The bedroom light flicked on and off.
"Honey, time for bed," Father's voice called, but I didn't react. "Honey?"
There was a sliver of 'me' conscious. It was buried beneath the hours of sexual hypnosis I had just subjected myself to at my boyfriend's behest. Being only 18 years old and my boyfriend several years older and sexually wiser than I, he told me these videos he sent me would 'catch me up' sexually with him.
They were strange at first, but once I got the hang of zoning out to them, they became relaxing. Like meditation almost, only once a video session ended, I always found myself exhausted and sweaty, and my clitoris would be raw and sensitive. Hours would pass, though it felt like just minutes. It was kind of like sleep in that regard.
"Honey," Father sighed and stepped into the room. Really, he was my stepfather, but he had raised me for so long that he was basically my
real daddy.
My back was to him as I stared at my laptop screen on my desk. I was only home for Christmas break (I can't stand my bitch of a mother!) before returning to my dorm at college in a week. "Hey, we talked about this. What you do when you live elsewhere is up to you, but while you sleep under this roof, your mother wants you in bed at 10 PM... Kacey, I--"
Father walked into my room and stood beside me, his hand on my shoulder to get my attention, but he noticed my laptop for the first time. It was a kind of spiraling static with videos transposed on top of it. Skinny college girl slut video played in quick succession in a time sequence showing them sucking, fucking, and being cummed on.
"Um..." he licked his lips, still in shock, and looked down to see I wasn't wearing any pants or underwear. My fingers were moist from fucking my juicy pussy. It was a strange standoff as I looked up into my father's familiar milk chocolate-colored eyes. The panic of getting caught still happened in my brain, but I couldn't act on any of it. It was like the shy, tepid, conservative girl I always was who had been locked away in a box inside my mind. The quiet girl who didn't have a boyfriend until college was forced to watch and experience everything but had no control over her body. The old Kacey was just a passenger.
"Uh, honey," Father began, already blushing as he thought of what he was going to say, but my actions interrupted him. "Kacey..."
I reached out, one hand cupped the crotch of my father's jeans while the other picked at his belt, undoing it.
"What are you doing? Stop that," he said, taking a step back. "What has gotten into you?"
I stood at once and pursued him, my hands staying on his belt. "Nothing, yet," I giggled sheepishly, "but I was hoping you would be soon."
"What? Kacey, are you high?" Father asked, grabbing my shoulders.
I looked up into his eyes as one hand undid his belt, and the other continued to rub his bulge through his jeans. "No, I'm just horny, Daddy. Ooo, I think someone else is, too." I sang with a devious grin as I felt a twitch in his pants.
"Kacey, I'm your father. We can't be doing this. You have to respect me. You can't--" he sighed to hide a grunt as I felt a large twitch in his crotch and a tent begin to form.
"Oh, you're right, Daddy. I'm being so disrespectful. I've been a bad, bad girl. I think you need to teach your little Kacey a lesson," I said with pouting lips as I felt his shaft begin to rise through his jeans. Before he had a chance to speak, I stood on my tippy-toes and pushed my lips on his. Smelling his familiar odor that I had smelled for years, feeling his body heat, and tasting his tongue as I briefly sucked on his tongue soaked me instantly. By the time he pulled me off of him I could already feel a drip falling from my sex and down my inner thigh.
Father narrowed his eyes at me, angry and sexy-like. He shook his head and stepped away. Pausing, he shook his head one more time before turning to leave. He made it to my bedroom door and closed it without leaving. Turning back to face me, I heard his fingers slide the lock into place.
I giggled with excitement, and Daddy quickly had to correct me, holding a finger to his lips to quiet me.
"I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm just too excited," I said, twisting my hips from side to side. "I think you're going to have to shut me up to keep me quiet."
Father stepped toward me with a strength and certainty I had never seen before. He took my face in his hands and kissed me hard. "Mmmhmm!" I moaned into him as I felt his tongue stab into my mouth. While my hands were busy unbuttoning and unzipping him, my lips sucked on his tongue as I felt my Daddy explore his naughty girl's mouth. Daddy's broad shoulders and muscular frame walked me backward until I was pressed against the wall, stuck between my dresser and desk.
My eyebrows were tall as I whined and made out with my father. When his jeans and boxers dropped to his ankles, I was only able to stroke his shaft three times before he broke away from the kiss. Rather forcefully, Daddy pushed me down to my knees, and before I could even prepare myself for how well-hung my Dad was, he fed the bulbous tip into my skinny mouth.
"Ugh, that's it. Swallow Daddy's cock," he groaned as his large hand pet the top of my head and his other cupped my cheek. I stretched my mouth to its limits to get my lips around his girthy meat. I felt my pussy lips drool at the fast breaths and moans he made every time my tongue lapped a circle over him. I might have been hypnotized, but it was only releasing the slut inside me. Deep down, I've always wanted to be Daddy's cock whore. I was loving this. "Goddammit," he sighed as I began to inch deeper down his cock. "You suck cock better than your mom ever did. Fuck."
"MMmmmm!" I moaned on his shaft at his words, basking in the compliment as I narrowed my eyes and worked my lips up and down his fat cock.
Father's hands went to either side of my head; his fingers gripped the back of my brunette hair as he began to thrust in and out of my mouth. The bucking motion grew longer and deeper as Daddy shoved his thick cock into my gag reflex and I spasmed, choking silently, but Father was moaning too much to notice. Her was loving his naughty girl's throat.
Saliva flowed down my chin as he thrusted harder and began to skull fuck me. My shoulders were pressed back against the wall, and my head locked in his strong hands. My mouth and lips were an object he used as he throat fucked his daughter into submission like that good slut that I was. This was my purpose. This was everything I was meant to do in life.
I'm daddy's whore...
With my eyes watering, I looked up at Daddy as he throat fucked me with his big fucking dick. I could see in his face and hear in his short breaths that he was close. I wanted to moan for him to down my throat. That I wanted his seed inside me, but all I could do was moan and squeal on his shaft.
"Ugh, fuck. I'm--I'm gonna cum," he grunted, "Daddy's gonna cum in your tight fucking mouth. Ugh--Jesus--fuck!"
My eyes rolled backward as I felt the head of his cock swell before a large gob of warm semen spat on the back of my mouth. I struggled to keep from inhaling it but eagerly swallowed every drop that he gave me.
As his thrusts slowed and his hard fucking dick slowly softened, I eased off of the wall and took my time cleaning my Daddy's cock. I took a long, deep gasp of air was it was free of my lips and quickly put it back inside my mouth as I licked, sucked, and swallowed every drip of cum that oozed out of his shaft.
"Mmmm, good girl, baby," Father groaned in his deep voice. My time sucking and stroking his limp cock went on for several minutes as I obsessed over it like any self-respecting slut would. Daddy didn't seem to mind, that is, until the knock came at the door.
"Kacey? Jake? Are you in there?" Mother's voice boomed through the thin door, and the doorknob rattled. She was angry, but that was nothing knew. She was always angry about something, and it was always someone else's fault--usually Dad's.
"Uh, yes, hold on a sec," Father said and tried to pull up his pants, but they were twisted with his boxers. Instead, he unlocked the door and cracked it just enough to show his shoulder and face. "Sorry about that, uh, I was just having a talk with Kacey."
"About what? It's past her bedtime. It's past your's, too. We should all be in bed," Mother complained.
Father laughed and shifted the conversation elsewhere but I had other intentions--like picking up where I left off. With his jeans stuck around his ankles and the lower half of his body hidden behind the door, I crawled back in front of him and, from my knees, looked up at Daddy as he spoke to Mom and wrapped my lips around his cock.
