At age 26, I decided to go after something I had wanted since I hit puberty - I wanted to fuck my dad. I knew how difficult it would be, and how risky, because of how hesitant he would feel, but I had a few things working in my favor. Firstly, I was adopted, so I could argue that only screwing a biological daughter would really be incest. Secondly, I was positive that he hadn't had sex with mom in ten years or more. I had to wonder if he had found anyone else during that time, since I knew mom had caught him once when I was thirteen fucking another woman in his office. Silly daddy, you should have locked the door. And I hoped his deleted search history was as full of daddy/daughter porn as mine was.
I decided that the best way to get him to fuck me was to make him horny for me before he knew who he was talking to, so I made a throwaway email account and sent him an anonymous confession - "Although it can't happen, I wish I could please you. I know it's probably been a while since someone took care of your needs and I wish it could be me. I would happily suck your cock until it was nice and hard, then spread my legs so you could slide into my soaking cunt and fuck me until you came." Maybe I could get him to sext with this mysterious admirer for a while. I could even send him nudes as long as I didn't include my face.
It was unlikely to work out this way, but I had a thought. Maybe if I turned him on enough I could convince him to wait blindfolded in his office for his mystery lover to come and take care of him. Then I could fuck him without him even knowing it was me. I checked the email account obsessively for the rest of the day, and couldn't sleep at night. I tried to satisfy myself with my fingers but it just wasn't enough. I needed a nice, thick cock.
The next day while he was at work, he did respond. "Maybe we can work something out, as long as my wife doesn't find out. Are you one of my clients? I noticed your profile says your birthday is January 1st, 1990. I assume that's not your real birthday, but are you really that young?"
"I am in my twenties," I admitted, "Why? Not used to fucking younger women? Then maybe my tight young cunt will be a special treat."
"Not that young! And yes, it definitely will. I'll eat you right up. When can we meet?"
"You wouldn't fuck me if you knew who I was," I confessed. We had been emailing back and forth over the course of several hours, and it was now early afternoon. I had an idea. I dressed in a short skirt, a low cut shirt, and the strappy black boots my father said he wasn't sure he wanted his daughter in. Then, I drove to his office and let myself in.
"Oh! Hi, sweetie!" he said. He was working, but I could see he had other tabs open. "What's going on?"
"I was running errands and just thought I'd stop by. How's your day going?"
"Alright. Have a seat! Can I get you a coke or something?"
"Sure," I agreed, and he left the room. I took the opportunity to hurry over and peak at his other tabs. The email conversation was open, along with a porn - "Dad punishes slutty daughter." Perfect. Made sure I was sitting back down and perfectly composed when he came back.
"So what errands were you running?" he asked, sitting down next to me.
"Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something. You know how I broke up with my boyfriend? There's something I didn't tell you and mom, and she wouldn't understand. Can you keep it between the two of us?"