Slutty Awakening – Part 2

After experiencing a drunken rape at a frat party which I loved and seeing my father’s cock I had been having all sorts of sexual fantasies about being used, and then used by my father. My problem was that at 17 and living in a small town I had no one to talk to about such things. I tried mentioning sex to my best friend once and she made it very plain that she believed sex was something ugly and you only had it after you were married. So I had turned to the internet to see if the feelings I were having made me crazy or sick, because that’s what I felt like.

The internet had many offerings for me. For a small town girl who had so far only had consensual sex twice with one boy it was all very wild and strange. In researching incest on the web I stumbled across several sites that had stories and short videos. I read lots and lots of daddy daughter stories, fingering myself to cums as I imagined these stories to be about me and my daddy. I’d read so many in a month that I actually began to feel it was ok to want my father’s cock, I just had no idea how to get it. The other shocking thing for me was animal sex. In a search for ‘doggie style’ I had done, one bizarre site popped up that when I visited had nothing to do with ‘doggie style’ but with dogs. The first time I clicked on the short video of a woman being fucked by a large black dog I sat and watched it in shock. My mind kept screaming that it was sick, to turn it off but I watched it to the very end. Then I replayed it, three times, by the end I had two fingers buried up my dripping pussy and came harder than I ever had. Part of me felt ill, but the part that was coming awake in me felt that this was exactly the kind of thing I wanted.

Now I had a new goal besides my father’s cock, I wanted to know what a dog felt like. Maybe not all the way but there were plenty of stories about dogs licking girls too, I thought I could start with that. We did not have a dog. Our dog, who was a female, had died about three years ago from old age and dad hadn’t wanted another one. My neighbors did have a dog, a male boxer that they bred for extra cash. I’d always taken care of their pets while they were away on vacations so I made a deal with myself that the next time they were away I’d try to get the dog to lick me.

It never occurred to me that I simply didn’t know what I was doing, with my father or the dog. I’d read tons of stories, it just happened. All dads secretly wanted to fuck their daughters and all dogs had no problem licking women it seemed. You can imagine my disappointment when none of this turned out to be true. I tried my father first.

Many of the stories I read were about how dad’s fucked their daughters after a long talk about how sex worked. So I approached my father with sexual questions. I thought if we talked about sex long enough he’d eventually ‘show’ me, just like in the stories. I waited one night for him to come home from work, got him a few beers and made sure he was mellow then as innocently as I could said “Daddy, I have a few questions about umm…sex.” And tried to give him a very sultry look. Dad turned bright red, I thought for a second he stared straight at my tits (which were showcased in a slightly low cut top, with a push up bra for the occasion) but then he looked away from me and sighed. He apologized for not having addressed sex with me sooner, and said he wished mom was around to talk to me about it. But did he talk to me? No, he said I should talk to my best friend’s mom, or if I was too embarrassed that he’d pay for a COUNSELOR to talk to me. Strike one.

The next ploy was to start wearing tight and revealing clothing around the house. This also seemed to work in many of the stories I read. I tried everything. I wore low cut blouses, with and without bras. I wore skirts without panties. I wore almost see through PJs at night when I went to watch TV. I did everything over the course of two months except strip naked in front of my father. There were times he said nothing, and times I *thought* I caught him staring at my tits with a hungry expression, but usually these experiments ended with my father getting red in the face, looking angry and telling me to go change into something ‘more suitable’.