He once suggested to me, “butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth”. That was because he knew what others did not, my demure and refined exterior hid a darker secret, he once caught me warming a hot dog sausage up my cunt, one that was about to be eaten by him, one that he himself removed, albeit tantalisingly slowly, and then ate as I watched my lubricated cunt juices run down the sides of his mouth.
“Delicious”, he said smacking his lips, “Now for my just deserts”, and he bent me double and fucked me in my sausage warming hole, until his own white sauce flowed into it and then squeezed out around the tight fit seal my small pussy made around his sausage, as he thrust into me.
I speak these words as an adult woman, to give an infantile description of what I never knew what was really happening to me at the time I discovered the pleasures of my own body. We all do and say things that feel and sound nice, without fully understanding or appreciating the implications of our actions, it’s the people we do and say them too that take advantage of the situation, so in the sense of the nice feeling pushing the sausage inside myself, the wonderment of watching that same sausage being devoured in such an appreciative way, and the very reason I was doing it, simply made sense that he take advantage and fuck me.
“The sexual intensity was nothing like I’d ever felt before. It was like being loved by a parent you never had, and the partner you always wanted, all at once.”
“It was literally night and day. At night, the first night, I felt thrilled. I thought, ‘There’s nothing wrong with this, just cultural norms that are meaningless.
“And then in the morning, we had oral sex again, and that’s when I wanted to puke and felt like a criminal. At night I was really into it, but by morning I wanted to die. That’s not hyperbole; I really wanted to die.”
I feel the need to say these words before I get into the nitty gritty details, this was how I generally felt, so fucking horny at night and so guilty and ashamed in the morning, but only after swallowing the very same semen that created me, yes, I was fucking my biological daddy, it was diagnosed as genetic sexual attraction, medically speaking, but the intensity of it made for the best fucking experience I have ever had.
Mum was pregnant with me, I was a bit on the side that went wrong for her, stoned out of her head, she was in no state to stop the unprotected sex that followed, and I was created.
Eighteen years later I learned my daddy was not my biological one, so I had this sudden deep seated urge to go out and track him down, and as I got closer through her friends and some relatives, I suddenly started to realise I was sexually aroused at being close to discovering my real parent, and that night for the first time, i masturbated and when I closed my eyes, the man on top of me and inside me was him, I had never felt such a powerful feeling, and even in the morning, I was still touching myself and panicking should he not find his daughter sexy enough to want to accept me.
We finally met up in a local wine bar and the initial meeting was, well, wow! He was taken aback at my beauty, my youth and appeal, and yes he found me sexy, intelligent, and a massive turn on, I liked that account, it was open, honest, and a genuine reaction, one I wanted to hear from his own mouth, I wanted my daddy to find me desirable enough, to want to have sex with me.
It meant he loved me, and I found that a powerful attraction, as we drank and I held his hand under the table and out of sight of other prying eyes.
He had been married and divorced, and now lived in town in a small apartment. “I want to stay with you tonight”, I said after consuming a bottle, I felt very sober, so I was speaking from my need to be closer to him, and not using alcohol as an excuse, and I think he got my intention, as I was stroking his thigh all night long, and when he retorted, “I only have one bed”, I looked into his eyes and said, “I was hoping that would be the case, I still want to spend the night with you”. My hand stopped short of his erection bulge in his pants.
I wanted to go, I needed to go as the feeling and the powerful urge I had in my crotch I knew was going to be quelled, and as we walked there, to his place, I stopped and looked at an old building, across the street.
“When I was in secondary I used to go in there and look at the coming attractions”. He looked and remarked, “That’s the porn theatre”, he retorted.
I had a wicked smile on my lips, “I know”, and he looked at me as I explained, “I always wanted to go inside and watch the old men in there doing their thing”, and I saw I captured daddy’s interest, “There was an old guy who would sit behind the cashiers window and he would watch me move from one display board to the next and the further into the cinema I got the more explicit stuff was there”. Daddy looked quizzed, “You were u******e, why did he not stop you”?
I laughed, “Quid pro Quo”, I replied.
“What’s that”, he queried?
So I told him my secret, “As I walked into the hallway leading towards the sounds of the movie looking at the explicit photos, each time I moved board, I raised my skirt a little bit at a time, until at the last board where you saw everything, so did he, I took my knickers off before entering and he got to see my bum as he jacked off, behind the window. It was our little secret”
“Fucking hell daughter”, he gasped, “And did you get in and see the men watching the porn”?
