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For a quick backstory, I work retail. Second shift. My mom and sister also work second shift with their respective nursing jobs. My dad works from four in the morning until two in the day; I basically don’t see him much when I’m working. At the time of this occurring, I was 20-years-old and my sister was 18-years-old.
Yeah, my sister and I still live at home. Why not? We both help out with the groceries and bills as well as do work around the house. Why would we possibly move out when we contribute to the household needs? It is a comfortable living situation. We have bedrooms with a bathroom between the two of them. We both have two small bins on the floor in the bathroom where we put our dirty clothes.
I started noticing missing panties over time. It wasn’t as if I was paying exact attention until I recalled how one day I had sat one of my work shirts on the very top of the clothes in my hamper and saw it was moved over in some odd fashion. I thought that maybe I had done it, or my sister had done it for whatever reason. I started paying more attention over the following days and kept noticing slight differences in how my dirty clothes were laid out in the bin; my suspicions began to arise after one weekend when some of my family visited. I started wondering if one of my cousins was going through my panties, which would have been fine, honestly, and dirty thoughts began wondering through my head as I thought about fucking one of the particular male cousins who I find to be sexually attractive (heh, it is Alabama, after all, and the stereotypes exist for a reason, hm?). However, that didn’t explain the change in the layout of my dirty clothes in the bin throughout the middle of the week.
One day, it was a Thursday before work, I took a photo with my phone of the way I had my clothes laid out in the bin. I laid the panties that I had worn prior to showering on the very top this time. Here’s the thing about my dirty panties: they stink. I mean, why wouldn’t they? They are worn panties! But I’m a thick woman with a fat ass, not to mention the store I work at has a set temperature (it is a national chain) all the time, where it is constantly way too warm in the store, and paired with the Alabama humidity? When I’m running around the store stocking shelves and assisting customers, oftentimes I get so sweaty I can feel sweat running down my ass crack. I wear low rise panties often, and they wedge between my cheeks all the time, soaking up all that odorous sweat.
When I got home that night, the proof was in the pudding. My panties were in a slightly different spot than they were before! The only explanation for this is that my dad was taking them to do ‘whatever’ with them, and my sneaking suspicious was, well, the obvious. My imagination began running wild, my heart began to race and I felt my vagina become damp. I laid on my bed and started looking up porn because I felt outrageously horny. When porn wasn’t cutting it, I started looking up various incest stories on Literotica. I masturbated and edged for nearly an hour and came HARD thinking about my dad jerking off while smelling my filthy panties.
When I woke up the next day, it was the first thing on my mind. I had to get off again. I was insatiable. Just the dirty, taboo thought of my ataşehir escort bayan own daddy getting off by using my panties gave me the biggest thrill I had ever felt. It had to be him, because during the week he’s the only one in the house.
I had been wearing my favorite pair of blue shorts for three days in a row. I was going to shower and ensuingly wash them, but I kept them on. I was still wearing the same panties that I had on the day before at 12 p.m. I spent much of the day outside, walking around in the sun, in the heat, sweating my ass off, feeding our animals and doing a little bit of woodwork in the barn (a simple hobby of mine).
When my dad came home at around 2:30 that day, he didn’t act any different than how he always does. What a pokerface. Damn, daddy. The day went on and he spent some time in his room on the computer. I wonder if that is the time he usually jerks off with my panties. I couldn’t help but think about it. I wanted to know. I wanted to investigate further. My aching wet cunt was prolonging these desires of needing to know.
I made us dinner during this time. Pork chops with a side of asparagus and mashed potatoes. He walked in hungrily once I told him it was ready and said, “Thank you, baby.” Mm… baby… I wondered if he utters that out loud while he cums with the stench of my panties stinging his nostrils.
Following dinner, we sat in the living room watching random shows as he flipped through the channels and finally settled for some shit on the Travel Channel. The entire time, I couldn’t stop thinking about how he was probably wishing I were gone to work so he could smell my filthy underwear. Horniness makes people act out in strange ways… I probably should have went to my room and masturbated to calm myself down, but I chose an alternative route.
I stood up, walked over to retrieve the remote and turned off the TV. When I had gotten up, my blue shorts wedged between my butt cheeks and I didn’t bother pulling them out. He gave me a, “What the fuck?” look and I stared him directly in the eyes. “I know you are using my panties.” I couldn’t help but blurt it out, almost with a hint of abrasion in my voice. I couldn’t control my tone. He looked like he had just saw a ghost. “No, uh, no, I haven’t,” he stammered. I shot back, “Yeah, you have to have been, because every time I come home, my clothes are misplaced in my hamper or are in different spots than they were before. I’ve had my suspicions for a while and narrowed it down to you taking them, because you are the only person here during the week when the rest of us are out for work. Why do you do it?”
He looked at me with a blank stare on his face. I guess he was trying to concoct some bullshit in his head, but I interrupted his non-answer before he could even give one. “I don’t care that you use them. I really don’t. I think it’s normal for a man to appreciate the way a woman smells. I just want to know why you do. I want to hear it. I want to hear why you use my panties.”
He looked resolved in his thoughts. “They smell good. I love the smell of your young cunt.”
I felt my vagina moisten, just hearing him say the word ‘cunt’ after saying he loved the smell of it. “Tell me more,” I said as I felt my heart race and escort kadıköy my breathing increase.
“It gives me a thrill smelling your dirty panties. It’s something that I’m not supposed to do. I only see your mom on the weekends, and she’s too tired to do anything after working all week, and I needed something beyond just porn.”
“Well, why don’t you just sniff momma’s panties?” I asked.
