought her to be the prettiest girl in the fourth grade. (I picture
her as a young Hilary Duff, at the very beginning of the Lizzie
McGuire TV show.)
"How come you're late, Sweetie?" David called from his office.
"I took the late bus. Mr. Edmonds asked me to stay after class and
help him
with something."
"Really?" said David. "What did he want help with?" Amanda hesitated,
thinking
about how to explain the special project her teacher had wanted her
assistance on.
"It was just something he wanted me to do, Daddy," she said with a
smirk.
"Well, you know I'm not going to let you get away with that answer,
little lady!" David
said with a smile. "What did Mr. Edmonds want your help with?"
"Ummm, I don't know if I should tell you, Daddy," Amanda said.
"Well, now you're definitely going to tell me," David said, sounding
slightly stern.
"Daaaa-ddddyyyy," she said coyly, "It was just something he wanted me
to do. You
might get mad if I tell you."
"Amanda, enough already. I won't get mad, but now I really want to
know what you
were doing after school."
"Promise you won't get mad, Daddy?"
"Yes, I promise," said David.
"Well, Mr. Edmonds asked me if I would stay late, after everybody went
home. Then
when everyone was gone, he took me to his office and closed the door.
Then he said,
'Amanda, I like you very much. I think you're my very favorite girl in
our whole class.'
I really like Mr. Edmonds, so I was really glad to hear him say I was
his favorite!" Amanda
said enthusiastically.
"OK, go on," David said.
"OK," said Amanda. "Then Mr. Edmonds said I was by far the prettiest
girl in the class
too!"
"That's nice," David said, becoming slightly impatient, wondering
where this was going.
"So what did he say then?"
"Well," Amanda said a little more slowly, "He wanted me to help him
with something.
"Yea, Sweetie. I got that. What did he want help with already?" David
said.
"He wanted me to help him with his penis," Amanda said very abruptly.
"Oh shit," said David without thinking.
"Daddy! You're not supposed to say that!" Amanda said.
"Never mind that, Honey. What do you mean, he wanted you to help him
with his penis?"
"Mr. Edmonds said that because I'm such a beautiful little girl and
because he likes me
so much, that when he's around me, his penis gets really hard. He said
that's what
happens when a boy really likes a girl a lot and thinks she's really
pretty. Is that true,
Daddy?" Amanda said matter-of-factly.
David's head was spinning, not knowing what to think about what he was
hearing, or
what to say next. "Uh, yes, that's true Amanda. But, what did Mr.
Edm..."
"So then," Amanda interrupted, "He said that when a boy's penis gets
hard like that
it feels really, really good if the girl he thinks is so beautiful
touches it! Isn't that funny?"
Funny wasn't the word David was thinking of, but he continued to
listen. "He said
that since his penis got hard because he likes me so much and thinks
I'm so beautiful,
that maybe I would help him to feel really, really good by touching it
for him."
Amanda paused. "And?" David finally said.
"And, I did!" Amanda said.
"Ummmm," David said hesitatingly, noticing that Amanda seemed to
really want to tell
him more of what happened. "So, how did it happen?"
"Well!" Amanda began excitedly, "Mr. Edmonds unbuckled his belt and
started to open
his pants. I could see that his penis must be getting hard already
because there was
a great big bulge in his pants. He pulled down his pants and he was
wearing boxer shorts,
just like you, Daddy!"
"Great," was all David could find to say.
"Then I could really see how his penis was bulging through his
shorts," Amanda said. "Then
he slowly pulled them down, and his penis stuck straight out." She
paused again and looked
straight into her Daddy's eyes. "It was really big, Daddy."
"Oh really? David didn't know what else to say. "What did it look
like."
"It looked kind of like a banana, but it was dark pink. I've seen
yours, but not when it was hard."
"Not so far," David thought to himself, and then thought, "What are
you thinking?" "How big was it?" He said aloud.
"I don't know, Daddy. Like a big banana! So then Mr. Edmonds said,
'Are you sure you wanna
do this, Amanda?' And I said, 'Yes, Mr. Edmonds. I really do.' So he
reached out and took my
hand, and he put it on his penis."
"Uh-huh," David said, feeling slightly sweaty.
"And I put my hand around it. It felt really warm, kind of hard, but
kind of soft at the same time.
And when I touched it, Mr. Edmonds said, 'Ohhhhhh, Amanda!' I think he
liked it right away."
"I'm sure he did, Sweetie," said David.
"So I just started rubbing my hand back and forth on it. And you know
what Daddy? The more
I rubbed, the harder it got!"
"They kind of work that way," David replied, smiling a bit.
"Then Mr. Edmonds said, 'You know Amanda, since I'm showing you part
of my body, there's
something I'd like you to show me.' What, Mr. Edmonds? I said. 'Could
you show me your
little boobies, Amanda?' 'Mr. Edmonds!' I said. 'I don't have bobbies
yet!'"
"No, I guess you don't," David said.
"But he said he would really, really like to see anyway. And I didn't
mind. So while I kept
rubbing his penis, I let him unbutton my shirt and take it off. He
said, 'Oh, Amanda. You're
even more beautiful now!' I really liked him saying that. Then he
asked if he could kiss me."
"He did?" said David. "Did you let him?"
"Yes. Was that O.K. Daddy?"
"Well, Sweetie, at this point, I guess it doesn't really matter,"
David replied. "But like I said,
only if it was what you really, really wanted to do and he didn't
force you."
