I feel the need to share this story. It truly blows my mind every time I think about it. I can't believe I had the nerve to go through with it. Well, here goes nothing...
First let me say that my boyfriend and I were calling each other Mommy and Daddy all day. We were training our Dobermans (our babies) and were just kind of being cutesy I guess. The time came to go to bed and he asked, if I was "going to take care of Daddy like a good girl should." Meaning let him fuck me until my knees trembled.
I said, "Whatever my Daddy wants!" We started fooling around and soon were having some really great sex.
In the heat of it, he asked me to say "Fuck me Daddy!" Well, at first I felt very awkward. But I was pretty hot too. I replied, "I think my father would be very upset if I told him to fuck me." He groaned with passion. "I'm quite sure my father would be very mad if I told him to ram his hard cock into me." He started pumping into me faster. "And I know he'd be upset if I told him to cum inside my tight little pussy." He started fucking me so hard I was getting dizzy. "And I can't imagine what my mother would say, if she walked in and saw my father fucking me...with my legs around his back and my nails digging into his shoulders." I wrapped my legs around my boyfriend and started matching his thrusts. He was going crazy and I was getting turned on by it. "Can you imagine it? What would my mother say if she saw that... Daddy fucking me hard and fast and me saying...."Fuck me Daddy! Fuck me with that big, hard cock!" As soon as I said that, my boyfriend exploded inside of me, yelling "Oh God!" I rarely cum during intercourse, usually just during foreplay (if at all.) But that night I came so hard that I trembled for several minutes.
After we calmed down he said, "Wow, we were talking about your father during sex."
"Yup," was all I could say. I felt very weird after the hormones stopped racing around. I got up and took a shower. The whole time I couldn't help but think about what I had said in bed. Inevitably, I pictured my father on top of me, fucking me. I tried to shake the thoughts, but my pussy was tingling and getting very wet. I thought about it and I guess I had pictured it while my boyfriend was fucking me. And I realized, I wanted my father to fuck me. Without even knowing, I slid my hand down my wet torso and began rubbing my clit, dreaming about my own father having his way with me. His tight balls slapping against my ass as he rammed his cock into me mercilessly. Again, I had a very powerful orgasm. I was showering with the curtain open. I looked in the mirror and I saw a look of absolute lust in my eyes I had never seen before.
I watched myself fondling my breasts, tugging at the nipples. I wanted my father to be there watching me. I asked him in my mind, "Do you like that Daddy?" And came for the third time that night.
That night I dreamt of it, the whole thing. What I had said, how much my man enjoyed it, how hard I had cum and mostly the look in my eyes. I woke with a very different feeling. I never really thought about sex that much when I was at work before. But that day I could think of little else. The other girls in my office always talk about it and were making it even harder on me to stay focused. I thought about going to the bathroom and trying to "relieve some sexual tension". I just kept thinking of my father and his cock. A cock I hadn't seen nor touched but was driving me crazy with lust. And I came to another realization just then... I didn't feel weird for thinking the taboo thoughts. I just wanted to get fucked by him, very very soon.
I called my boyfriend and got him going. "Hi Daddy," I cooed.
"Jenny?" I knew he was going to play along then. I had told him long ago never to call me Jenny because that's what my parents call me.
"Yes Daddy, it's me."
"What's on your mind Honey?"
"You are Daddy."
"I am? And what is my little Jenny thinking about?"
"Your cock Daddy.. I want it again.. I want to feel it deep inside me." I heard his breathing quicken and the rustling of clothes. "Whatcha doing Daddy?"
"Just thinking about you Princess."
"You are? Are you naked Daddy?"
"Yes Dear."
"Are you stroking that nice hard cock for me Daddy?"
"Uh huh."
"Daddy? Am I a better fuck than Mom?"
He groaned very loudly. "Oh Christ Jen!"
"Am I Daddy? Mom has a nice body but my tits are bigger. Do you like my tits Daddy?"
"Yes Jenny, I love your tits. I always have!"
"I'm playing with them now Daddy, rubbing my hard nipples for you."
"Oh God Jen!"
"Are you cumming for me Daddy?"
"Very close Honey!"
"Daddy.... If I were there... would you fuck me?" I heard him moan just like he did the night before. I also heard little light taps against the phone. He told me later that he came so hard it hit the phone and the pillow behind his head.
That evening we fucked like mad. I called him Daddy and he called me Jenny. I had never experienced multiple orgasms until that night. I actually thought that they were a myth!
The next day would change my life.
I left for work early, before my boyfriend got out of bed. I put on thigh high stockings and garters. All black. I had seen my father's girlie magazines as a teen and all the girls wore black lingerie. I put on a very sheer black lace bra, no panties though. I was getting so hot thinking about what I was going to do that afternoon. I went to work and got everything done before noon. Then I went to my parent's house. My mother was working and Dad's car was gone. "Perfect!" I thought.
I let myself in and went directly to my old bedroom. The place I had pictured my father and I having sex. There it was... my old poster bed.. my full-length mirror... My pussy snapped when I replayed my dreams through my head.
I went down to the bathroom and removed my skirt and blouse. I was going to pretend like I had spilled something on them at work and was there to clean them. My parents live much closer to my office than I do, so no one would think it odd. I poured some coffee on them and then let them soak in the sink.
I laid down on the couch and awaited my father's return. I was sure he was golfing and would be back by 1:30. It was 1:25. I watched the driveway anxiously. All the while lightly rubbing my nipples through my bra.
He arrived at exactly 1:37. I laid back and feigned sleep. He walked in and stopped dead. My nipples were still hard and I was wearing no panties. As I said earlier, I have a nicer body than my mother, and right then my father was getting a good look at it.
"Jenny! What in the hell are you doing?" He yelled.
I pretended to wake up and look at him, "Hi Daddy."