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I never stayed out that night like I said I would, instead I had come home after 11pm and got a shock.
Mum was away for the weekend down into Germany with her work colleagues, leaving dad on his own. I announced my arrival as I normally do, by calling out at the front door, with the sound coming from the TV being the only noises I could hear.
I opened the living room door and was immediately greeted with the smell of alcohol, and dad's gentle snoring.
I pushed the door open and my heart leaped, dad was naked, lying full length on the sofa, facing the TV, his clothes lying on a pile on the floor, where he had discarded them, but what really caught my attention, was that he had an erection, and was watching a porn movie.
I swallowed hard as I edged towards him, stupidly tippy-towing on a thick pile carpet, so as not to disturb him.
My eyes were rooted onto his cock, it was huge, and I smiled inwardly, 'My dad is bigger than your dad', flashed through my head, talking to my girlfriends, and as if I needed to prove my point, I started to take pictures, once I knew daddy was really sleeping.
The porn movie was about a girl being gang-banged, pretty rough stuff to watch, but I found it appealing and gratifying as each man took his turn with her.
As dad snored gently, I was reassured by his nasal vocals, I could not resist the rising urge in my panties to feel myself, my eyes and head filled with the storyline on the TV, and dad's huge cock in its excited state.
I undid the clasp in the waistband of my denims, and eased the zipped down, and slipped my hand down the front of my panties, and started to stimulate my clitoris and labia.
As I wetted, I could insert my fingers into my hole, and I masturbated as I stood at the edge of the sofa where dad lay, my eyes drifting back and forth.
I was drifting as I could feel myself building, my denims had slipped down my thighs, and my legs were straining to be free of them, so I eased them off and my panties dropped to my ankles, where I stepped out from them, leaving the whispy material around one ankle.
I lifted my free leg onto the arm of the sofa, over dad's head, if he should open his eyes, he would see me as a woman and not his daughter, a fact that had a strange excitement in me, somehow masturbating in his sleeping presence held me on the edge, feeling my wet vagina around my inserted fingers and looking at dad's hard and swollen cock, suddenly made sense if they were as one.
I moved to the front of the sofa, my eyes on dad's face as he slept blissfully unaware of my closeness, now I was at his hips and I reached out with my wet fingers and touched him ever so gently, leaving a wet trail along the back of his penis.
Dad's snoring was constant and even, he was not disturbed by my gentle touching with my single finger, as I transferred my wetness onto his cock.
I eased myself down onto my knees and bent over his manhood, cupping it in my hand as if cradling a delicacy, and kissed him with my lips, my ears listening for the slightest of changes in his snoring, there were none, and I eased his glans into my eager open mouth, my cradling hand encompassing the shaft as my tongue encircled his swollen cock head, I started to blow my father, and finger myself simultaneously.
I did not even feel his hand on the back of my head, it was only when I tried to raise it as I bobbed up and down on his shaft did I realise he was holding my head down, and as my tongue pressed his glans against the roof of my mouth, did I realize that daddy's hips were moving as he thrust into me.
I wanted to turn and look up at him, but he was having nothing of it, he knew where his cock was, in his daughters mouth, and now his grip on my hair was viscous, like the girl in the porn movie, this was rough and his cock bruised the back of my throat, my face looking down as he thrust into my open mouth, my throat relaxed, and my breathing controlled and laboured.
'Oh Fuckkkkkkkk!, he screamed, as my face and lips were forced down into his pubic hair, I could feel him hard against my tonsils and bend downwards into my throat.
I gagged as I choked, but thankfully had sufficient air in my lungs to last the final thrusts, as his cock swelled and relaxed, as he pumped his semen into my mouth, bypassing all the taste buds in my tongue and straight down my throat.
I felt his grip on my hair relax and I let his cock slip from my mouth. I turned and looked at him, smiled and lay my head on his stomach, my free hand searching for him and encircling the cock that had been so deep inside my mouth.
Dad had a strange smile on his lips, as if just discovering his daughter was a woman who could give him brilliant blow-jobs.
'Where did you learn to do that', he asked me quietly.
I had yet to have my own passions quelled, and the urge returned, now the ice had been broken. I let daddy's cock go and felt myself between my legs and realised my impending need for relief, I reached up and eased myself alongside him, my leg rising over his hip and his cock pressing against my inner soft flesh of my thigh, his cock imprint emphasizing my need of him.
I was not drunk or on d**gs, but my head spun with a lightness I had never experienced before, this was not my father I was sliding onto, not his cock I had in my hand between our bodies, my labia parting as I tried to guide him in, 'Fuck me', was my answer, 'Fuck me', I repeated, over and over.
The clock struck 3am as I heaved up and down, riding as I do a stallion when barebacking him, I rode and rode until the mist cleared and the intense pleasure spread throughout my being.
I awoke the next morning atop my daddy, his cock still embedded within me, we rode again and laughed, as if discovering we had the same love of what we were doing, what's so wrong with that?
