It had been a weird year so far. Not only had I finished college, but my brother had also passed away a few months ago. He had gotten in a terrible accident and sadly passed away in the hospital a week later.
I spent a lot of time with daddy since then. He's been very good in consoling me when I was sad, or just generally to hang out with. We've been going to pubs together, gone out to restaurants and even went hiking a few times.
Now that I was done with college, I was going to be home fulltime. I had decided to take the summer off from everything and start searching for a job after the summer.
With daddy being in the office at least 60 hours a week, that meant I started picking up the slack at home. Cooking dinner, washing the clothes, cleaning up, and of course sunbathing, drinking wine and sleeping in.
But sometimes at sad moments I also cried a little. When daddy was home, I usually snuggled up to him, often on the couch, or sometimes standing somewhere in the house whenever I felt like hugging him. But this one time stood out to me, and it's why I am writing this story for you to read.
It was late at night, about a quarter to 12, it was dark, and I was already in bed. It was one of those sad moments I wanted a hug from dad, so I went looking for him.
It was already dark downstairs, so he must've gone to bed already, which was not like him. He usually stays up until at least 1. I didn't go into his bedroom often but figured this time would qualify as an exception, right? I knocked on the door and then opened it. When I entered, I was greeted with a sleepy "come on in".
"I'm sorry," I said, "I should've let you sleep; I'll go away again."
He protested, "No I want you to come into my bed and cuddle me, that's why you're here right?"
Looking back, that was an odd response, but being a bit sleepy already, I glossed over the weird sentence.
I got into bed with him. Even though he's been separated from my mom for at least a decade, he still slept on 'his' side of the bed, leaving the other half empty. At that moment I was wondering if he'd been with other women since. Surely, he'd been dating or having sex in the past decade, right?
"Why don't you come closer and lay your hand on my chest." daddy said to me when I had lain down. I hesitated, what was he trying to achieve? That is a very odd request towards your own daughter.
I thought, maybe he was trying something he had read about, something that would calm me down. But at this stage I was already calm again from my emotions, and now deep into confusion what daddy was trying to do. Maybe he already succeeded. I did however follow his request, and got a bit closer to him, and put my hand on his chest.
"You can snuggle up to me, and then put your head on my chest," he proceeded to request of me. Was it still a request or did he command me? It started feeling more like a command now. I did as he asked and put my head down on his chest, and my hand naturally a little lower on his belly. I did find this position to be comforting at least.
I felt daddy's arm touch my back and he started stroking me there. Then he said: "How much did I pay you again, was it 200?"
Pay me for what? I thought. I was about to ask him when he said: "Oh never mind, I remember, I got you for the night!"
"Daddy, what are you talking about?" I asked him, but he didn't respond. I felt his hand slide down my back and lift my nightdress. Before I knew what was happening, he grabbed my ass and squeezed in it. I tried to move his hand away, but he had me in a tight grip and the position was awkward to have much control.
He then grabbed my hand with his other hand, and moved it down his belly, onto his erect cock. I couldn't believe what was happening. What had gotten into my dad?
He wrapped my fingers around his cock, and then pushed me up and down, helping me stroke his cock. Then I wondered, was he actually awake, or was he sleeping. And when he was talking about money, he of course meant an escort. He thought he paid me to fuck him! For the entire night!
I wasn't sure what to do. He had me tight in his grip, and clearly had no idea I was his daughter, or at least he was assuming I was someone else, asleep or not. Maybe he had ordered an escort to come here, to our house?
In the meantime, I was still stroking his cock. I moved on my own accord now, the habit of handjobs had kicked in. I've had enough boyfriends over the 4 years of college to know how to give a great handjob, or blowjob, or sex in general for that matter. The fact I was holding a cock and stroking it was almost second nature and I had just casually started stroking my dad's cock in the process. And yet, even when I realized this, I didn't stop. Did I enjoy this?
I felt my dad's hand on my ass move again. He was moving my panties to the side, and pushed his fingers into my vagina. I was soaking wet and felt his fingers slide through with ease. He couldn't yet reach my clit, but I knew he was going for it.
I let go of any restraints I still had. The second his fingers hit my vagina I knew I was going to let him do with me whatever he wanted. There was a little protest left in my brain, but my body wanted this.
I was still lying on my side, with my head on his chest, and my left hand on his cock. I then moved my left leg up to go slightly over his legs, giving him easier access to my vagina. With this move he finally managed to reach my clit. Being a small 155cm girl with a tall 185cm dad has its benefits.
I moaned as the fingers explored my clit and pussy, and I actually didn't mind at all anymore. It had been months since I last had sex, and just the initial touches were enough to let me enjoy whatever happened to me, by whomever wanted to do it. And it happened to be my dad.
"I want to taste your pussy," daddy said. So, naturally, as a well-behaved daughter did, I took off my panties and positioned myself on top of my daddy's face.
But before he started licking me, he said: "No no, turn around, face towards my legs."
And so I did, I turned around and positioned my pussy on top of daddy's face again. I slowly lowered myself until I felt his tongue lick my pussy.
It was clear he'd licked pussy before in this position as it felt amazing. I again moaned loudly from the intense pleasure of being licked in all the right places.
Then, he stopped for a second and said: "Are you liking it Ruby?"
Before I could answer I felt his tongue lick me again, and so without correcting him I responded with an "uh-huh" mixed with a moan.
Then it happened, daddy wanted more. He kicked off the blankets while he kept licking me, and then said in a small break between licks: "Suck my cock, Ruby."
This was the first moment I actually hesitated since he started touching me. Was I really going to put my dad's cock in my mouth? But then I realized I also let my dad finger and lick my pussy, so really, it was only fair I returned the favour.
So, I bend forward, grabbed daddy's cock, pulled back the skin, and while stroking I started licking the tip.
