THE COOL DAD
by Witchman
21 year old Colleen Kennedy and her 21 year old best friend Kimiko “Kimmy” Phillips cowered in the back seat of Colleen’s father’s Jeep Patriot, still wearing their rave clothing.
Her 59 year old father Tom Kennedy, a retired NYC policeman, was silent but seething as he drove the two girls to his home.
Each of the girls had told their parents that they would be staying over at the other’s house, this being their cover story.
The two of them had actually gone to a rave off campus at CU.
It had been wild, and full of people, and a lot of fun, but things got out of hand when Kimmy had started flirting with some drunken football players who took that as license.
Colleen shivered as she ed frantically texting her father, grateful that he had insisted that his daughter only use local phone service.
Kimmy had kept the drunken linemen in line with a sexy dance that distracted them until Colleen’s father had arrived.
Colleen looked in the rearview mirror at her father, who was looking straight ahead, and who still had not made any eye with either of them.
Kimmy was also looking at Mr. Kennedy, but her eyes were shiny with arousal and excitement.
She had opened the enger side window to let out the smell emanating from her soaked thong.
The two beautiful young women were different in some ways.
Colleen was taller than her older sister Tara, and not as busty, but was blonde and pretty and graceful, with 34C breasts and blue eyes.
Colleen had always been quiet and bookish, and did not become a cop as her older sister and father had, preferring to major in special education.
After Tara had returned to NYC from a weekend policewoman’s seminar, she had raved to her father about Tompkinsville’s low property taxes, and eventually convinced the widower to sell his house in Woodside and move to the tantalizing town upstate.
Colleen had to finish her senior year at CU, but her family had gotten a discount due to their being two daughters; Tompkinsville being very concerned with the well being of women.
She found the town and college to be liberating, and had felt even more so after meeting Kimmy.
Kimmy was an exotic mix of an African-American serviceman father and a Japanese mother.
Her hair was long, thick, black and curly, her eyes brown and slanted, and her skin was a sexy light caramel combination of brown and yellow.
She had full 34D breasts, and a round, large and firm ass.
A rebel since youth, Kimmy had tried to follow in her father’s footsteps, but was dishonorably discharged after several affairs with senior officers, male and female.
Working her way across the country as a stripper, she had eventually ended up in Tompkinsville, and quickly felt at home with its sexy, erotic nature.
Meeting Colleen had been fun, too.
Kimmy liked knowing that she had turned the white girl onto drugs and bi-exploration, and she appreciated her friend’s academic intelligence as well.
It had been she who had convinced Colleen to lie to her father and go to the rave.
Kimmy had not planned on things getting out of hand, nor had she expected Colleen’s dad to be able to do anything about it.
Kimmy had never taken her best friend’s father seriously, seeing him as just some clueless Gen-X loser.
She made a point of wearing revealing clothing whenever she visited Colleen in order to see him look, and had not appreciated that the widower had made great efforts not to look.
She also saw his reluctance to date as insecurity, rather than his still not being over the demise of his wife four years earlier.
However, Colleen’s father had also been a combat veteran of Desert Storm, and was not a man to suffer fools gladly.
Kimmy’s pussy twitched when she ed how Colleen’s father had wordlessly strode past the kegs and frat boys towards Colleen and she, where he then grabbed the quarterback who was grabbing at her breasts and knocked him cold with one punch to the face.
She squirmed a little when she ed how frightened the other players had been when they tried to rush the older man, who then removed the lump hammer hidden in his combat jacket and proceeded to bash a few of them about the shoulders and face with it.
He was her hero, and now she was seeing him in a new light.
Colleen’s father had planned on dropping off Kimmy at her home, but she was actually living with one of her professors, not at home as she had said.
She also did not want to leave Mr. Kennedy just yet, not with the thoughts that were running through her sexy head.
They were pulling into the driveway now, the older father turning the keys with a sigh.
The silent trio entered the modest but stylish 1920’s bungalow, where Mr. Kennedy sighed again.
“Colleen,” he said, “I am so disappointed in you, that I am not even going to punish you. Just go to bed,” he said, genuinely disappointed with her.
“It was my fault, Mr. Kennedy,” Kimmy protested. “ I told her to—”
“You stay quiet,” Mr. Kennedy said. “This is why I don’t want the two of you hanging out together. You’re a bad influence on my daughter. You go to bed, too. Goodnight,” he snarled, stalking off to the kitchen.
