Dear Diary
Mike, a boy from school, had a party while his parents were out of town. "You're eighteen years old now." They said. "A senior in high school." They said. "We trust you." They said. The kegs were bought before his parents even left for the airport.
On my eighteenth birthday, my girlfriends and I got the neighborhood pot dealer to buy us some alcohol. Then we all went back to his apartment to party. My girlfriends and I stripped off our clothes to properly thank our pot dealer for the party favors with a she-bang suck and fuck, but he was too high to care. Instead we all just sat around naked smoking pot, giggling about nothing, and got drunk. I wanted to fuck. Still, it was fun. No one ever wants to fuck when I'm in the mood. Which is almost all the time.
Mike's cute and all. His older brothers are cute too. But it's their dad who gets me hot! Mr. Palmer is tall, medium build, super nerdy, white collar office geek, short dark hair, and thick black framed glasses. He gets me so hot and wet. He looks like a pervert. He has that face, you know, that look about him. The way he looks right at me through those dark frame glasses, it makes his eyes big. All the better to see you my dear. Before I throw you to the ground, rip your clothes off, force your thighs open with my rock hard cock, and pump my cum deep inside your tiny pussy. All while making my favorite little whore call me daddy. He has that face. Hot dirty DILF.
Mike and his brothers got their good looks from their mom, an obvious trophy wife to the nerdy rich pervert. Bitch. I hate her. She gets to fuck Mr. Palmer whenever he wants.
By the time I arrived to Mike's party there were already twenty other kids there getting drunk and making out, groping at each other. My mission was to find some alone time with one of Mr. Palmer's work shirts. I was going to masturbate wearing only his shirt. Rub one out. Then with my fingers covered in my sweet sticky cum, trace the inside collar of his work shirt. That way he'd have my cummy scent on his collar when he got dressed, when he kissed his wife goodbye, when he went to meetings, when he went out to lunch. I get horny just thinking about Mr. Palmer wearing my cum all day.
Mike's idiot loser brother Joe had a porno playing in the main room of the house. It was awful. Terrible quality. You could hardly see anything. Really ugly girls too. Typical idiot loser Joe. I thought girls had to be pretty to be in porn? I call him Mike's idiot loser brother because he's twenty-five years old and still living at home. He got kicked out of college, moved back home and gave up. I can't believe his parents still let him live there and fully support him. Gross.
I stopped for a moment to check out idiot loser Joe's porno and to say hi to Mike and some of our friends.
By my fourth red plastic cup of Jack and coke, I made way upstairs to Mr. and Mrs. Palmer's bedroom. I could hear the music playing downstairs and began dancing to it. I was drunk, horny, hot, and started taking off my clothes. I love being naked. I have a super hot body. I love showing it off. Tiny waistline. C-cup perfect round breasts. Bubble ass. And as I did my striptease dance in the Palmer's bedroom, I fantasized Mr Palmer, lurking in the doorway, in the dark, dirty fucking creep, watching me, leering and salivating at my hot naked body, stroking his throbbing hard cock through his pants, wanting desperately to rape me, make me his slut, force me on my back, helpless, subservient, legs spread wide open in front of other nasty perverts. I wouldn't mind. Let those perverts watch. Let them grope my breasts. Pinch my nipples while stroking their cocks. Let them jerk their cum on my face and tits while Mr. Palmer fucks me. Mmmm. Yes. Fuck me, Mr. Palmer. I'm your slut. Daddy's slut. Dirty cum bucket. Fuck me hard.
That's the last thing I remember before passing out. I woke up horny on the Palmer's bed. Still naked. Idiot loser Joe was sitting on the bed cross legged staring at me. He seemed confused. I looked idiot loser Joe straight in the eye and spread my legs open. C'mon moron show me something. He didn't know what to do. He just stared at my pussy. Omg he's going to live with his parents forever.
After a few minutes passed with my bald pussy fully exposed and waiting for that loser Joe to do something, anything, he finally managed to stick a finger in me like a village idiot to a light socket.
"Don't finger my pussy like a child." I said. "Fuck me like a man!" But the clumsy moron couldn't even do that right. He lowered his pants, scrambled on top of me, hurriedly shoved in and pumped what I guess was his pathetic excuse for a cock, about five times in my pussy before unloading his semen inside me. Twenty-five years old. That's all he has? Five pump dump?
Disappointed, I pushed the moron off me and got dressed. I was still horny only now with idiot loser Joe's cum dripping in my panties. Even so, I got fucked by Mr. Palmer's son, on Mr. Palmer's bed where he sleeps. I'll have that memory forever. That's so hot.
I got home around 11pm. I managed to get to my room quietly without detection, or so I thought. I guess the party stench of whisky and idiot cum, followed me to my bedroom. Dad had sniffed me out. I finished taking off my jeans and threw them on the floor with my dad standing less than a foot away.
"Where were you?" He demanded to know. "I called you. I text you."
I'm a fucking adult. Christ. What's it to him where I was?
"A kid from school had a party..." I began to say.
"Are you drunk?" He asked.
I stumbled around my room taking off my shirt. "Not really. No." I replied. Which was mostly true. I was just weary from the party and from walking home. I simply wanted to crawl into bed.
"Did you drive home?" Dad asked.
"Can we please have this conversation tomorrow?" I begged.
"Did you drive home?" Dad impatiently asked again.
I was so tired. I just wanted to go to sleep. I did not want to deal with my dad and the inquisition which made my reply to him sound more shitty than I intended as I foolishly got in his face.
"No. Dad. I did not drive home. Is my car in the driveway? I walked. A mile. Like a responsible adult. But I'm ok. Thank you for ask..." SMACK!
Dad slapped me across the face. I lost my balance and tumbled to the ground. It was then on my floor I realized both dad and I were in our underwear. I stood back up and got in his face again. Pissed off.
"Did you like that? Huh? Did that turn you on? Did it get your dick hard?" SMACK!
Dad slapped me again. Harder. With more enthusiasm. He must have enjoyed it the first time. I felt that second slap. It stung my cheek. It took about thirty seconds but I managed to get on my knees. I tried standing back up only I couldn't. I just wanted to lie down on my floor and rest.
Even though I was now on my knees, I refused to let dad get away with slapping me twice. I didn't need to look up at him. I could sense him staring down at me with great satisfaction. Proud if his work. So I did the only thing I could think of to do. I grabbed his cock through his underwear. Grabbed it hard. But instead of jerking away, or even seeming surprised, dad grabbed my hand with his own, and forced my grip up and down on his shaft. Up and down. Up and down. My dad was using my hand to give him an erection through his underwear.
"You want to play games with daddy?" He growled at me. "Look what you made me do. My cock is getting hard. Feel that?"
"Daddy." I whispered, shocked. "I'm... I'm sorry."
"You're what honey? I can't hear you." He said. Still forcing my hand to stroke his hard dick. Up and down. Up and down.
"I said I'm sorry." I whispered.
"Sorry for what?" He asked. Still forcing my hand to stroke his now rock hard cock through the fabric of his underwear.
"I'm sorry for... " I whimpered. "I'm sorry for..."
"For being a little bitch to daddy?" He finished. "Mmmm I like the way you stroke my cock baby. Ever stroke a cock with that filthy little mouth of yours?"
"Y-yes daddy." I whispered in shock.
"Good girl. You're going to show daddy how good you can suck cock with that smartass little fuck hole mouth of yours."
