by Adrian Amos
And still touching himself vigorously.
“Stop, daddy.” I slap at his hand under his shorts, but daddy doesn't even flinch.
I growl, angry that he's not listening. I can't get him to stop, and the last thing I want is for my mom to walk out and see him touching himself in the living room. And I'm the one who put him in this situation. If only I hadn't gotten curious and started touching him in the kitchen.
I got to get him to stop. What would get a guy to stop touching himself?
What if...
I grab the waistband of his boxers and slide them down his thighs. Underneath, daddy's hand is slowly massaging his cock. Even though I'm only a girl, I know for a fact he isn't doing it right. He's just kind of mashing it absentmindedly. There's no way that's doing any good for him.
But I got to get him to stop. If not for his sake, then at least for my conscience of getting him going down this road.
“Daddy, stop.” This time I don't command him, instead gently guiding his hand away from his crotch. “Let me help you.”
I can't believe I'm going to do this. I never in my wildest dreams thought I'd have my daddy's cock so close to me.
I fall to my knees, taking his thickness in my hand. I give it a light squeeze, enjoying that same pleasure I felt before in the kitchen. The spongy tissue is so fun to touch. I'm not even sure what I can compare to the soft flesh and hard shaft combination. Whatever it is, the feeling of gripping his huge cock in my tiny hand sends a wave of excitement down my arm.
I think I have to get him to come. It's the only way to get him to stop touching himself.
So I stroke, pulling the loose flesh along his cock back, feeling it tighten as I reach the base of his shaft. I pull it back toward me, watching the skin bunch up along the head of his cock. I stroke him back and forth, awkwardly rubbing his sack with my other hand. I'm not experienced at all with this, but I'm pretty sure this should get daddy going good.
I look up and can see a hint of pleasure in daddy's face. I see a tiny flicker of a smile creep in, and I start to stroke him harder. I want to make daddy come so hard right now. It's fun having this much control over a guy.
But daddy's hand swings around and he starts to fondle himself again. Am I not doing it right? Why's he trying to get in on my action?
I grab his hand with my own free hand and bring it back to his side. When I let go, it takes only a second for his hand to come back around, sneaking in on my territory and preventing me from stroking him effectively.
I bring his hand back around, and when he tries to touch himself again, I bring his hand back to his side and hold it there for good measure.
Good. One hand's holding his arm still, so I can still masturbate daddy.
But as soon as I feel like I have things under control, his other hand comes around and knocks my hand off his cock. He begins to lazily mash it again. I grab his wrist and bring it back to his side, holding him there.
Now I have to hold both arms or he won't stop! Ugh!
I take a deep breath.
I guess there's only one thing I can do.
I scooch forward on my knees, and while I pin daddy's arms to his side, I lean my head in and take his thick cock in my mouth. The salty flesh immediately makes me salivate, and I make good use of it as I take him in as far as I can, coating him in slick spittle.
I suck on him like he sucked on me, drawing on his flesh as I bob my head back and forth. Without my hands, it's difficult to guide myself, but after a minute, I get the hang of it, quickly sucking on daddy and taking his dick in further and further, adapting to his substantial length.
I push it even more, finally getting him to the back of my throat. I use it like a training exercise (the best when it's a real man!), allowing me to master the deep throat. I hold his cock against my throat, restricting my gag reflex. Although I don't gag, my mouth salivates hard, building up a flood of saliva, which spills out of my mouth as soon as I take his dick out. I drool all over, laughing at my own little piggy behavior.
But daddy gets surprisingly impatient, and right in front of me, he begins to thrust forward. I watch dumbfounded as daddy unconsciously searches for something to stick his dick into.
I try not to laugh. It's like watching one of those dogs that has no idea how to have sex, you know? They get behind a girl and just hump the air because they only know how to do the basics on pure instinct. They just don't know what they need to be fucking while they do it. Daddy's basically doing the same thing, desperately looking to fulfill his carnal desires, even if he doesn't know how to do it.
But I know how to do it, and my sick, twisted, foggy mind is broiling enough in lust to get it done.
So I stand up, and guiding daddy by his arms, drag him back to the sofa. I sit down on the soft cushion, remove my panties, and position myself, spreading my legs wide so daddy has room to move. When I'm comfortable, I grab daddy's arms and guide him slowly to me.
I pick my knees up, bending my legs up toward me and exposing my wide open cunt to daddy. I don't know if he can see it, but if he's like any other animal, he might just be able to smell my soaked cunt and heat seek right to it.
Just as I expected, his hips begin to absentmindedly thrust again. I pull him down toward me, placing his hands on either side of the couch. Once he's close enough, daddy leans in himself, his thrusting dick only inches away from me. I lower him a little more and his cock starts to brush against my lips, eliciting a grunt from me. The touch of his cock burns so good, the brush of his flesh like the striking of a match against my libido.
But like a mindless animal, he thrusts without purpose.
It's only his babygirl now who gives him purpose.
I reach down, grab his shaft, and when he pulls back to thrust, I push downward on his cock. The next thrust forward sends his saliva rich cock deep into my soaked pussy. I cover my mouth as I scream out, struggling as hard as I can to keep quiet.