The two girls looked at each other, then glumly walked to Colleen’s room.
Sitting on Colleen’s bed, Kimmy tried to console her friend, but Colleen was almost in tears. “Kimmy, I love my dad. I don’t want to hurt him,” she cried.
“I’m sorry, Colleen,” Kimmy said, meaning it.
Then she paused. “Boy, did you see how your dad hit those guys?” she said, getting excited again.
Colleen nodded. “Yeah.”
Kimmy looked at her friend. “You know, Colleen, maybe I was wrong about your dad. About him being too strict, or not cool. He saved us,” she said.
Colleen nodded. “He can’t help it. Grandpa was strict, so Dad is. Also, he worries about Tara and me a lot.”
Kimmy smiled. “Would he worry more were he to know that his cop daughter moonlights as a stripper on the weekends here in Tompkinsville?” she winked.
Colleen put a finger to her lips. “No, Kimmy, please! He would go crazy!” she protested.
Then she shook her head. “ I still can’t believe you made me do that,” she said, ing that hot night.
Kimmy made a face. “Oh, you mean when we ed your sister for a set at Club W?” she teased.
Colleen blushed deeply. “You know, my older sister Tara was even more of a clean whistle than me. Now she’s a cop five days a week, and a stripper on the weekends,” she remarkably remarked.
“ I guess it’s Tompkinsville,” she concluded. “Living here does something to you.”
Kimmy nodded. “ I like it here. I like how blatantly sexy this town is. I like all the strip clubs and fetish stores and porn places. And, outside of tonight, I have always felt safe here. Even at night, alone.”
Colleen nodded, then the girls grew silent.
“You know, your dad is not bad looking,” Kimmy suddenly said.
Colleen blinked. “What, my dad?” she asked.
Kimmy nodded. “ I mean, he is too old to be cute, and he is not classically good looking, but, he has beautiful green eyes, and his face tells a story. Those wrinkles, the crow’s feet, that scar on his right hand from the war, I mean...” Kimmy lost her train of thought.
Colleen stared at her friend. “Kimmy, are you hot?” she asked.
Kimmy nodded. “Yes, I am. Watching your dad save us has made me really hot,” she itted.
Then she looked at her friend, still wearing her pink and black raver cutout bikini with the matching elbow length sleeves. “Maybe you can help,” she purred.
“Ummm, how?” Colleen asked, her nipples hardening as she ed just how fantastic a pussy licker her bi friend was.
“Turn off the light,” Kimmy said, nodding towards the night table lamp.
Colleen bit her lip, and obeyed.
Her eyes were drawn to the sexy glow-in-the-dark kandi star choker around Kimmy’s neck.
Kimmy grinned wickedly. “I’ve done things to you too. Stars in your eyes, Colleen,” she sensually whispered.
Colleen’s eyes widened, then began to soften, her mind and will beginning to sensually sink into the tantalizing trigger phrase. “Noooo, Kimmy, not now,” she whispered.
Kimmy pretended to pout. “But Colleen. You cannot help it. You love being hypnotized by me,” she responded.
Before Colleen could respond, Kimmy repeated “You love being hypnotized by me.”
Colleen felt herself faltering, not wanting to be hypnotized with her dad home, yet, when had she ever been able to resist Kimmy’s erotic hypnotic ways?
Kimmy was repeating herself more forcefully now. “You love being hypnotized by me.”
“I love being hypnotized by you,” Colleen repeated.
“You love being hypnotized by me.”
“I love being hypnotized by you.”
“You want to be hypnotized by me.”
“ I want to be hypnotized by you.”
Kimmy’s eyes were glittering with erotic anticipation as she deliberately opened the bedroom door a crack, then strode over to the bed; wearing only pink thigh high patent leather heels, a pink micro mini skirt and thong, two pieces of criss-crossed pink electrical tape over her nipples, the choker, hoop earrings, and nothing else.
Taking Colleen’s heavy head in her hands, she raised the entranced female’s face to hers and kissed her deeply.
Colleen sighed deeply into Kimmy’s throat, surrendering to her Sapphic side that Kimmy had carnally uncovered last semester.
Looking deep into Colleen’s eyes, Kimmy said, “Remove your clothing above the waist, and go 100 times deeper into hypnotic trance. When you have obeyed say topless, Mistress.”
Colleen obeyed. “Topless, Mistress,” she erotically intoned.
