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“Hey Dad, can I use your computer?” I asked my father. He was sitting at the dinning room table, doing work on his apple laptop. He was 47, pretty muscular for a dad, and had blondish brown hair. I was an only child, and my mother was out of town all weekend, so it was just the two of us. “Sure, honey. What do you need it for?” He closed what he was doing and handed the computer to me. “Oh, I just want to work on a project for school. I might have to use it for a while,” I lied. “That’s fine. Bring it back to me when you’re done,” he told me. “Okay, no problem.” I took the laptop and headed upstairs to my room. I locked my door and stripped down to my underwear and bra. Although I had told my dad I would be doing homework, I was really going to be masturbating. I had been watching a movie all morning and the characters had a lot of sex in the movie, so I was very horny and needed to relieve myself. I had just turned eighteen, and did not have a boyfriend. I had had sex before, and loved it, and found that the best way to masturbate was to watch porn and hump a pillow until I orgasmed. I opened up a porn site and picked a clip that was 20 minutes and was about a babysitter fucking the kids. I wadded up my istanbul travesti pillow and stuck it between my legs, then climbed onto my bed and lay down. I humped that pillow for 20 minutes straight, groaning and bucking my back back and legs until I had a violent orgasm and and started to cum. I stuck my finger in my vagina and licked the cum off my fingers. I put my clothes back on and sprayed some perfume on to cover up the smell. I was not stupid, though, so I opened up the history to clear what I had been up to. I highlighted the websites I had visited, and deleted them from my dad’s computer’s history. As I was about to exit out of the internet history, I noticed that there were other porn sites and sex story sites listed on the history. They were from that day, the time said about half an hour before I had logged on. That meant my dad had been watching porn right before I was. I was astounded. What a bad dad! I scrolled through the rest of the history and found all kinds of sex sites he had visited. I was even more turned on then I had been before by thinking about my dad masturbating and jacking off. I changed out of my sweats, t-shirt, undies, and bra, and put on instead my sexiest istanbul travestileri lace push-up bra and matching thong, then a pair of very low-rise, tight jeans, and a tight, v-neck shirt that showed off way too much cleavage. I tousled my hair and put on some extra make-up. I then took my dad’s computer and walked downstairs. He looked up from his chair at the table, and his eyes bulged out of his head, seeing his seventeen year old daughter dressed as sexily as possible. “Hi sweetheart,” he said, his voice higher than normal. I looked down at his pants, where a lump was starting to form. “Hi Daddy,” I said in an alluring voice. “So, Dad, when I was using your computer, I noticed something that probably shouldn’t have been there.” “Oh really? Why don’t you show me?” He asked. I smiled and put the computer down on the table, then stuck my round ass in the air, so that it was in his face and I could feel his hot breath against my back, and brought the internet history up on the screen. I stood up straight and asked him, “What’s this? Were you being a naughty daddy?” His face turned bright red and he cleared his throat a few times before answering. “You have no business snooping travesti around my computer, missy. This is private, and does not concern you.” Just as he said that, an IM popped up on the screen from someone named CumGirl78. Her IM said, “Hey David. Let’s get together tonight. I know your wife is out of town, and I got some new toys, including that new advanced vibrator you wanted. 🙂 ” “Well, well. What’s this? Are you having an affair? Father, I am ashamed,” I said with a slight grin on my face. He stammered and looked so embarrassed. I was very much enjoying the whole thing. I was also extremely turned on. “It’s okay Daddy, I won’t tell,” I grinned and sat down on his lap facing and straddling him. I stroked his hair. He sighed in ecstasy, as I was sitting directly on his very hard penis. He started moving back and forth, rubbing his dick against my covered vagina. I moved in tandem with him, and soon I was humping him. He put his head on my C cup breasts, and licked my cleavage. I groaned. He pulled off my shirt and threw it on the kitchen table, then unclipped my bra. He kissed my nipples and bit them. I moaned again, and he stopped. “You are enjoying this too much, Anna. You were snooping on my computer, and I happen to know you were masturbating, which is against our religion. You have been a naughty girl,” he said to me. “I know. I was just so horny and wanted to masturbate so badly. I understand if you need to punish me,” I said. “That’s right, I need to punish you.