His cock flies straight through me, sliding in easily through my arousal. Since daddy isn't awake, he pushes his cock all the way in without a second's hesitation, ripping me open and driving his bulbous head all the way until it strikes my cervix.
He halts at the end, his cock frozen inside me. As if daddy realizes that he's struck gold, he takes a moment to reposition himself, before pulling his cock out and driving it back into me.
I seal my mouth shut, stifling my exhausted moans. I don't want to wake mom. I have to keep quiet.
But daddy's mindless dick moves without inhibition, insisting on fucking me with his long shaft. Daddy's angle from above is so steep that his cock punctures me with each thrust, diving all the way in and filling me up completely.
Like a wild animal, he fucks me with abandon, a crazy lust consuming his sleepy mind. He barely makes a sound except for the occasional deep breath.
Me, on the other hand, I'm fighting like heck to keep myself from crying out in ecstasy. I have my hand plastered over my mouth, until it starts to become so loud that I'm forced to place my other hand over it as well.
I started this, but right now, I have no power to end it.
Daddy's got me pinned down on the couch, his cock locking my hips with his, keeping us bound until he finishes what he needs to do.
I can't stop it. I can't stop the animal that's fucking me from reaching orgasm.
Oh my gosh! Orgasm?!
“No, daddy,” I get out between my fingers, “don't come inside me.”
But like every moment before, daddy pays me no mind.
He's going to come inside me and there's nothing I can do about it.
But rather than be scared, the excitement inside me starts to grow at an exponential rate. The more I think about him finishing inside me, the more I think about the sleepwalking animal using me without remorse, the more I think about the rote thrusts of his cock deep inside me without conscious thought, the more my pussy begins to burn. That is, until my daddy forces me to burst on his cock.
I clamp my
hands on my mouth as hard as I can as my body spasms from an explosive orgasm. I come hard, my body shaking and shattering, melting as his long meat continues to pound me. I continue to rattle as daddy takes no break in fucking me, completely oblivious to my release of pleasure.
All his ignorance of my pleasure only serves to ramp me up all over again, and it takes no more than a minute before my body's ready to blast out all over again. His animal instincts, his hard cock, his innate desire to fill something with it... it's all so powerful in its ability to make me crack under the pressure.
I come, lurching about as I focus on keeping my moans to myself. I shake all over again, my pussy seizing on his unrelenting member, tightening and releasing as his cock enters and exits. He drives into me, breaking me upon his manly hunger.
My body weakens, my muscles tired and aching.
I want to cry.
Not out of sadness, but because if he makes me come again, I feel like I might pass out, and I might not be able to stop myself from screaming his name throughout the entire fucking house, waking my peaceful mother.
“Daddy, come in me, please,” I beg, going against my previous sentiment. The only hope I have now is to make him come, and that he can actually hear me through that thick skull of his.
“I want you to fill me up. Fill me up.”
“Come in my pussy. Give me your seed.”
“Make your baby pregnant.”
The last must have been enough, because I feel daddy strain for the briefest moment, and with only the slightest, nearly inaudible grunt, he unloads his cum deep into my pussy. His body twitches, and with each twitch, a pump of creamy white semen douses my walls in hot fluid. I want to moan out in bliss, being filled entirely by daddy, but my body is so broken, all I can get out is a few weak gasps of air.
Once his heat stops flowing through me, his hips retreat, pulling his cock out of my sopping cunt.
Daddy stumbles a little bit, mumbling something about being tired, before sitting down on the sofa next to me. As I fight to regain my breath, I can hear daddy begin to snore.
Wow, I did not expect sex to have that effect on him. All I wanted to do was get him to stop touching himself. Instead, I got a daddy passed out next to me and a pussy leaking his cum.
I stand up, the cum dripping down my inner thigh. I head off to my room before realizing something. I rush back to the kitchen and grab a towel, running it under the faucet. I head back to daddy and give his cock a good scrub.
He might not remember what happened, but the smell of pussy all over him would not be a good thing for him to wake up to.
This is going to be my little secret.
I give daddy's cheek a kiss. I rub my stomach. Maybe in nine months, it could be our little secret. You never know when I might catch him sleepwalking again.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see the catalyst of the evening that ended with daddy fucking his little girl.
My sandwich!
I'm still kind of hungry, but I might just be able to sleep for the first time in a long while.
- - -
Daddy Becomes My Master
There's a golden glint in the distance, a beacon that shines in the darkness of this cave.
For a second, I don't even think it's real. Maybe my mind is playing tricks on me.
My stepdad and I have been walking this archaeological site for a good while now, moving slowly as we traverse the black dankness of the underground cave.
Why us? Well, my stepdad discovered it, and I'm merely his assistant. Our team is outside still sleeping in their tents because my stepdad took it upon himself to explore his discovery on his own. He's always been ambitious like that, and he's willing to dig a little dirt if it gets him ahead in the game.
There is some ambient light coming in through a hole in the ceiling, so I'm not sure if the glint is anything special or just a reflection of the light. But even so, something down here must be reflecting it, and it's unlikely a something down here isn't inherently special, so that's a good start.