Mum was away for the weekend down into Germany with her work colleagues, leaving dad on his own. I announced my arrival as I normally do, by calling out at the front door, with the sound coming from the TV being the only noises I could hear.
I opened the living room door and was immediately greeted with the smell of alcohol, and dad's gentle snoring.
I pushed the door open and my heart leaped, dad was naked, lying full length on the sofa, facing the TV, his clothes lying on a pile on the floor, where he had discarded them, but what really caught my attention, was that he had an erection, and was watching a porn movie.
I swallowed hard as I edged towards him, stupidly tippy-towing on a thick pile carpet, so as not to disturb him.
My eyes were rooted onto his cock, it was huge, and I smiled inwardly, 'My dad is bigger than your dad', flashed through my head, talking to my girlfriends, and as if I needed to prove my point, I started to take pictures, once I knew daddy was really sleeping.
The porn movie was about a girl being gang-banged, pretty rough stuff to watch, but I found it appealing and gratifying as each man took his turn with her.
As dad snored gently, I was reassured by his nasal vocals, I could not resist the rising urge in my panties to feel myself, my eyes and head filled with the storyline on the TV, and dad's huge cock in its excited state.
I undid the clasp in the waistband of my denims, and eased the zipped down, and slipped my hand down the front of my panties, and started to stimulate my clitoris and labia.
As I wetted, I could insert my fingers into my hole, and I masturbated as I stood at the edge of the sofa where dad lay, my eyes drifting back and forth.
I was drifting as I could feel myself building, my denims had slipped down my thighs, and my legs were straining to be free of them, so I eased them off and my panties dropped to my ankles, where I stepped out from them, leaving the whispy material around one ankle.
I lifted my free leg onto the arm of the sofa, over dad's head, if he should open his eyes, he would see me as a woman and not his daughter, a fact that had a strange excitement in me, somehow masturbating in his sleeping presence held me on the edge, feeling my wet vagina around my inserted fingers and looking at dad's hard and swollen cock, suddenly made sense if they were as one.
I moved to the front of the sofa, my eyes on dad's face as he slept blissfully unaware of my closeness, now I was at his hips and I reached out with my wet fingers and touched him ever so gently, leaving a wet trail along the back of his penis.
Dad's snoring was constant and even, he was not disturbed by my gentle touching with my single finger, as I transferred my wetness onto his cock.
I eased myself down onto my knees and bent over his manhood, cupping it in my hand as if cradling a delicacy, and kissed him with my lips, my ears listening for the slightest of changes in his snoring, there were none, and I eased his glans into my eager open mouth, my cradling hand encompassing the shaft as my tongue encircled his swollen cock head, I started to blow my father, and finger myself simultaneously.
I did not even feel his hand on the back of my head, it was only when I tried to raise it as I bobbed up and down on his shaft did I realise he was holding my head down, and as my tongue pressed his glans against the roof of my mouth, did I realize that daddy's hips were moving as he thrust into me.
I wanted to turn and look up at him, but he was having nothing of it, he knew where his cock was, in his daughters mouth, and now his grip on my hair was viscous, like the girl in the porn movie, this was rough and his cock bruised the back of my throat, my face looking down as he thrust into my open mouth, my throat relaxed, and my breathing controlled and laboured.
'Oh Fuckkkkkkkk!, he screamed, as my face and lips were forced down into his pubic hair, I could feel him hard against my tonsils and bend downwards into my throat.
I gagged as I choked, but thankfully had sufficient air in my lungs to last the final thrusts, as his cock swelled and relaxed, as he pumped his semen into my mouth, bypassing all the taste buds in my tongue and straight down my throat.
I felt his grip on my hair relax and I let his cock slip from my mouth. I turned and looked at him, smiled and lay my head on his stomach, my free hand searching for him and encircling the cock that had been so deep inside my mouth.
Dad had a strange smile on his lips, as if just discovering his daughter was a woman who could give him brilliant blow-jobs.
'Where did you learn to do that', he asked me quietly.
I had yet to have my own passions quelled, and the urge returned, now the ice had been broken. I let daddy's cock go and felt myself between my legs and realised my impending need for relief, I reached up and eased myself alongside him, my leg rising over his hip and his cock pressing against my inner soft flesh of my thigh, his cock imprint emphasizing my need of him.
I was not drunk or on d**gs, but my head spun with a lightness I had never experienced before, this was not my father I was sliding onto, not his cock I had in my hand between our bodies, my labia parting as I tried to guide him in, 'Fuck me', was my answer, 'Fuck me', I repeated, over and over.
The clock struck 3am as I heaved up and down, riding as I do a stallion when barebacking him, I rode and rode until the mist cleared and the intense pleasure spread throughout my being.
I awoke the next morning atop my daddy, his cock still embedded within me, we rode again and laughed, as if discovering we had the same love of what we were doing, what's so wrong with that?
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