“No, by then he had achieved his aim, but I would stop and tell him, that when I was old enough, I would come in and sit on his lap, if he let me in for free”.
Daddy was slightly agitated and excited, “Did you ever go back and carry out your threat to sit on his lap”?
“I will if you come with me and watch” I felt alive and dangerous, as we walked across the road and went inside the cinema and up to the cashier desk, and there he was, still after all these years.
He looked at daddy and then me, he clearly did not remember me, I was all grown up now, “Hi”, I said, cheerily, “Bet you don’t remember me”, I said, taking a step back, turning and faced the board advertising the coming attractions.
I turned and looked over my shoulder at him as he looked, then I raised my dress hemline, all the way until my bare ass was showing, making sure both he and daddy saw my bubble butt, before returning to the window, “Well I am old enough to sit on your lap, and providing he can watch us, I will do it”.
“Door’s open little girl”, he hollered, “come right in, my God”, he continued as I went in and right up to him and threw my arms around his neck, “You ready for some fun”, I asked him, making sure daddy saw my hand all over the front of his pants, feeling for his erection.
I could smell booze of the old guys breath as I licked his neck and wheedled his cock out of his pants, t get him hard, I wanted to lap dance him to get my daddy in the mood, but the old guys was as limp as fuck and daddy could see nothing was going to please me.
I sat the old man down and went down on him, that’s when I heard my daddy say, “Fuck this, she need a good fucking”, and then he was on and in me like a rat up a drainpipe, I looked into the old mans eyes and whispered, “He is my daddy and he’s fucking me”, dirty talk or i****tuous sex, who knows, but the old mans cock just swelled up and between them I had a good time.
2) When it is hard to say, “No”
I was on holiday and walking the beach with my father when we saw a group of men standing in a circle. Daddy turned to me and said this was something I should see, so I followed him and as we drew closer I saw the men were all touching their penises, and then the reason why, there was a woman lying on the sand having sex with three other men kneeling and touching her.
I was shocked and withdrew slightly, but there was something deep inside me that found this appealing and made me venture forward. Then the men turned and saw me, smiled and reached out and pulled me forward so I could see everything and then the touching started, at first just their penises were touching my naked skin, and then someone reached in, at first I thought it was my father, reaching to pull me out, but he was standing away from and watching me with these older men being stroked, and cummed on, I did not even feel or recognise my breasts were being suckled, and a man had his penis between my legs, and then I was pulled free, shaking and trembling, and feeling their cum running down my body.
As we moved quickly away from the crowd of men who did not follow us, I saw my own father had a huge boner, “You enjoyed watching that”, I accused him, “Yes”, he admitted, adding, “but you enjoyed it even more”.
Daddy was right, I did enjoy that fear of being used like that, and for months after that, I would masturbate myself to sleep, and in my head relive that experience over and over, until I admitted to myself, and finalised that dream by lying down on the sand and letting the men do to me what that woman who was there was doing, letting them fuck her, I wanted that feeling too.
I am an exhibitionist, I think most women are, especially here in the Western World where we are constantly exposed and enticed to be more than female, we need to be sluttish, with sexy lingerie and porn that abuses, rather than lets us enjoy the sex.
“Never get into cars with strangers”, that’s a laugh, I got into a car with my uncle and he ****d me, and then rewarded me with gifts, until he was convinced I accepted I had wanted him to do it to me all along, by doing it with him again and again, in fact I became my uncles mistress for seven years, having sex with him about twenty times a year, and admittedly, only because I knew it was bad in the i****tuous way, but because he repulsed me and it appealed to my submissive streak, sometimes I would phone him and tell him I was coming around to his, because I was a naughty girl at school.
I did this because he liked to spank my bottom before fucking me, and I had a passion for pressing my swollen clitoris against his kneecap as he spanked me hard, I liked to orgasm during being punished, and would openly masturbate myself when he turned to leather across my buttocks as I knelt over the edge of the bed, the pain and pleasure melded into something unbelievable for a teenage girl to feel, but like any opiate, even that faded as I sought more bizarre outlets, even once trying with another girlfriend, smearing peanut butter on my pussy so her dog would lick it off. Try anything once, honestly, you just never know what turns you on.