"I did, Daddy! He didn't force me to do anything!" Amanda replied. "I
had to let go of his penis
for a second when he kissed me. On the mouth!" She made a bit of a
face. "It was kind of nice,
but kind of weird. Then he started to move his hands down my chest and
that felt really good.
Really warm. Then he started kissing down my neck and down my chest.
He kissed my little
nipples and they felt tingly. He sort of sucked on them and I really
like that a lot."
David realized that, unbeknownst to Amanda, he was becoming very erect
himself.
"And then," Amanda continued,"Mr. Edmonds stood up again, and his
penis was really, really
big and hard now. I started stroking it back and forth and he started
to sort of moan and he said 'Amanda, stroke my dick Sweetheart, stroke
my big hard dick.'  I figured he meant his penis, but I asked what he
was talking about. He said 'dick' is another word for penis. Is that
right, Daddy?"
"Yes it is Sweetie," David said, thinking longingly of touching his
own increasingly hard dick.
""That's funny. Anyway, Mr. Edmonds was really liking me stroking him
and he wanted me to go faster and faster. Then he said, 'Amanda, you
know what feels even better than touching my penis with your hand?'
'What?" I said. 'Well, he said, you don't have to do it, but kissing
it feels sooooooo good.'"
"Oh my..." was all David could say.
"Well, I really liked making Mr. Edmonds feel good, so I moved forward
and kissed his penis on the tip. It was kind of wet and salty, but it
didn't taste bad. Then he put his hands on my head and moved his penis
back to my mouth again, so I kissed it some more. He really liked
that.
And David really liked hearing about it.
"Then he kept sort of pulling my head toward him with his penis
against my mouth and I thought I knew what he wanted. I looke up at
him and he was nodding. He wanted me to put it in my mouth."
"I'll bet he did, Amanda. I'll bet he did." David could not help but
picture his daughter, a hard cock against her lips, looking up at her
teacher with those big brown eyes, then slowly opening her mouth to
accept the man's hard-on into it.
"So I opened my mouth a little and he slowly slid it in. The more he
slid, the more I opened my mouth and the further he slid it. It went
more than half way until it hit the back of my throat."
"Mm-hmm." murmered David. "And?"
"Well, he slid it in and out and I really liked the way it felt, and
so did he! Then, he held my head and pushed it more forward with his
penis against the back of my throat. It kind of gagged me and he said,
'Relax, my little Sweetheart. Relax your throat.' I kind of knew what
he meant, so I relaxed my throat and he slid it in further. It went
down my throat, but it didn't hurt. You know, how I don't really gag
when the doctor puts the stick in my throat, Daddy?"
"Stick. Yea, go on Amanda Honey," he said, trying hard now to picture
the gag reflex test his daughter was describing.
"So then, he slid his penis, or his dick!" Amanda giggled, "Back and
forth into my mouth and down into my throat. He was really moaning
then and I really liked that I was making him feel so good. He was
saying things like, 'Oh, Amanda! You're so beautiful! You're so
special! Oh Sweetie Pie, Mr. Edmonds loves how that feels Baby Doll!'
It was funny what he was saying."
David could picture his bare-chested little girl deep-throating the
big cock of her horny teacher, in and out, in and out.
"He went faster and faster and finally he started to moan really,
really loudly and he said, 'Amanda Sweetie Pie, Mr. Edmonds is gonna
cum! Ooohhhh, Baby, I'm gonna cum!' And you know what happened, then,
Daddy?"
"I have a pretty good idea, Honey," David replied.
Mr. Edmonds took his dick out of my mouth just in time to squirt a
whole bunch of white stuff all over my chest! It just squirted and
squirted! It was really warm and wet. I was totally surprised, but it
felt kind of cool."
David was speechless.
"And he was like, 'Oh, Amanda....Oh Baby, Ohh, Ohhhhhhh,' Like that."
And his penis got a little softer and a little softer. I just held it
in my hand and it got softer and the white stuff, which he said was
called semen ran down my chest and my tummy. Finally Mr. Edmonds took
his handerchief out of his pants pocket and wiped me off."
"That was nice of him," David said, not knowing whether to laugh or
what else to do.
"And he buttoned up my shirt and thanked me soooo much. And he said he
hoped this would be out secret and also that he hoped I would stay
after again to help him. I said I really wanted to and that it would
be our secret. But I had to tell you, Daddy. Is it o.k. that I told
you?"
"Yes Sweetheart," David replied. "I'm really glad you did. But why
don't we wait and not tell Mommy yet, o.k.? Most little girls don't do
that with their teacher and I want to make sure she understands."
"O.K. Daddy," Amanda said. "Daddy, can I ask you a question?"
"Of course, Honey," He said.
"Well, you said that most little girls don't touch or suck their
teachers' penises. Well, do they do that with their Daddies' penises?"
"Um, Sweetie, no they certainly don't. Why do you ask?" David said.
"Well, because it seems like you've got a really really big bulge in
your pants. Bigger than Mr. Edmonds, even. And I thought maybe you
wanted me to make you feel really, really, really good to. I'm really
good at it, Daddy. Mr. Edmonds said I was the best ever."
"Um, Sweetie? Do remember if Mommy said when she's coming home
tonight?" David said.

The End.

Please, give me feedback at ny9311@yahoo.com. DaddyOh! (Jack)

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