Fuck Daddy 1

I walked through the front door quietly, hoping I wouldn’t wake my father. It was two hours passed my curfew and I didn’t feel like listening to him yell at me. My mother had gone on a business trip the previous night, and she wouldn’t be home until the next afternoon. So in her absence, my father had laid down some rules. My curfew being one of them.

I tossed my purse onto the couch and walked down the hallway. As I passed my father’s room, I stopped dead in my tracks. His door was cracked open, and his TV was on. He was watching porn. I tried to avert my eyes, but I just couldn’t do it. The porn he was watching was a lesbian one. Two girls were going at it with a double-sided dildo. And I’m not going to lie, it was turning me on. I pushed the door open a little further, and took a step it. My father was lying on his back on the bed with his cock in his hand.

I watched as he jerked himself off, and it was if every fantasy I had ever had was becoming true. I had only seen my father naked once before, but it was enough to have me pretending that the dildo I was using at night was his cock. But now that I was seeing him a little closer, his cock looked huge. I felt my pussy getting wet as I watched his hand glide up and down on his thick shaft. Every so often, he would slide his thumb over the head of his pulsing cock, and moan each time.

I wanted to touch his cock. I wanted to give my Daddy the pleasure he was giving himself. I walked closer to him and cleared my throat. My father jumped about ten feet in the air.

“Jesus Christ, Juliet.” He hissed, obviously embarrassed. He quickly covered his glorious cock, and simultaneously shut off the porn.

“I’m sorry Daddy,” I said. “I just wanted to help you.”

My dad’s eyes went wide. “Honey,” He said. “We can’t do that.”

“Yes we can Daddy,” I insisted. “I want to do it.”

My father shook his head and sent me off to bed. I went to bed feeling rejected, but I wasn’t going to give up that easily.

The next morning I put on the shortest shorts I could find and a tank top that kept my D-cup breasts barely covered.