Between Labor Day when I was at dad’s place and the week before Thanksgiving, we talked a lot more. With Michael’s constant encouragement and suggestions, I had not only crossed the virtual line with my father, I had gone a thousand miles beyond it. What started off as Tumblr chat quickly became lengthy chats on Hangouts. It wasn’t long before dad asked to know what I looked like and then to actually see a picture. I followed Michael’s advice and sent several pics of me naked neck down. Needless to say, I was paranoid he’d somehow recognize me or somethin in the background of the picture that clearly pointed out I was in fact his daughter.
Pictures of my entire body became pictures of my fingers buried in my slickened cunt or images of a my favorite dildo stretching my tiny asshole open. “Just like when your own dad will spit you alive,” he said.
“God, I wish. So bad,” I replied.
After each chat session with my father (and sometimes during), everything that was said was relayed to Michael to properly analyze my progress into depravity. Needless to say, I passed with flying colors.
“He wants to talk on the phone,” I lamented.
“You need to go to someplace like Walmart and get a prepaid phone. They’re cheap, and it’ll be a totally different phone number.”
“We’re going awfully far aren’t we? I mean holy shit. Isn’t this pushing my luck? He will totally recognize my voice.”
“He won’t. You’re too paranoid because you know who he actually is. He has no idea or reason to remotely suspect it’s you. At worst he’ll think that you sound a bit like his daughter, but he’ll be so turned on by that fact he’ll never think it’s really you. Plus, just fold a washcloth over the microphone part. Problem solved.”
My throbbing clit and damp panties we now in more control of my destiny than my apprehensive mind. I knew what I was doing was morally bankrupt and socially unacceptable, and I even felt bad about it part of the time. The problem became that as soon as I starting chatting with dad, Michael or just laying in bed fantasizing about filling my cunt with his seed, all those feelings of shame disappeared without a trace. So, I went to Walmart and bought my cheap pre-paid seduction phone. My body tingled and ached during checkout as I reflected on its solitary purpose in my life.
“Hey,” my timid voice quivered over the phone that night. I was so nervous that I had completely neglected to wrap the phone in a towel to muffle my voice.
“Mmmhh it’s so nice to finally hear your voice, my little meat-girl.”
We went on to burn up two hours of my purchased minutes having phone sex. I “pretended” to be his daughter that he caught looking at Dolcett pictures on the computer. He walked in to discover me with my panties around my ankles--rubbing my clit furiously and moaning softly. He went on to describe in great detail how he take me and prepare me for an oven roasting that he and buddies would enjoy. Steam from my crisp golden brown skin would be visible as he placed the tray with my body down on table. He promised me that he’d get to carve out my pussy and eat it. His friends could have the rest of my meat.
It was intoxicating hearing him freely describe to what he thought was a stranger, all the things he secretly wanted to do to me--his own daughter. I lost track the number of times I came to his voice filling my ears with all the evils that filled the dark recesses of his mind. From his descriptions of fucking every hole nature gave me to all the new holes he’d drill and cut into me, I found myself wanting to reveal to him who I really was in hopes he said, “I’ve known all along, Layla. Now it’s time to make it all a reality. All of it.” But, I kept my secret for the time being.
Basking in the glow of numerous, body-shaking orgasms, I asked him, “So what are your plans for Thanksgiving? Are you going to stuff your daughter with cock and then actually stuffing before roasting her alive?”
“Mmhh. Wouldn’t that be a perfect holiday? She’d look so pretty with a distended belly full of bread, vegetables and seasoning. It’d be so erotic to watch her cooking; the sweat beginning to form on her naked, soft body. You got me hard again!”
“I’m sorry...sorta.”
“I’ll be going to visit her on Friday for the weekend though.”
“You need to share with her your dirty desires. Tell her you want to be inside her. Push her up against the wall or something and start kissing her, and then slip your fingers down her panties and into her pussy. I bet she’d be wet as hell. No kidding.”
“Oh, in an ideal world, baby girl. I don’t see that happening or her not freaking out.”
“Well, have a good time with her regardless. Don’t give up the dream!”
After I hung up, I relayed the conversation to Michael. “You’re so bold telling him to reveal his fantasy to you. I mean you told him to just kiss and finger you. Do you think he might go through with it?”
“No. I know him too well. He won’t dare make the first move. Even if I got the courage to move forward and offer myself to him, I don’t think he’d do it. Despite how he talks, he is still a very proper person.”
“Ahhhhh, so you are thinking about seducing him when he visits in a few days?”
I didn’t want to answer with the truth, but I did. “I have thought about it.”
