“You were! You dirty old man, spying on your own daughter!” I tsked at him and shook my head. “You should be ashamed!”
“I totally am,” he nodded. “I should be punished.”
We both laughed a moment later.
“Like daughter like father,” I said.
“Seems we’re both perverted sluts,” Dad said.
His words sent a jolt through my groin. I wanted to jump him right then, but another question came to me, and I had a feeling if I didn’t ask now, I wouldn’t get a chance later.
“Dad, have you cheated on mom?” I asked seriously.
“You mean with you?” He smiled.
“No, with other people. The way you talk about sneaking around…”
“Your mom and I have a sort of agreement. Ever since she seemed to have lost interest in sex, she says she doesn’t care as long as I don’t bring home any luggage,” he said.
“Luggage?”
“Nothing that won’t wash off,” he said.
“Oooooh,” I got it. “So, you’ve… with other women–”
“And men. Sometimes both.”
“You are a slut, aren’t you?” I grinned, breaking the serious moment.
“I’m just horny, and masturbation only goes so far,” he said.
“Ain’t that the truth,” I agreed. “So…”
“So?” He asked.
“So what about us?” I asked.
“What about us?” he grinned.
“Don’t tease me!” I complained.
“But you like being teased,” he said.
I growled and he chuckled.
“OK. Am I interested? Yes,” he began.
“Is it just because… because of my cock?” I asked, suddenly feeling vulnerable.
“Your cock? No. You are a smart, funny, gorgeous woman who I’ve been fantasizing about since your birthday. Your cock,” he cleared his throat. “Your cock is the icing on the cake.”
“That was horrible,” I groaned.
“Sorry, I am a dad,” he shrugged. “Dad jokes come with it.”
“Why haven’t you said anything before?” I asked. “I mean, it’s been a while since I turned 18.”
“Do I really have to answer that?” he asked.
“Oh… yeah.” I thought for a moment. “You said you’ve been fantasizing about this. Have you ever… roll played it out?”
He blushed furiously.
“OMG, you have!” I grinned.
“Only with someone who didn’t know I had daughters,” he said.
“Oh? Is it just me, or do you think about Remmi too?”
Dad blushed even harder.
I shook my head, “Such a slut. Wanting to fuck your own daughters.” I tsked again.
“Hey, you were both legal!” Dad grinned. “So, are we back to punishment already?” Dad asked, looking at me slyly.
I laughed.
“So, I take it you want to keep doing this?” Dad said, indicating the two of us.
“Oh fuck yes! You’re sexy and have an amazing cock! And… you’re good to me,” I blushed a bit then. Again, with this man… he’s been the only one who ever made me blush.
“To what end?” he asked.
“What do you mean?”
“How far are you looking to take this?” he asked.
“I haven’t thought beyond trying to get your cock down my throat, Dad!” I said in exasperation.
“Is that all you want, oral? Or do you want more?” he asked.
“Oh, I thought you meant something else,” I said. I thought he was talking about a relationship or something. I was pretty sure I was just in it for the sex… pretty sure. This was so crazy, though; who knew?
“I did,” he said, looking at me. “But let’s keep it simple for now. Do you want more than oral?”
I could see him starting to get excited again as the conversation turned.
“Yes Dad, I want more than blowjobs. I want all of it. I want to try everything… twice,” I said.
“Just in case you screwed it up the first time?” he grinned at me.
I just nodded as we stared at one another.
“I do have a rule, one I have with everybody I’ve been with,” he said seriously.
“What?” I asked cautiously.
“No games. I’m not talking about the innocent voice you like to use roll-playing, or any of that. I’m talking about real mind games. If you want something from me, ask. That’s all I want. Be honest and tell me what you want. That way, there’s no confusion. And if at any time you want to stop, we stop right then and there,” his eyes were on mine as he said it all.
I studied him for a minute, letting his words sink in. This man didn’t want to hurt me. He was being so honest it was obvious he’d had problems in the past. Slowly, I nodded and gathered my courage.
“Dad… I… I want you to fuck me,” it was really hard saying it for some reason.
He nodded. “Only if you agree to fuck me back sometime.”
My eyebrows went up in surprise. I don’t know why I was surprised, but I was. But the thought of it was insanely hot and made my cock sit up.