Kimmy’s eyes were shining, her voice huskier. “Remove your bottoms, and go 100 times deeper into my hypnotic trance. When you have obeyed say exposed, Mistress.”
Dreamily, Colleen obeyed, slowly sliding down her wet bikini bottoms. “Exposed, Mistressssss,” she hypnotically hissed.
Kimmy kissed, licked and sucked Colleen’s breasts, rubbing their bosoms together.
Kissing her way down her girlfriend’s taut stomach, Kimmy began to play with Colleen’s rock hard nipples, then began to kiss and lick Colleen’s sweet, wet pussy.
Colleen was lost in the erotic moment, and had not even considered whether or not her father could hear.
When Kimmy began to suck Colleen’s clit, she stopped worrying.
Sitting in the kitchen, sighing over a late night cup of hot chocolate, Tom wondered where he had gone wrong.
Maybe he was too strict with his daughter, but she was his little girl.
He winced as he ed his own unfortunate childhood, and how he strove to not make the same mistakes that his parents had.
“Maybe I made different ones,” he said aloud.
Colleen was not a bad kid. She did well in school, and worked, and had not been in trouble in some time.
This was her first trouble since they moved the prior year.
Tom had taken some convincing to move, having been initially turned off by the blatant sexual nature of Tompkinsville.
The insanely low property taxes were a big selling point, as well as the surprisingly large safety net of groups.
Tom had ed a widowers group, and found the men’s groups to be free of incel nonsense.
As a single father, he was also eligible for tax refunds and local grants.
He didn’t feel too good about knowing that most of Tompkinsville’s public services were paid for by the immense income drawn from the hypnosis and sex economy.
“At least I have kept them off the stripper poles,” he said.
Tom did not care for Kimmy, but he had seen a more assertive and confident Colleen since the move.
Granted, confident did not mean parading around half naked in front of a bunch of drunken college boys.
Then he thought of his own college days. “ I worked, but I partied, too,” he said again to no one.
Maybe he should not have yelled at his daughter, especially in front of her friend.
Getting up from the table, he decided to go to his daughter’s room and apologize.
Walking to the hallway, Tom stopped when he heard what sounded like moaning.
Curious, he walked closer to his daughter’s bedroom door, which was open just a little.
The moaning was louder now.
Peering around the open door, Tom’s eyes widened when they witnessed the bewitching scene.
His daughter’s eyes were closed, and she was moaning as Kimmy was languorously liking her Colleen’s pussy.
Tom gulped. His little girl was bi!
He felt his cock stir in his pants as he watched Kimmy licking and sucking.
Despite his misgivings about her, Tom could not deny that his daughter’s girlfriend was incredibly hot and sexy.
He thought of all the times she visited in sexy shorts and halter tops.
His cock began to throb when he ed the time when Colleen and Kimmy had sunbathed in the backyard, and Kimmy’s silver teeny weeny bikini was so revealing Tom could see her cunt folds.
He could not help but to masturbate to her in the bathroom.
Now he could see Kimmy’s lovely ass, as her mini-skirt had flipped up so that he could see her pink thong.
Her wet pink thong.
Unconsciously, Tom’s hand began to rub his crotch, his cock swelling.
Kimmy had such marvelous breasts, and they were such a delicious dichotomy, large and colored like slightly dark Duncan Hines spongecake.
When they switched to the 69 position, Tom started grabbing his hard cock through his pants, stroking it.
When they came in each other’s mouths, Tom grunted, his own cock leaking pre-cum.
Panicking that they had heard, he slowly backed away from the door to the living room.
Tom’s heart was pounding in his chest. What if they had heard? What would he say to them?
Then he heard it, the tok tok tokking of Kimmy’s heels across the floor to the kitchen.
Tom held his breath for what seemed like an eternity, but 15 seconds later, he heard the microwave beep, then the tok tok tokking again, only now, it was coming towards the living room.
Tom didn’t want to turn around, yet his curiosity was burning.
Now the tok tok tokking was muted by the soft carpet.
Kimmy was standing in front of Tom now, holding a bottle of baby oil in one hand, and a cotton ball in the other; her face still shiny with Colleen’s lady lust.
“Oh, Mr. Kennedy, I was wondering if you could help me with something,” she purred.
Tom put his hands over his crotch in a vain attempt to conceal his massive erection. “Um, what?” he croaked.
