"Knock knock knock" My Dad announced as he wandered through my front door one Sunday evening.
"Hey Dad."
"I just thought I would stop by and see how my favourite daughter is doing on this fine Sunday" He exclaimed as he pulled a beer from my fridge and fell down beside me on the couch.
"She's just fine, hungover....but fine."
My Dad and I have been close my whole life but over the last few years a real friendship has blossomed between us. I loved the time we spent together, and loved when he would stop by on his way past to shower me with fatherly advice and stories of his day.
We hit all the latest going ons, before his eyes noticed the purple dildo sandwiched between my couch cushions that I had failed to see.
"Ugh....maybe that's my sign to leave" He chuckled as he stood up, noticeably uncomfortable.
My face burned red as I quickly covered my thick, purple friend with a throw pillow.
"Sorry to break to you....your little girl is not so little anymore...she has needs now"I awkwardly laugh, hoping banter will alleviate the awkward situation.
"Maybe this is a conversation best left for someone else" He said as he remained standing, yet noticeably not moving toward the door.
A wave of bravery washed over me and I tugged him back down to the couch.
"Why! We share so much....I think we should be able to talk about anything! You are one of my closest friends, I want to share every part of my life with you..."
Now this was only a half truth. I didn't give a single fuck about bonding over stores of the birds and the bees, I wanted much more than that. All of this recent bonding with my father had left me very confused. I found myself wondering if he thought about me when he was alone. I wondered if he felt as safe in my hugs as I do in his. I wondered if he thought about my lips in his dreams like I do his. I wondered if my naked body danced through his mind while he fucks his wife. If he wondered what I tasted like or what I sounded like as I moaned in pleasure. Did he want to feel all of me intertwined with him like I so desperately did him?
His body fell back down into the couch, apprehensively
The bravery grew within me as I whipped my shirt over my head, now sitting before him in just a pair of tight yoga pants and a cheeky smirk.
My chest heaved with anticipation and nerves, as I arched my back toward him, giving him the best of me.
His eyes fell to my full breasts as if drawn by magnets as I ran the back of my hands all over the,, causing goosebumps to rise from my skin.
"Do you like them?"
I asked as his eyes lay on my chest. He remained silent and my baby pink nipples hardened under his gaze.
I popped my index finger beneath his chin and pulled his eyes to mine.
"Do. you like.them?"
"They're perfect," He almost whispered as his hazel eyes darkened. The look of adoration I normally found in my fathers eyes had an extra ingredient in its stare. Lust.
I reached for his large, more weathered hands and pulled them against each breast making sure to squeeze and knead them with his rougher finger tips. I moaned slightly in an effort to spur him on.
"Daddy..." the word almost dripped from my lips filled with longing.
His eyes flicked up toward mine as if to make sure he was interpreting this situation correctly.
I let him roll me between his hands for a minute or so before sliding off the couch onto the floor and crawling between his legs, his knees eagerly spreading to make room for me like a teenage boy pumped with hormones.
"Take your shirt off." He apprehensively obliged, throwing it onto the couch beside him.
Sitting up on my knees, I put my hands on his shoulders and snaked them down his chest allowing my red nails to tickle his skin and pulling a shiver from within him. After 3 or 4 feathered laps up and down his warm torso I grasped his belt buckle between my hands and paused for a moment, staring up into his eyes looking for a sign of approval.
"Daddy..." I whispered as my hands remained frozen on the entrance to my dreams.
"Baby..." He groaned back, longing hanging off every letter.
I unbuckled him at an agonisingly slow pace, wanting to savor this moment between us.
"Baby..." This time he elongated the final syllable, as if urging me to hurry up.
"My Daddy always taught me patience is a virtue..."
I shuffled his shorts and briefs down his tanned legs, taking a moment to pause and drink in the situation.
Daddy looked down at me, his eyes dark with desire, his mouth slightly open and almost panting with anticipation. His chest, covered in light red marks caused by my scratches. His pubic hair was dark and wiry, and surrounded an almost sunkissed cock, tanner than I had expected, perfectly average in length but thick enough to fill me perfectly and already beaded with the sexiest drop of moisture sitting perfectly on its head, almost begging me to lap it up.
Instead, I planted my hands on each of his thighs and propped myself up close to his face, leaning forward to capture his mouth in my own.
He didn't react to my lips at first as I sucked on his large bottom lip, running my tongue along it, exploring a territory we had never been in before. He granted me permission and our tongues were running together slowly, like a sensual dance. I couldn't help but moan against his lips. This seemed to encourage him, as his tongue darted out of his mouth and I followed suit, erotically rubbing together.
I giggled as I pulled away, a string of saliva falling on my chin, as I sunk back down to the floor.
Without warning and whilst holding his gaze on my own I wrapped both hands around the base of his hardening cock.
The feeling of it somehow getting even stiffer in my grasp will stay with me forever, and I let my eyes flutter shut as I swirled my tongue longingly in circles around his glistening head.
"Fuck." The only word he spoke but all I needed to hear, running my tongue from base to tip and with my hands working assist I gave him my all.
I took as much into my mouth as I could, keeping my eyes locked on him, opening my throat and forcing him down. I couldn't get him all in but I gave it all I could as I moaned around his cock, wanting him to feel the vibrations of my lust.
"Can you get harder for me? I willed him on whilst peppering kisses down the base, "Come on baby, fill my mouth up like I know you can..."
I sunk my mouth over him again and grabbed his hands with my own, pulling them to either side of my head, willing him to fuck my mouth like I so desperately wanted him to.
My hair tangled around his fingers as he grasped my head and pushed himself further into my mouth. My eyes rolled back with the sensation of Daddy using me and a moan rolled down my throat into the pit of my stomach, this was a dream.
Holding my head down, his rock hard cock against my tongue all the way down, I gagged against him, he pulled my head back allowing me a second to breathe as saliva escaped and splattered against my tits before ramming himself back down my throat, grabbing a moan from within me on his way.
Daddy was using me the way I always wanted and I never wanted it to end but alas after a few minutes that felt way too short he removed himself from my mouth, dropped to his knees in front of me and crushed his lips against mine. The salty pre-cum and saliva grinding between our mouths, erotically spilling out onto my heaving chest.
"Did you like that Daddy? You didn't finish in my throat....did you not like it?" My eyes pleading with him for direction.
With a sense of urgency and longing in his movements he scooped me up off the floor, his hard cock rubbing against my clothed crotch as he ran up the stairs to my bedroom, throwing me the last two feet onto the bed.
"I loved it..." He said through panted breaths whilst ripping my last shreds of clothes off my legs and spreading my knees wide looking over my splayed naked body with hunger and desperation.
"Fuck..." He groaned as he gave my pussy five light slaps with his hand, how wet I was evident by the squishing noises it caused.
"I'm so wet for you..." I so obviously stated as he gave my breasts a firm grope before sinking to his knees, spreading my lips wide with his fingers and devouring my pussy.
I wasn't quite sure if it was his rough beard rubbing against my sensitive skin, his expert mouth suctioning so perfectly to my throbbing clit or his thick fingers scissoring my little hole, stretching me with anticipation but I could have died of happiness at that moment.
"This is your pussy Daddy....it's all yours....use me however you want" I moaned through hooded eyes as if he needed any encouragement, he was using my glistening cunt like it was his last meal on earth and all I could do was squeeze my thighs against the sides of his head and pray that he never stopped.
"God baby, this feels s-"
I was cut off by the cessation of pleasure I felt between my legs, glancing down to his disapproving face.
