I slipped my hand under the comforter to find my father's half erect cock, bent over his thigh. It was warm and top heavy from his thick fat head. "Daddy. Are you awake?"
He didn't answer, so I stroked him up and down. I liked how it grew thicker and harder in my hand. I liked imagining when my sleek soft fingers took hold daddy started dreaming about pretty young girls clutching his dick.
I got the idea when my college boyfriend passed out in my dorm room. I grabbed his member and played with it but he was too drunk to get an erection. The whole time I looked at him and thought he was just a stupid boy who had no idea what he was doing. When he fucked me, he acted like a machine, hammering my cunt until it was sore. He lacked the subtly and patience of an older man. Henry, my American Lit professor, he took his time getting me warmed up. He endlessly sucked on my tits until my pussy dripped and then he'd go down on me. Still, he didn't really
know
me. It was anyone's guess how many young coeds he was getting his dick wet in. No, there was another older man in my life I needed.
That's why I couldn't wait for my next weekend home from school. Daddy works such long hours, I knew he'd be asleep early. So, I planned my arrival for 11:00. When I came into the house, I quickly keyed in the alarm code. Biscuit, our Maltese couldn't stop wagging his little tail. I gave him a pet and let him sniff my ankles before I headed up stairs. I remember when I was a teenager, sneaking into the house after being out all night getting wasted with my friends. It was always that sixth step that had the creak in it. So many times, I was too drunk to remember and I'd step on it. Oh, my God. It was so loud. I felt it in my chest. Thankfully, I had a lot of practice sneaking in and avoided that mistake.
Daddy's cock kept getting harder and harder. I wondered if he'd wake up and make me stop. I wondered if part of him was
already
awake but he wanted to keep letting his daughter jerk his dick. I peeled back the covers to have a look at it. Wow, like... wow! He makes all the guys at college look like itty-bitty little guys in comparison. I took off my clothes. It feels so natural for me to be naked seeing as how I work most nights at the strip club by my school. Sure, it's a little awkward seeing a lot of the people I know from campus, but on the bright side, it's a really great way to meet people. A lot of the girls I work with don't like to fuck their customers. I think it's one of the perks.
Many of the old men who came to the club get off on me calling them Daddy. They'd say things, "I wish I had a daughter like you." Hehehe. I giggled and wondered why my daddy didn't love me like all the other old men. Maybe he didn't think I was pretty? I always keep my pussy looking young and shaved. I have long blonde hair and nice full fake tits a customer bought for me. Some rich guy who owns a Maserati got them for ninetieth birthday. Mom had nice big tits, too. I thought daddy would like mine enhanced. When I showed up after getting them done, I wore a push-up bra and a lowcut V-neck thinking maybe it would do the trick.
I was
so
mad that day. He didn't even give them a quick glance.
Daddy! Look at your little girl's tits. Aren't they so nice and big? Don't you want to slide your dick between them and cum on my face?
After that, I knew I'd need to be more aggressive if I ever wanted to feel my father's cock inside my tight little pussy.
I spit a huge gob of saliva in my hand and used that on daddy's shaft. "Shh, daddy. Just keep dreaming. Just keep having your lovely dream. Stay asleep. There's no need to wake up."
It felt so good the way my hand moved up and down. I liked tightening my grip around that fat head of his, watching it vanish in my hand, and then seeing it emerge again. It was like playing hide-and-go-seek with daddy's cock. Hehehe. Every time I rediscovered it I was shocked by its size. I didn't know how I was going to get it inside me. I just knew one way or another that dick was going to be pressed against my cervix.
Since going to college I've had a lot dick inside me. Some were long and thin. Some were fat and short. Some were short and thin. Some were too curved. Some weren't curved enough. I felt like Goldilocks the cock whore, trying to find the one that fit just right. It made a lot of sense that my father's dick would be the one I needed. I mean, he gave me life and raised me. He taught me his values and made sure I grew up to be a strong independent woman who understood her place in the world. I owe so much to my daddy. I wouldn't be who I am today without his love and affection. Of course, I thought it would feel amazing to have him inside me, but more than that, I just wanted to make sure he knew how much his little girl loved him.
"Lucy, is that you?" Came from a sleepy voice.
"Yes, daddy. It's your daughter. Go back to sleep," I said without taking my hand off him. "Shh, daddy. It's
so
late. You work
so
hard. Don't wake up. You need your rest. That's it. Go back to sleep."
And in no time, he was snoring again. Hehehe. As I jerked off daddy, I fingered my tight hairless cunt. Oh my God. I was so freaking wet. My juices were practically dripping out of me. My daddy is sexy as fuck, I don't mind saying. He's fit for a man his age, with gray in his beard. I had been waiting so long to feel his package, I guess I had been storing all my juices for the exact moment I had him in my hand. No guy at school or the club had ever made gush like that. I wiped my cum all over his cock, mixing it with my spit. It glistened in the faint light of the bedroom. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have a handsome daddy with an amazing pecker.
"Shh, Daddy. Keep sleeping," I whispered.
Leaning down I got my face really close and licked his head, testing to see if it woke him up. When it didn't I wrapped more of my mouth around him. "Jeez, daddy. You're going to give your little girl lockjaw." But I did it. I got his head past my lips, and I didn't let any of my teeth rub against his skin. I felt so proud of myself. I didn't want to be one of those girls who chafes daddy because they were being careless. My father's cock was special. It deserved special treatment. Any whore who recklessly bobbed up and down on a member that big didn't deserve it.
I eased more of my father down the back of my throat. Even though he was asleep, I hope he felt how good I was. I hope he felt my tongue swirl around his head. I hope he felt how I went all the way down to his balls without gagging. That's not easy to do. I had to practice with vegetables to train away my gag reflex. And now, I finally got to show off. I moved up and down faster and faster, using my hand to jerk and my mouth to suck. Part of me wanted him to wake up so he could see my pretty young face slobbering all over his knob. I wanted him to put his hand on the back of my head and force me down, holding me there until he had to let me up for air. Just thinking about how one day in the future he might fuck my throat turned me on so much I had to rub my clit.
"Daddy. I think it's time for your little girl to climb onto your dick. Are you ready?"
He gave me a sleepy, "Mmm-hmm."
I climbed on top of him gripping his cock in my hand. I used his thick head to spread my lips, and already my body shuddered. Feeling him against the most sensitive part of me meant it was finally going to happen. All those nights I laid in bed after I turned eighteen were so hard on me. I was jealous of mom for getting to be the one who fucked him. Why couldn't it have been me? I was prettier, younger and oh so much tighter. She won't admit it but I know the real reason she left is because she was jealous of me. She saw my tight young body and she knew it was only a matter of time before I was the one daddy was giving his cock to. I touched myself night after night wishing he'd come into my room and catch me. I wanted it inside my so bad, but I knew my tiny tight pussy couldn't take him. No, I needed go slow so I started with just the tip. I slid him up and down my lips, gently working him pasty my labia. "You're so big daddy."