“The pink electrical tape on my nipples is chafing me. I am afraid to pull it off. It might hurt,” she said, leaning closer. “Could you help me, please?”
“Um, what do I have to do?” Tom asked, desperately trying not to stare at his daughter’s friend’s sexy breasts, the tape over her nipples the only thing covering them.
Kimmy smiled, and poured some of the baby oil onto the cotton ball, soaking it deeply. “Just take this ball of cotton and rub it around my aureoles. The oil will soften the tape, making it easy for me to TAKE IT OFF,” she said, emphasizing the last three words.
Tom gulped, but relented. “Ok,” he quickly whispered.
Taking the wet ball of cotton into his trembling fingers, he looked at it, then Kimmy. “It’s warm,” he remarked.
Kimmy nodded slowly and sensuously. “Yes, I heated it,” she responded.
Tom thought he was going to cum in his pants at that moment, but bit the inside of his cheek, and slowly, tentatively, began to rub Kimmy’s left breast.
Kimmy sat next to him, to make it easier. “That’s right, Mr. Kennedy. Slowly, round, and round. You want the tape to soften, to..relax, as you make slow, circles, around the criss-crossed electrical tape over my large, stiff nipples. Just like that, Mr. Kennedy. Slowly now. Round, and round. Round..and..round...round...and round...the tape..relaxing...submitting, to your touch, as you go..round, and...round, round, and round, round, and round.”
She was whispering now, and Tom was staring blankly ahead, his hands unconsciously moving round and around her left breast.
Kimmy leaned closer so Tom could smell his daughter on Kimmy’s breath. “Now, Tom, remove the tape, and go 100 times deeper into this deep, relaxing state,” she erotically instructed.
Tom’s fingers were heavy now, but they slowly peeled the two pieces of tape from Kimmy’s left breast.
He moaned, and Kimmy could see the dark stain of pre-cum on his pants. “Now, Tom, do the same to my right breast. Round and round, round, and, round. When you remove the tape you will go 100 times deeper under my spell.”
Tom’s eyes were glazed, his jaw slack.
When he peeled the tape from Kimmy’s right breast, he moaned again, only aloud, and sank back into the couch.
Kimmy stood above him. “Sleep, Mr. Kennedy,” she commanded, snapping her fingers.
Tom fell back into the couch into a deep hypnotic sleep.
Kimmy looked down at her entranced girlfriend’s father, her eyes shiny with lust, excitement, and triumph.
Doffing her skirt and thong, she stood naked now, her thighs gleaming with pussy perfume.
“Now, Mr. Kennedy,” she said, “When I say awake, you will open your eyes, but remain in your very relaxed, very hypnotized state. When you open your eyes you shall see the most beautiful woman you have ever seen, and you will want to fuck her very hard. Do you understand and obey?” she asked.
“Yeses,” Tom sighed.
“Yes Mistress Kimmy,” she corrected.
“Yes Mistress Kimmy,” he responded.
“Awake.”
Tom blinked, and gasped.
It was Kimmy, his daughter’s sexy bad girl girlfriend, and she never looked hotter.
Standing up, he quickly embraced her, burying his tongue in her mouth.
Kimmy groaned, then gasped and giggled as Tom through her over his shoulder and carried her to his bedroom.
Throwing her down on the bed, he had already kicked off his shoes before Kimmy hit the mattress.
She stared as Mr. Kennedy ripped at his clothes, then gasped as his large, thick cock sprung from his pants.
Colleen’s dad went commando, but there was nothing secret about his mission.
Naked and erect, Tom ran to the bed and climbed on top of Kimmy, entering her wet pussy with a single thrust.
“AH!” Kimmy cried out, wrapping her arms around Tom’s sexy dad bod.
It was a fuck belong her wildest dreams. Tom had a big cock and knew how to use it.
Kimmy noticed how Tom could control his ejaculation, prolonging the pleasure.
He also was a very good pussy licker.
Finally, Kimmy just had to suck his cock, looking into his eyes as she did.
Tom tried to hold back, but her mesmerizing mouth carnally coaxed his cum.
When he came on her face, Kimmy came again, laughing as she did.
Back in Noo Yawk, Officer Tara Kennedy smiled as she saw the photo her father had sent her of his new girlfriend.
Tara was tickled pink to know that Kimmy was a friend of Colleen, and elated that her father had finally snapped out of his widower funk.
She couldn’t wait to meet her.