“You know you have to do this. How would you present yourself to him?”
“Well, not that I have put a ton of thought over every nuance but…”I said. “He flying in, and I’ll pick him up at the airport. We usually go out for a nice meal that first night. My roommate is with her parents for the holiday and isn’t an issue. I figured I wear my black, thigh-high stockings that attach to my lacey, black garter around my waist. I’d also wear m see through, black bra with underwire to give me a little more oompf to my tiny titties. Oh, and no panties. I’d just wear my black, ¾ length trench coat with black, high heels.
I’d pick him up like that; keeping my secret well hidden. I’d tell him we need to run by the apartment because I forgot something, and he could just put his luggage in the living area at the same time. Once we were both inside, I’d turn around and drop my coat on the floor revealing my mostly naked body. I’d then confess that I was the girl he had been talking to, and that I knew about his secret incest fetish since I worked on his computer. Finally, I’d beg him to fuck me and cum inside his daughter.”
“God damn. Yeah, you haven’t thought about this much at all have you. Jesus, I’d shoot in my pants if you were my daughter and did that. Then, I’d thoroughly disappoint you by cumming too quickly inside you. I’d be so turned on and freaking over what was happening, that I wouldn’t be able to last long haha.”
“Well, that’s something I hadn’t even considered. I suppose even if he did fuck me, it could be terrible and horribly awkward--even more that it already would be.”
“Do you have those underwear and coat?”
“I bought the a month ago…”
“Just in case?”
“Yes.”
“You have to do it. Everything he’s said for months points to him dying to fuck you...for years!!! He only believes that you wouldn’t want to. That’s the hangup. Not his desire to befoul his daughter. Hell, he’s scared you’d reject him.”
“Probably. It’s just the very last line to cross in this whole fucked up aventure. It’s a giant minefield more than a simple line. So much could go wrong. But…”
“But?”
“But I want to try.”
“Really?!!”
“Sigh. Yes, I think at this point, I need to see if it’ll happen to sate my own perverted curiosity. I’ve invested so much time cultivating my own incesteous fantasies that I didn’t even know I had. It’d feel like a huge disappointment if I just threw all that away. It’d be a loss.”
Dad texted me Friday morning what time his flight was landing and how excited he was to spend time with me. I cleaned up the apartment and, somewhat presumptuously, put fresh sheets on my bed. Time flew by, and I spent extra time in the shower making sure I was smooth as silk everywhere I needed to be. While doing my hair and makeup, I began to think about the social work student that he “had been on dates with.” I started to imagine him fucking her while picturing me in her place. Maybe he even called out my name silently to himself while deep inside her. It was dangerous thinking. I slipped the tips of my index and middle fingers into my slit. I was soaking wet. I debated whether or not I should “take care of myself” or stay horny. In the end, I figured being incredibly horny gave me the courage to follow through with my plan. I just had to keep thinking dirty thoughts constantly until we returned to the apartment together.
I stood in front of the mirror examining my petite body wrapped in my seduction underwear. Just standing there and looking, I could see my wetness coating my the outside of my pussy. Even a small area on both thigh glistened from sitting on the bed with my legs closed. It was now or never I told myself as I put on my coat. My heels clicked in quick, staccato fashion as I made my way across the parking lot. The unseasonably cold air snuck up underneath my coat and bit at my cunt and thighs.I partially regretted not wearing panties.
I drove at the exact speed limit fearing being over and having to explain my apparently lack of clothing while driving. Sitting in the seat, my coat rode up high enough that it was obvious I wasn’t wearing panties. When I got to the airport, I quickly pulled my coat as far down my legs as possible as I pulled into the passenger pickup line. I wasn’t sure, but to me the car smelled like sex. My wetness and lust had filled the car with my scent. I rolled all the windows down some and blasted fresh air in an attempt to mask my cunt’s naughtiness.
Dad approached waving his hand at me. I glanced one last time to make sure nothing too revealing was showing. When he got in, he leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek and I felt my pussy tingle. He commented on how good my perfume smelled, and that I looked “all dolled up.” I quickly apologized that we needed stop back by the apartment before heading out to dinner. “No problem,” he said. As I drove the 20 minutes or so back to my place, I caught him stealing glances of my stocking-wrapped legs. Enough thigh showed that if he was interested, it probably looked like I was teasing him. Meanwhile, my heart thumped away in my chest harder and harder as we moved closer to home.