“What?” he said innocently. “You did say you wanted to try everything, and if you think I’d pass up a chance to get banged by a hot futa, you’re crazy!” He grinned at me. Then he looked down, “And it appears someone finds the thought attractive.”
I didn’t have to look to know my cock was rock hard at this point and starting to strain at my shorts.
“You should probably take those off before you make another wet spot,” he said, a bit of sexy touching his voice at the end.
“As long as you take responsibility for it,” I said as I raised my butt up and started scootching my shorts off. He leaned over and kissed me as my hands were occupied, causing me to stop.
His mouth was warm and inviting. His tongue snaked into my mouth and explored. We shifted, and it was my turn to dart my tongue into his mouth.
Then he was kissing my jaw, my neck and my collarbone.
My shorts were half off, forgotten. I felt his fingers as he slowly unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my breasts.
He stopped and admired my chest long enough for me to start to get a bit self-conscious before his large hands were cupping me, and his mouth was working its way down to a nipple. He massaged my boobs as he took his time licking, sucking and kissing every inch of them. Most guys just pay attention to the nipples, but he gave everything equal, marvelous attention. My cock was poking him under the chin by the time he moved lower.
Moving off the couch and kneeling before me he paused. Glancing up at me he moved to the office door and opened it, causing me to freeze. He then went and turned on the light to the stairs before returning and kneeling at my feet.
When I looked at him and the now wide-open door, he shrugged. “It’s how I know if anyone’s coming,” he said as he finished pulling off my shorts.
“But–”
“Plus, it’s pretty hot, right? The thought of maybe being caught?” he asked.
I had to admit, the thought of getting caught added to my excitement, but that was all forgotten as he leaned over and took my cock into his mouth.
His lips were amazing. Without using anything other than his lips and tongue, I knew this man could drive me wild. Then he was kissing down the length of my shaft. He grabbed my hips and pulled me forward. Pushing me back onto the couch, my cock lay on my stomach as he began kissing and licking my slit.
It was a new feeling. I’d been eaten out plenty before I had a cock, but it mostly involved my clit. My dad was running his tongue through my folds and occasionally diving within. His fingers joined his mouth in exploring my pussy.
All I could do was lay there, staring over the top of my cock at the man that was making noises so lewd I should be offended. Instead, I found myself heading towards orgasm.
How? How can he make me feel this good? Can he make me cum without touching my cock? How? I’d never had an orgasm without some stimulation to my clit. But before I knew it, I could feel the old waves of my girl orgasm washing over me.
My cock just throbbed. It didn’t cum as my body was racked by wave after wave of pleasure. How had he done that? My father was an oral God, apparently.
As I lay there, my body still spasming from the aftershocks, I realized I could cum as a girl and as a guy. They were so different. I briefly wondered what it would feel like to have both at the same time, but my father’s cock drew my attention.
I felt his hot cock as he rested it along my slit. I looked down to find him looking at me questioningly. All I could do was nod as I watched the head of his cock slip lower until it was resting against my moist lips.
It wasn’t the first cock I’d had inside me, far from it. But it was my father’s and the thought of what we were about to do sent a thrill running from my pussy to the tip of my cock and back.
Then the head slipped in.
He was probably the biggest I’d ever had, and I could tell. I was being stretched as he continued to slowly sink into me.
I opened my eyes again; when had I closed them? He was looking at me. I bit my lip and spread my legs a bit more to make way for him.
When he bottomed out in me, he leaned down and kissed me deeply. He held his cock still as I reveled in the fullness he was giving me and delighted in the kissing. It was incredibly hot. No one had ever kissed me like this before, and definitely not while fucking.
Then he was moving. It felt like it took forever as he pulled all the way out of me. My pussy made an ugly slurping sound as he plunged back in. Still kissing me, he began to slide in and out of me. No one had done that either, coming all the way out of me and then back in. Normally, they kept the head in and went at it from there. But not my dad. Thankfully, I was insanely wet and his bulbous head slipped between my lips with ease.
I thought he was going to stop kissing me, but he didn’t. He just kept fucking me, kissing me over and over. Even when we were both panting for air, his lips still didn’t leave mine.
My eyes rolled as he filled me over and over. I started shaking from the pleasure and moaning into his mouth.
I knew the door was open, and the rest of the family was right upstairs. They could come down at any minute and find Dad railing me on the couch. It just made me moan more and louder! Dad didn’t stop me from being loud and didn’t stop pounding me.