I've been reading on this site for a while, but until now, I didn't have anything to write about.
I finally got the courage to try to hook up with my dad. He's been raising me by himself since my mom died when I was 6. I've wanted him since probably when I was 15 or so. We had a strange but strong relationship. He was pretty strict, but he was also very much my best friend. I've had a few boyfriends over the years, but nothing too serious. Enough to have a decent amount of sexual experience at this point. That was one thing dad and I never really talked about. It was the basic "you shouldn't be doing it. But if you do, be safe."
I never had the courage to tell him I wanted him. By the time I was 17, I was wearing pretty skimpy stuff around the house, trying to get his attention. It never worked how I'd wanted. He'd notice, but he'd ask me why I was dressed like that and I'd tell him because it was comfortable.
After I graduated high school, I went off to college. I'd only see him some weekends or during breaks. On our most recent break after finals, I was back home visiting him. He looked good, as always. He's 41 now, and still in great shape. And, as always, I still wanted him.
I was dressed in some short yellow shorts and a white tank top. The whole day had passed with no response, as usual, before he said goodnight and went to bed. As soon as he went into his room, I started to drink some of the brandy he had in the kitchen. I figured I'd just drink away my misery. He's never been okay with the idea of me drinking until after I turn 21, so I had to wait until he was in bed.
Anyway, a couple hours had passed. I was certainly buzzed. I was just sitting in the living room watching the Batman v Superman movie on demand, and continuing to drink. Suddenly I noticed dad standing off to my right, glaring angrily at me. "You know I don't like you drinking" he said.
"Dad, I'm in college. I drink. It's a part of life", I told him.
He was wearing a robe that was tied closed, but his some of his chest and chest hair were exposed. I stared at him and I'm pretty sure I cracked a smile.
He took a seat in his recliner, and started to watch the movie with me. We hung out and talked for a bit, mostly about how we agreed that Superman would completely destroy Batman in a fight, lol. Before I knew it, I was getting more comfortable and forgetting where I was and who was around me. I took off my bra as we talked and laid it on the top of the couch behind me. It wasn't even a minute later before I realized that my dad was checking me out. He was trying not to stare, but was failing miserably. I realized he could see my tits and nipples very clearly through my white tank top. For those who are curious, 36DD. I'm on the "chubby" side, but I've got curves, thank you.
I don't know if it was the alcohol, or the years of wanting and frustration getting to me, or both... but I jumped at this opportunity. He looked straight at me, as I slowly took off my shirt.
Eventually he asked me "what the fuck are you doing, Amy?" That was not the response I was hoping for. I told him "it's okay, dad. You can look. You can touch if you want to. I've wanted you to for so long. That's why I dress like this." I was putting myself out there.
"No, it's not okay. Put your shirt back on and go to bed. NOW!"
I teared up and ran to my room. I had been shut down. I cried for a bit. Maybe 5 minutes had passed, when I heard my door open and then close. The light was off but there was enough light from the outside for me to make out my dad's nice frame walking towards my bed. I could see him take off his robe and dropped it on the chair on his way over to my bed.
"You still awake?" He asked me.
"Yeah, I'm up." I replied.
I was still on top of my blanket, and I'm quite sure he could see my topless body laying there, as he couldn't take his eyes off me.
He sat on the bed next to me and sighed. I rubbed my hand on his back. I leaned in and kissed me. I got soaking wet almost immediately, as his hand started to rub my stomach, and then my thigh.
"Daddy?" I said.
"Yeah baby?"
"Fuck me." I said, in my best attempt at a sexy voice.
"I really shouldn't" he said. But he climbed all the way onto the bed, and slipped my shorts and panties off. I started to spread my legs and he shoved them open wider, and wasted no time in shoving his huge cock inside me. I say huge, because it felt huge. I'm not sure how big he is, but I can tell you I've never been with anything even close to his size before. I let out a very loud moan and an "oh fuck, DADDY!"
I could very plainly make out the huge grin on his face as he started to fuck me. Hard but slow, deeper and deeper until he was hitting my cervix. I've never felt anything like it. I'd thought about this moment for years, and never could have imagined it going like this. Dad was fucking me like he had probably been wanting to do it for years, too. He was very rough and aggressive. He continued to fuck me hard, getting faster and then slowing down, then speeding right back up. I'm not sure how long it lasted, or how many times I must have said "oh daddy fuck me" or how many times he said something like "you're so fucking tight, baby girl." When he was ready to cum, he pulled out, and jerked off onto my stomach. When he was done, he went down on me and ate my pussy until I came. We laid there together and eventually fell asleep. When I woke up, he was gone. I took a shower and got dressed, but I put a black tank top and this short denim skirt hiked up enough where it just screams "fuck me", lol. I couldn't stop thinking about that night, and wanted more.
When I wandered into the kitchen he was sitting in his robe again, like so many mornings when I was growing up. He sat and drank coffee as I strolled in slowly.
"Good morning, daddy." I said.
"Good morning, Amy." He replied.
I went over to grab some cereal and make a bowl. To my delight, I got interrupted.
Dad was right behind me, leaning into me and pushing me against the counter. He pushed me down and bent me over it.
"Is this what you want? To be my little slut?" He asked me.
"Yes sir." I said.
He lifted my skirt even higher, exposing my ass and pussy. I hadn't put on panties. He roughly got his hand in between my legs and started to rub my pussy first, then finger me. And then he opened his robe, got his cock out, and slid into me from behind, in very rough fashion. This was probably even more shocking than the first time. That my dad was being rough with me was a dream come true. The truth was that yes, I absolutely want to be his little slut. Any time and anywhere.
He kept me bent over the counter and pressed down on my back with his hand. He also spanked me several times, very hard. I was very loud, and he called me all sorts of dirty names. Bitch, slut, whore, and my personal favorite, he called me his "little slut daughter." That's perfect.
He fucked me hard and deep, and when he started to go really fast, I knew he was getting close. The next thing I knew, my dad was cumming inside me. I could feel spurt after warm spurt inside my pussy, as he grunted and held my head down against the counter. He didn't let me up until he was completely done. He stood me up, turned me around, and kissed ..(continue confession)