It’s strange how you suddenly are streaks ahead of the boys when you get into the sex thing before your class mates. I watch as they fumble and blush, make innuendos and require alcohol for Dutch courage, whereas I have always found it easy to say what is on my mind, and if it is sex, I just ask, take them by their hand, and go behind the bicycle shed and drop my panties.
3) That Daddy Orgasm, how it Happened.
We were out partying, a group of us girls went to a nightclub to celebrate our exam results and it was a wild experience. We started with champagne and fresh orange juice, as we planed the night ahead. Dress code was simple, slutty and provocative, the “Belles of Alpha Chi Omega”, ‘Let us seek new heights’, was to be our fraternity motto for tonight only, as you know, we British don’t really get into fraternities.
Our room we soon realised had become stale and boring, that is until a group of guys barged in and suddenly everybody was having fun and some girls were slinking off and having small parties on their own with groups of guys. Our dress sense for the night really was paying off, and you soon found yourself close dancing with a guys with boners pressing against a pair of thin cotton knickers, hard not to notice or feel, pardon the pun, whilst some others were allowing themselves to be fingered, knowing their boyfriends were somewhere else trusting them not to be.
I was on a high myself, having taking a glass of bubbly with a little blue pill to loosen any fears of anxiety about rules and regulations. I actually thought I was being pretty cool and sober, but I was in reality, getting flustered and horny, I had not factored in, my ovulating cycle was hitting it’s peak and I needed some serious male attention, when my daddy suddenly appeared to take me home.
Why and where he came from never crossed my mind, I was confused and had to be reminded I had already asked him to pick me up, as proof positive of my intention just to have a few drinks and come home intacta.
When the fresh air hit me my knees buckled and I felt myself being carried to dads car and put into the passenger seat, where dad, rolled it back until I was almost horizontal.
He was parked opposite and as we sat in the dark there was a commotion across the street when another girl came out with three older men in tow.
They had moved up the street, away from the front door and suddenly she was in a clinch with one guy, who was all over her scantily clad body, “She s going to be fucked”, said daddy and I looked at them, as one of the men came in behind her and started to kiss her neck while the other guy was locked onto her mouth.
I watched engrossed as her skirt was lifted high and her panties were pulled down to just below her bum, and the guy behind was releasing his cock and pushing it into her naked bum. We both could hear her, she was almost grunting and making all these sex noises, that was when daddy asked me, “Do you know her, shall I go across and intervene”?
I heard myself reply, “Best not too Daddy, she might get pissed off”, and then I reached for my phone and started to record it.
I think my father was shocked, his little girl was all grown up and very sexist, not ashamed or embarrassed to show her sexuality, actually revelling in it watching and recording another girl about to gang fucked.
He fell silent as her moans became orgasmic apparent, the guy behind her was really starting to thrust into her hard, while the third guy played titty bongos on her breasts as she continued to suck off the first guy. I suddenly got a whiff of daddy’s aftershave and my nipples tingled, he had moved closer to me and his head was on my shoulder, Would you like to be in that girls place right now daughter”, I loved that he used “daughter”, it was i****tuous and made me feel closer to him?
“Only if you were one of the men daddy”, I replied honestly, and I reached for his hand and placed it on the strip of naked flesh at the tops of my stockings, I felt his fingers appreciate my youthful soft sensitive skin, my legs were open, and I had an ache, “Show me how much you love me”, I croaked, I was pushing my pussy down to his hand as my eyes were firmly on the sex across the street.
“Oh God”, I moaned as he entered me, his fingers following the curve of my pubic bone until he felt the roughness and change in texture of my ‘G’, “Oh Daddy”, I moaned too loudly, as the fucking stopped and all four turned and stared at the open window of our car.
Daddy was past caring, he was thrusting into me, I was a naughty bad girl, dressed like a slut and raising my bum up and down on the seat and making the car rock, they all laughed, one shouted, “Ride her man”, and went back to their own private gang bang.
The all day drinking and popping pills, released all our inhibitions and set free our sexual dreams, my orgasm at the hands of the man I grew up loving, was a blissful reward for being first a daughter and then a loving woman in his eyes, why should we afraid of family sex when there is no need for babies to come into these powerful relationships, surely the odd sex from time to time with barriers in place to prevent c***dren, is just that, sex?
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