I was the first in the apartment as planned, and I walked over to a little buffet. I pretended to dig through a door looking for something until I heard him shut the door and set his luggage down. My mind was screaming a million things all at once. “Do it! Don’t do it! This wrong! This feels so right!” I closed my eyes, slowly shut the drawer and methodically unbuttoned the three larger, black buttons on the front of my coat. As the tension from the last button faded from the coat, I felt it open ever so slightly.
I drew in a long, slow, deep breath with my lips barely parted. The air rushed over my ruby red lips making them tingle ever so slightly. I opened my eyes and quickly turned around. As soon as my pivot completed, I dropped my coat onto the floor. Thankfully, it slid off my shoulders and down my arms flawlessly. It might have even looked sexy to someone watching.
My eyes locked with his until I noticed him looking over my body. Neither of said a word; each standing motionless in the silence. I was freaking out exposing myself like this to my own father. Even knowing what I did, it felt so completely awkward and shameful. I had to finish what I started I thought to myself.
“Daddy, I’m Bekkah from Tumblr. You’ve been talking to me this whole time. Those fantasies I shared; those pictures I sent; those orgasms you heard on the phone this week, those were all me.” His eyes still poured over me but he was silent.
“I discovered the blogs you were into on your computer when I was up over Labor Day. I didn’t realize it completely at first, but now I do. Now I know that there is a big part of me that wants you to fuck me.”
He looked me in the eyes, “Layla...I…”
I interrupted him, “Daddy, I’m sorry for deceiving you like I did. I just had to come to terms with what I wanted on my own. You said you used to thinking about fucking me 5 years ago, didn’t you? You told me that you even saw me naked twice and it got you so hard. Well here I am now. Naked and in front of you. What do you think? Do I still make you hard?” I couldn’t believe those words were coming from my mouth. It didn’t even feel like I was the one thinking and speaking them. They just sort of came out on their own.
“You’re so beautiful, Layla. But…”
I got on my knees in front of him, “Do you want me to bed for your cock? I’ll do that if that’s what you want, daddy. My pussy has been so wet all day. My car even smelled like my pussy I’m so wet. Please, daddy. I know it’s wrong.” I reached up and began unzipping his pants. I reached in and felt his cock for the very first time. He was rock hard against his boxers. I worked his dick out through his pants and held it in my hand. It was hot. It almost felt like it was on fire.
I looked up at him and pressed the tip of my tongue against the base of his shaft and began slowly licking towards the tip. As soon as I was there, I took his throbbing shaft into my mouth. I could already taste the saltiness of his pre-cum. I without prompt began sucking his cock with the intent of making him cum yet expecting him to still stop me. His hands grabbed my head. This was it. He was about to pull my head away and this was going to end in a clusterfuck of irreparable damage to our relationship. Instead, we crossed that mine field together. He ran his fingers through my hair and grabbed the back of my head--forcing his cock into my throat. It was no longer a sick fantasy for us both.
He fucked my mouth for a few more minutes before yanking me off his dick by pulling on my hair. “Stand up,” he said with some grit. As soon as I was on my feet again, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into my bedroom. He threw me onto my bed on my back, and quickly dropped his pants and boxers to the floor--his thick cock bobbing up and down as he moved. I reached down to slip out of my heels when he said, “No. I want to fuck you wearing them.” There it was. He had said it, and I felt so oddly happy.
He climbed into the bed and quickly pressed his dick between my slit and deep into my hungry cunt. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he worked his arms under mine and over my shoulder. He pulled my shoulders down; driving my hips up into him so he could work himself as deep into his daughter’s pussy as possible. I moaned as I felt him stretch me open. The sounds of my wetness being churned by his thrusts filled the room. I could believe that he was actually there on top of me. I could believe that I could feel his tight balls slapping against my pussy.
“Fuck me, daddy. Cum in my pussy,” I begged. He stuck his tongue in my mouth and thrusted harder and faster while we kissed. With a deep, low animalistic moan he buried his dick in my sex. He was cumming. In me. In his daughter’s hot, wet, pussy. I was on cloud 9. I wrapped my legs after a minute felt him slip outside of me.
He rolled onto his back, and like any good daughter, I got on my knees and licked his cock clean of our fucking. By the time I was done cleaning him off, he had another erection. I looked at him, and he smiled at me without saying at work. I took my cue and straddled his cock. I rode him as he played with my tits and finally yelled out my name as he came a second time. We were both covered in sweat from our sin, but I stayed on top of him--hoping to get every last spurt of his seed inside of me. I remained perched on my incestuous throne until he softened enough to pop out.
I rolled over onto my back next to him; slipping my fingers inside myself wanting to feel his gift inside me. He rolled my head onto his chest and stroked my hair. I softly purred. He finally spoke up, “Thank you for making the first move.”
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