Fuck Daddy 1

I walked through the front door quietly, hoping I wouldn’t wake my father. It was two hours passed my curfew and I didn’t feel like listening to him yell at me. My mother had gone on a business trip the previous night, and she wouldn’t be home until the next afternoon. So in her absence, my father had laid down some rules. My curfew being one of them.

I tossed my purse onto the couch and walked down the hallway. As I passed my father’s room, I stopped dead in my tracks. His door was cracked open, and his TV was on. He was watching porn. I tried to avert my eyes, but I just couldn’t do it. The porn he was watching was a lesbian one. Two girls were going at it with a double-sided dildo. And I’m not going to lie, it was turning me on. I pushed the door open a little further, and took a step it. My father was lying on his back on the bed with his cock in his hand.

I watched as he jerked himself off, and it was if every fantasy I had ever had was becoming true. I had only seen my father naked once before, but it was enough to have me pretending that the dildo I was using at night was his cock. But now that I was seeing him a little closer, his cock looked huge. I felt my pussy getting wet as I watched his hand glide up and down on his thick shaft. Every so often, he would slide his thumb over the head of his pulsing cock, and moan each time.

I wanted to touch his cock. I wanted to give my Daddy the pleasure he was giving himself. I walked closer to him and cleared my throat. My father jumped about ten feet in the air.

“Jesus Christ, Juliet.” He hissed, obviously embarrassed. He quickly covered his glorious cock, and simultaneously shut off the porn.

“I’m sorry Daddy,” I said. “I just wanted to help you.”

My dad’s eyes went wide. “Honey,” He said. “We can’t do that.”

“Yes we can Daddy,” I insisted. “I want to do it.”

My father shook his head and sent me off to bed. I went to bed feeling rejected, but I wasn’t going to give up that easily.

The next morning I put on the shortest shorts I could find and a tank top that kept my D-cup breasts barely covered. I could hear my dad downstairs, and I assumed since it was Saturday that he was cooking breakfast. I entered the kitchen.

“Morning,” I said.

My dad turned around, and opened his mouth to speak; but once he caught sight of my ‘outfit’, he shut his mouth and turned back around.

I frowned. “What are you cooking?”

“Bacon and eggs.” He said.

I hopped up onto the counter next to him and looked down, noticing the slight buldge in the front of his pants. I smiled knowing it was because of me.

“I wanted to apologize for last night.” I said as my dad took his plate and sat at the table next to me.

He nodded. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Let’s do something today.” I said, as I spread my legs. The cool breeze I felt on my pussy let me know it was definitely visible to my father.

He looked over at me, and I saw his eyes staring at my cleanly shaven pussy. “Well, uh,” My dad stuttered. “Like what?”

I shrugged as I spread my legs even further, making sure he could see my pussy clearly. I stretched my arms and felt one of my breasts pop out from underneath the tank top. I didn’t move to cover it.

My dad glanced at me from the table. “Honey, fix your shirt.” He said.

“Daddy, I was thinking,” I said, ignoring his previous statement. He shifted in his seat, and I could see an even bigger buldge in his pants. “I can see that you’re turned on right now, there’s no use in hiding it.”

My father didn’t say anything. He placed his fork down on the plate, and spoke. “This isn’t right.” He said.

“Let me try something,” I said. “And if you don’t like it, I’ll never bring it up again. I swear.”

“No.” He said.

But I was already on my knees in front of him. I moved my hands to his zipper and he swatted them away. I tried again, this time making sure to rub his hard cock through his pants. This time, he didn’t stop me. I undid his pants quickly, and when I pulled down his boxers, his hard cock sprung up at me. I didn’t hesitate to take it and put it in my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down on my father’s cock and I could tell he was trying to act like he didn’t like it.

So, I brought my other hand up and began massaging his balls. This time he moaned. I pushed his cock deeper into my throat as I continued to play with his balls. Let’s just say that my father didn’t need much convincing after that.

I stood up and walked back over to the counter where I sat on it once again. “Did you enjoy that?” I asked.

He nodded. “But this is wrong.” He said.

“Daddy, it isn’t wrong.” I insisted. “We just love each other.”

My father stood up, walking right out of his boxers and pants and stood in front of me. “It is wrong.”

I smiled as I felt him move closer to me. My father kissed me right then. It wasn’t erotic, it was tender. He kissed me gently, putting his hand on the back of my neck as he did so. He kissed me hard, slipping his tongue passed my lips and letting it massage mine. With his other hand, he pushed a finger into my pussy.

I moaned into our kiss and he pulled away. He slipped a second finger in and moved them fast. I moaned at the feeling of my father’s fingers hitting my g-spot. I pulled them out and quickly replaced them with his cock. I moaned loudly as my father started to fuck me on the kitchen counter. He thrusted into me hard and fast and used his hand to play with my clit. I was in heaven.

“Fuck Daddy,” I moaned. “Fuck.”

My daddy smiled as he fucked me. “God honey,” He panted. “You’re so tight.”

He moaned as he buried his cock deep in my pussy. He would pull out almost all the way just to pound into me again. I couldn’t stop the moans from coming. My father pulled out of me, and grabbed me around the waist. He moved me from the counter to the table and before my ass had even touched it; his cock was in my pussy again. He fucked me hard, never missing a beat. And his fingers never stopped playing with my clit. I felt him grab one of my breasts with his free hand and start to play with my nipple. This only made me moan louder.

The front door opened. “Guys!” It was my mom. “I got an earlier flight.”

My dad cursed as he continued to fuck me. We were too into this now; there was no way we could stop.

“Just keep going Daddy,” I urged him. “I’m close.”

My father grunted in response as he continued to pound his thick cock into my tight little pussy. I could hear my mother’s heels on the hardwood floor in the hallway, she was getting closer. She paused at the kitchen doorway, and then the sound of her shoes faded away as if she had turned around.

Before I knew it, I felt myself starting to cum. I buried my face in my father’s shoulder, hoping it would hide the sound of my moans as I came on my father’s cock. He grunted out a small ‘fuck’ before I felt his warm cum start to fill my pussy.

The sound of my mother’s heels returned to the hallway floor. My father pulled his cock out of my pussy and grabbed his pants before running into the bathroom in the kitchen. I sat up, making sure my chest was covered and turned around just as my mother entered the kitchen.

“Where’s your father?” She asked, not even asking why I was sitting on the kitchen table.

I shrugged. “Backyard?” I said.

My mother shrugged. “If he comes inside, let him know I’m in the bedroom.”

I nodded as my mother walked away. I silently thanked god that my back had been facing her. I looked down and my father’s cum was still coming out of my pussy. I smiled to myself knowing that this wouldn’t be the last time my father and I fucked.

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