“Are you kidding me? We’ve been married for almost 20 years and knowing that I’m smelling my oldest daughter’s dirty panties makes me cum harder.”
Hearing these thoughts from him drove me crazy. “What do you think about when you sniff them?”
His retorted, “I just take in the way you smell and think about how sweaty you get at work.”
I had to ask him. “Do you think about having sex with me?”
“D, please… please don’t ask that.”
“Well, do you?”
“Yes, but only in a fantasy sense.”
“So, you wouldn’t fuck me? Am I unworthy?”
“D, there’s reality and then there’s fantasy…”
“No, I’m asking you, plainly. With no negative consequences coming from it, you wouldn’t fuck me?”
“I just fantasize about it. It’s a hot fantasy. You walk around in shorts that barely keep your ass in them. How can you expect me to not have thoughts?”
“I didn’t ask that. I asked whether or not you would fuck me.”
“Yes, yes, I would. There. Are you happy now?”
I grinned, probably with the biggest slut grin on the face of the earth. I walked over to the empty couch beside of him and crawled on top of it, assuming the doggy style position.
“No, no, I’m not going to fuck you,” he emphatically stated.
“I’m not asking you to. I want you to come smell me. I haven’t showered in over 30 hours. I’ve been wearing the same panties that I wore to work yesterday. I’ve been wearing these shorts for three days in a row.”
He sat there for a moment and replied with, “Your mom, nor sister, can find out about this. Nobody can find out about this.”
I giggled over this hesitation. “Nobody will.”
He stood up, walked over, grabbed my hips and pressed his face against the back of my shorts, right where my asshole would be and I felt him breathe in. I couldn’t believe it! He went straight to where my asshole was. I felt him moving his nose up and down the back of my shorts, breathing me through them, breathing my sweaty cunt through them. I was soaking wet.
“Do I smell good?”
“Mmmhmmmm..” was all he was able to muster in his answer.
I told him to take my shorts off and smell me through the back of my panties, so he acquiesced. He went straight to burying his nose between my ass cheeks while my panties were still on, breathing in my stinky shithole, the dirtiest part of my entire body. I felt such a rush knowing that he was deriving pleasure from the stench of my musky anus. He had only mentioned liking the way my pussy smells, but it now seemed like he loved the smell of his daughter’s asshole, yeah? He must smell the part that presses against my asshole all day at work.
After a few minutes, I blurted out, hardly thinking, “Let me suck your cock.”
“No, that’s too far. This is enough. This is fucked up enough as it is.”
I stood up and took my black tanktop bostancı escort off, exposing my small titties as I wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Let me suck it. You just breathed me in. I know you liked it. I know it aroused you. Let me get you off. It’s fine. Nobody will find out.”
He eased back onto the recliner he was sitting in as I went and retrieved a pillow. When I came back, I removed my shorts and panties and stood completely naked in front of my dad as he looked up and down my body. I’m no model by any means, too chubby to be one, but he was looking at me like I was a snack.
He pulled down the black shorts he was wearing and his rock hard cock popped out. He wasn’t extremely monstrous in length or anything, but his cock was super thick, which made my mouth water. I love sucking thick, fat cocks.
I wrapped my right hand around his throbbing penis and slowly began stroking it. I slyly said, “Tell me what you think about when you sniff my panties, daddy.”
He grunted and said, “I’ve been dreaming about fucking you for a long time. I know it’s dirty. I know it’s wrong. But I just can’t help it. Every day, you walk around here wearing those fucking shorts. I stare at your fat ass every chance I get. I love watching you walk. I love it when you bend over in front of me. I’ve dreamed about fucking your brains out and imagining you being the ultimate slut for me.”
I felt dizzy hearing him express all this fucked up honesty. I dropped my knees onto the pillow on the floor, directly in front of him. My pussy was wetter than it had ever been, and in one fell swoop I took his fat cock in my mouth and began sucking it in the middle of his incestuous explanation. He held the back of my head while I expertly sucked up and down his amazing penis. It was so fucking hard. It felt so wrong to be sucking my dad’s dick, but it felt so right in my mouth. I popped his cock out of my mouth and began gliding my lips up and down his shaft before wrapping my lips back around the head of his cock and bobbing my head up and down.
“I’m not gonna last long…” he managed to gasp out.
Not a moment later, he uttered out, “Wait a minute!” and stood up, pushing his cock back into my mouth, only this time he placed both his hands on the back of my head and began fucking my mouth, thrusting into my mouth like it was just another fuckhole. My mouth went from being simply a mouth to being another vessel of daughterly pleasure for his cock.
“Yeah, yeah, yeeeah…” he started to rapidly say aloud. “I’m gonna fucking cummmm!” he lightly yelled. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and began stroking it with his hand aimed towards my face. I opened my mouth and he said, “Here it fucking comes. Mmm—moooove…” I know he didn’t want me to move, but it was his last attempt at trying to be a ‘good’ dad instead of a naughty one. A big rope of cum shot out of his cock, half going into my mouth and half above my lips. “I’m sssss-so, sorr-sorrrrrry” he blurted out while he pressed the head of his cock against my upper lip and began rubbing it on my face while cum continued to blurt out. My dad was rubbing his penis on my fucking face while he came, rubbing his cum all over it. It was the hottest moment ever.
He sat back in his chair, spent, knowing that he just drained his balls all over his daughter’s face.
My face looked like I just had cinnamon roll glaze all over it, I bet. I couldn’t help but giggle while thinking about it.
“Want some sweet tea after that, daddy?”
To be continued…
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