I glance over at my stepdad, who's focused on a rock formation on the other side of the cave. He seems intently busy, so I leave him be as I head over to the bounty that I discovered. Of course, if it is something amazing, my stepdad would never let me leave this cave with any sort of credit to my name. That's the problem with working with a top notch archaeologist: anything found goes straight to their pocket, and credit is never doled out.
Not that I'd expect it: we don't exactly get along. He's an arrogant hardass; I don't really play nice. We just happen to be a family of archaeologists, including my mom, who set us up together on this venture. But just because I have to be around him, doesn't mean I'm going to respect him any more than I do. Shit, I don't even like calling him my dad.
Just walking off on my own feels like an adventure, just so I can get away from my stepdad for more than a minute. It's tough being cramped up with him for the past six months. It's not like he's a possessive man—not with people anyway—but such close proximity starts to interfere with any sense of independence. Moments like these, if only twenty feet away from him, are highly coveted.
The cave is rocky, so I have to be careful crossing the perilous terrain. There's a tiny stream passing a few feet below, an uninteresting sight above ground, but an amazing experience below. The sounds of water rushing echoes off the walls, and the thoughts of what crazy ecosystems must exist down here can send a girl's heart all aflutter.
I'm not an archaeologist for no reason.
As I get close to the glint, it seems to pulse, bursting with a light. This is no glint nor reflection; this thing seems alive. When I'm close enough, I notice a wooden chest, its lid open, its storage filled with radiating light.
When I come down to the small clearing where the object resides, I hit flat ground. Although the chest draws me, I take quick glance in the distance. Straight darkness that descends a hundred meters, the stream dipping off a cliff and into an underground lake. The sight is a wonder to behold, something that would normally make my jaw hang as I marvel at my luck to see something so unscathed by human development.
But this time, my attention is drawn to the crate with the sunny glow.
Each step closer pulls forth another pulse of energy. Absentmindedly, I reach for the object inside, which is clouded by the bath of golden light. Only when I hold it in my hands, can I clearly see what it is.
It's a lamp.
Not the electric kind, but an ancient oil lamp or tea kettle, long and slender with a circular handle on one end and a spout on the other. It must be a thousand years old. I realize my folly of holding it directly in my hands, possibly contaminating it with the modern age.
But... the feel of it. The touch in my fingertips is addictive. So heavy, so dense, yet so vibrant. The gold is varnished, as if recently cleaned.
“Jasmine,” a steady, commanding voice behind me speaks, “put that down.”
I turn around. “No,” I say, not looking at him, but the object in my hand.
“Jasmine,” his voice even firmer now, “put that down immediately. You don't know what you're holding in your hands.”
My brow furrows, a deep, unexplained anger rising in me. “I hold my future. My discovery.”
He shakes his head, descending the rocks. “No, that's not your discovery, you stupid girl.”
His insults are nothing new. I might be his stepdaughter, but he treats me more like an insipid, lowly assistant than his own family.
“You're just jealous,” I respond, my indignation something entirely new. I've always ignored his negativity, considering it a quirk of his and letting it slide. But now it seems to rifle my meekness, instead incensing me to a bubbling fury.
“Jealous of you? Never. What I am is not an idiot. You hold a dangerous relic in your fingertips, something that contains an ancient magic inside it. You need to set it down on the ground and back away.”
I can hear whispers, a soft, ancient wind that carries no words
but speaks to me. They cloud my mind, making him seem far away as he speaks. I can't hear him; I can only hear the void.
It calls me to rub the lamp.
I do as it bids, caressing the lamp with one hand.
“You foolish girl! Put it down!”
It's too late as a thick, purple miasma flows from the spout. It seeks me, the mist circling my body as the lamp floats from my hands into the air. As it twirls around me, I can feel the cloud begin to seep into my pores, filling me with its essence.
It doesn't burn, it doesn't hurt. It's simply refreshing, like a cool breeze that doesn't just brush by me, but flows deep through me, embracing every bone and fiber in my body. I shiver and shake, scrunching up as a tingle of something courses through my veins.
That something is infinite power.
I cry out, not from pain, but from an excitement of force that could turn any mouse into a lion. If I wasn't obsessed with power before, I got hit with so much that it's destined to be the driving force for the rest of my life.
But this power isn't meant to be mine.
My stepfather watches on in shock as the transformation begins.
My arms spread out and my feet lift in the air, causing me to hover a foot from the ground. With a puff of mist, my clothes are evaporated from my body, a surge of adrenaline kicking in as I'm left nude in front of my father.
I look down at myself and can see the hair from my armpits fall out. It drops from me as if being pushed from my skin, ejected as unwanted. It all comes out, leaving my armpits completely bare, smoother than I've ever been able to shave them. Six months in the middle of nowhere can make it near impossible to keep oneself groomed. Can't say I disapprove of this new situation at all.
But then the hair around my pussy begins to fall out as well. Strands drop off me, so many, so quickly that it looks like I'm being shaved by an invisible razor. I'm left bald around my genitals, and I feel a heat rise to my face. I look down at him as he watches my pussy with nothing short of interest, given a clear view of what my body looks like sans hair.
