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(Warning: NC, All characters are over 18 years of age and this is a fictional story)

I had just slipped on the silkiest pink satin lingerie slip for bedtime. I stole them from mothers old clothes. The soft coldness of the fabric and how it clung to my new curves made me feel so tingly and excited.

I walked out into the living room to say goodnight to daddy and see if he would notice. He had been working longer shifts since the loss of mother leaving our family for another man. It had hit him hard and I knew he missed her a lot.

Mother leaving hadn’t bothered me a bit though. She was distant and always away from the house. It was daddy that kept me company and made me smile. Daddy that cared for me and cooked for me, that cuddled me during movies and played games with me. He was all I ever needed and I hated that graduation was around the corner and I was expected to go off to college.

Although, while usually appearing professional and clean cut, he now looked so tired and weary. He had fallen asleep on the couch, a glass of whiskey and ice sitting on the ground beneath a dangling arm.

The large frame of his lumberjack-esque body barely fit the couch as he lay on his back. His peppered dark hair fell across his forehead almost covering his brow, and his scruffy face clearly was beyond a five-o-clock shadow.

His jeans had dirt smudges at the knees from work, and I watched as his chest rose and fell beneath a buttoned flannel shirt. He was in a deep sleep. Probably helped by the whiskey.

I slowly approached him, wishing I could crawl up on top of him and wrap my body around him. I missed how he held me when I was little. He no longer let me straddle him when we hugged, saying I was a big girl now and it wasn’t appropriate. I hated that. I missed being so close to him and feeling him against me.

Although lately, there were new things I was feeling that I couldn’t explain. I found myself thinking of the times I watched him in the shower, and the one time I saw him with mother. I even dreamed about it.

I should probably take his clothes off and tuck a blanket on him, like he does for me when I fall asleep during a movie, I thought.

I leaned over his body, smelling the sweet spice smell of his body wash. My hands trembled a little as I reached down to his silver belt buckled and slowly undid it.

Grabbing the buckle part, I tugged and tried to slide the belt from its loops and off from daddy but it didn’t budge.

Frustrated. I tugged again but couldn’t slide the belt off, it only move a little bit. I placed a foot on the couch and began to bursa escort give a heave with my full strength, when I felt my bare foot slide from the edge of the couch and my body flew back as I fell on my butt with a loud thunk.

The noise scared me and I immediately glanced to daddy but he hadn’t woke. Thank goodness! It was then I realized how silly what I was doing was and giggled out loud. I didn’t need to take the belt off him. They would slide down with his pants.

I rolled my eyes at the situation and giggled some more, covering my mouth with my hand. Sometimes as daddy says, I focus too much on tiny details and not the big picture. And honestly, it was sometimes very hard to focus around daddy.

Returning to the couch, I moved my fingers to his jeans, this time undoing the button and sliding down the zipper.

My breath quickened a little as I tugged the pants down and saw the outline of daddy’s manhood through the thin cotton of his boxers.

I tried not to look, my face blushing, and finished removing his pants. I folded them and placed them on the ground.

Then I went to start unbuttoning his shirt, but my eyes strayed back to his crotch. He was so much larger than I had expected.

My friend Sara once dared a guy to remove his cock and show us and he did it, but it was like one third the size of Daddy’s.

I wanted to touch it and see how it felt, see if it would grow bigger. See if I could make daddy moan like when he was in the shower. I sat quietly on the edge of the couch, to get comfortable. My hands slid down to the waist of his boxers.

I glanced up at him. Daddy probably wouldn’t wake up..I had seen him this drunk before and he slept through mother blasting music in her bedroom.

My fingertips traced the outline of his manhood before laying my hand down on it. It was so warm and firm. I wondered what would happen, if I just slid his boxers down a little more.

With both hands, I slowly eased his boxers down.

I watched daddy’s sleeping face for any changes as I slid the boxers down his legs, and his large cock sprung slightly up at the action of his boxers disappearing. Folding the boxers up, I set them on top of the pants.

Looking down at daddy, I blushed a little at the sight of him. His cock lay elevated and stiff along his stomach. cautiously, I reached my fingers over to run them along it’s length and then tracing the circle of his head.

A soft moan startled me, as I looked and saw daddy make a face as he continued sleeping. The breathing of his chest moved a little faster than before.

Being bold, I let bursa escort bayan my hand encircle his cock and hold it. It was warm, hard and seemed to pulse under my grasp. I was surprised this was what daddy had under his clothes all the time.

I slowly let my hand move along its length, hearing soft little noises and growls from daddy. He must be having a good dream. As a little droplet of liquid started to form at the tip, I was compelled to use a finger to collect and taste it. It was salty but also sweet.

I clenched my thighs at what seemed to be a tight achey feeling spreading to my core. All of this touching had gotten me very wet and I wondered if I should rub myself.

I knew about masturbation from tv and friends. Sometimes I liked to straddle my pillows while my hand rubbed between my legs touching the little nub at the entrance to my pussy.

Moving one hand against daddy’s length, I slid my other hand up my inner thigh under the satin slip I was wearing. My fingers rubbed in the wetness of my pussy and I moved my hips to grind against them. My breath sped up and I whimpered at the feeling of need and unknown ache.

I tried to move my hand up and down daddy’s length in pace to my own grinding, feeling its warm throb and wondered,.. Would daddy wake if I rubbed myself along his cock?

So far, he seemed very dead asleep, besides moans and heavy breathing there were no signs of waking.

Using both hands, I shifted my slip above my hips and tried to carefully straddle daddy on the couch without disturbing him. I lowered myself slowly against his length and moaned.

His cock lay flat between us and the head pressed against my nub. Using my wetness, I rocked my hips back and forth against him. Rubbing his cock faster and increasing the pleasure for myself.

I moaned panting. Daddy felt so good against me. I wish he was awake to see me being so grown up, but it was probably best that he was passed out. He did seem to be having fun as well from his moans.

Using my hands to steady myself, I grinded more, feeling a pressure build that was completely new to me. It overwhelmed me and I loudly cried out, ‘Daddy’, as I felt myself plunge over an edge of ecstasy.

I collapsed against daddy’s chest panting and heard a soft.. ‘Oh Becca’. Was he awake? I sat up and glanced hopefully but his eyes were still closed and his face still passive.

But that was my name, was he dreaming about me? Pleasure flooded again through my cheeks and I smiled. My body still clenched and pulsed from the fun rubbing but I wanted daddy to be pleased. I wanted him escort bursa to know how much I care for him.

Laying down I moved myself lower to daddy’s cock. It stood shiny and wet but also looked quite swollen. Using a hand, I gripped it and moved from base to right below the head. I let my pink tongue dart out to slide along the slit of the tip. I could taste more of the salty liquid along with what must have been my own fluids taste.

Lowering my mouth I gently sucked on the tip of daddys cock like a straw trying to get more liquid. Then ran my tongue around the head and flicked at the tip with my tongue.

I could feel myself getting wetter from sucking on daddy. I moved my mouth to slide along the side of his cock licking it up and down.

I wondered if I could do what mother did and take him into my mouth. He was so big though. I could feel his body moving to my touch now and it filled me with excitement.

He seemed almost awake but still dreaming, moaning and mumbling. I lowered my mouth back to his cock taking a little more than the head in my mouth and sucking. I started moving faster when I felt a large strong hand on the back of my head.

It pressed me further down on cock and I started to gag a little. I moved my hands up to try and remove his hand but it only wrapped around my hair and continued to hold. I tried to say, ‘Daddy’ but his cock filled my mouth and nothing but a mumble came out.

I briefly heard him mumbling among groans, ‘Good girl, take all of it.’ and ‘Yes, that’s it.

His hand moved my head back up and I gasped for air before he shoved it back down again, this time going further and I felt his cock start to slide and fill my throat. Panicking I tried to get him to release but he was too strong and set in his dream to stop.

He forcefully punished my mouth shoving his cock in and out while I whimpered and moaned. Suddenly, he arched his hips and the entire length of his cock slid down my throat and flooded it with hot liquid. I gagged and choked not being able to breath. My body squirming and sliding against his. Finally, his hand released and fell back to his side.

I rose immediately and backed away coughing and gagging, looking wide eyed at daddy. I didnt know what to do. I had never seen daddy be that forceful. Was that what he did with mother? Wanda, the class slut was totally wrong about giving head being easy. That was way too much.

Yet, I was very happy and it felt so good to have pleased daddy. All of my emotions were very confusing. My thighs were damp from being so wet, and I could still taste him in my mouth.

Grabbing a blanket, I gentle tucked it around it around Daddy. I left his shirt alone but brushed aside his hair and gave him a kiss on the forehead. He looked so much more peaceful now.

I loved that I made daddy feel good.

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