#journal of sin
Just when I thought everything was great it all turned to shit again. A package arrived today, with my boobs and the fleshlight and all my panties (washed). A note came with it, typed on a computer.
“Things have gotten out of hand. This stops now. I love you, but it will never be. Please accept it and lets go back to who we were.”
No signature. Obviously he’s afraid to get caught; by whomever. I’m so fucking mad at him. We love each other, why can’t we be lovers? Yes, I know, it’s incest, bla bla. But who are we hurting? I tell you whom: Only ourselves by not being together. I’ve never had such a case of lovesickness before. Daddy is my life and that he doesn’t want me is killing me. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I can’t think. After two months, my grades have dropped to a critical level. It’s only a matter of time before I get in serious trouble.
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Yep, it happened. My economics teacher approached me after class, asking me to wait while the others left.
“Rebecca, I’m worried.”
Here we go, I thought.
“You were doing so well. What happened? Are you in trouble? Do you need someone to talk? I would be more than happy to recommend a therapist-”
That’s when I started crying. His kind voice and the big, soft brown eyes totally caught me off guard. Mr. Jenkins has such a fatherly air around him, and I miss that more than anything. So I balled my eyes out and he was so kind as to stroke my shoulder and let me hug him.
“It’s okay, Rebecca. Let it all out. I’m here. You’re not alone.”
Such a sweet man. After I was done, I apologized, but he simply smiled at me and offered me his old-fashioned silk handkerchief.
“Look, I have a friend who is a therapist. A very kind, very acomplished professional. If you would be willing, I am more than happy to make an appointment.”
“I don’t like therapists.”
He gently laughed, his big belly shaking a bit under his tweet jacket.
“Apart from her, me neither”, he whispers sweetly and I can’t help but smile.
“How about a dinner? Just the three of us? Get to know her a bit. If you’re not comfortable, it will be the end of it.”
His brown eyes were so comforting that I said yes in the end.
I feel a bit stupid having cried in front of a professor. His kindness only made me realize how much I miss daddy. I can’t believe he hasn’t called or texted, as if I don’t even exist for him anymore.
So, I just came home from that dinner. It was nice. I really like Amanda. And I like Richard, too. That’s what she calls him. I kind of like it.
+*+*+*+*I find myself talking a lot to Richard lately. He’s so sweet and gentle, clever and funny.
…Just like daddy was, before he turned into a complete dickhead.
We went to dinner again, the three of us. I never imagined having that much older friends, but I think that’s what they are becoming. I’m eating again. I sleep much better. And that last test was half as bad. Maybe I don’t need daddy.
…God, I miss him so much…
Holy shit, I’m invited to a party. A grown-up party, with cocktails and dresses and shit like that. I just bought a dress with a skirt that reaches the floor. It doesn’t get more grown-up than that, does it? It feels really nice, though. Satin. Black. Long sleeves and no cleavage, but low cut back. Also bought a thin, long sparkling necklace to emphasize the back even more.
It’s at Richard’s house. A few other students are coming, don’t worry. It’s all board approved.
Used daddy’s credit card. Fuck him.
…What might he be doing now?
Ready to have another sin confessed? It’s been a while, hasn’t it? *sigh*
Yup, the party. No, not the professor, surprisingly enough. A friend of his, professor at another college, thank goodness. The last thing I need now is getting kicked out with nowhere to go. And I think I indeed have nowhere to go now. I burnt the last bridge that night.
It started out really well, I didn’t make an ass of myself with all these intelligent people. Amanda was by my side the entire time, introducing me to most of the guests. We chatted, we drank champagne, ate pretentious finger food. It was all so fancy and elegant. I really had a good time. Maybe I drank a glass too much. But I wasn’t drunk or anything. Bit tipsy, maybe.
Anyway, that friend joined our little group and started to chat me up. Even though I had the girls hidden under a high cleavage he sure as hell admired them with a few looks. He was quite attractive with his silver hair and beard, a strong jawline and his piercing blue eyes. A charming silver fox. I didn’t mind his looks, nor the accidental brush of his arm against my tit as he reached out for a canapé, neither did I mind as he admired my back necklace, twirling it between his fingertips, the knuckles brushing over my bare skin. Really, I knew what was going on. Yet, I followed him into the long hallway, Richard’s private art gallery, and up the stairs where ‘a particularly beautiful piece’ was hanging in the master bedroom. That guy wanted to fuck me, alright.
The thing was, in that moment, I really wanted him to fuck me. I haven’t been touched in such a long time, not one word in over three months from the man I love.
When Jon (without an 'h’. Ugh, pretenious) closed the door of the bedroom, I was horny. He opened his mouth to tell me some shit about the painting over the bed when he saw me looking at him. He had turned on the light on the nightstand.
“You’re not looking at the picture, Rebecca”, he had said with a sly smile.
“Neither are you”, I retored.
Then I pulled down my dress. Due to the low cut back I couldn’t wear a bra. My full tits made his eyes widen.
“My, my. That really is a much more interesting piece of art.”
I giggled. I was tipsy, okay?
He crossed the distance and without ceremony took the girls in his hands, weighing them, squeezing them.
“Isn’t it forbidden to touch art?” I asked him cheekily.
He looked up at me with that sly grin. His thumbs began rubbing my soft nipples, making them rise expertedly.
“Don’t tell anyone but…I really love to touch art.”
“Do you also lick it?”
An amused glint came in his eyes and, holding my gaze, he bent forward and licked first the left, then the right nipple.
“Excellent taste. Year 2000, if I’m not mistaken.”
I snorted and nodded.
“That’s a very good year.”
He squeezed my tits and flicked my nipple with his outstretched tongue, still looking at me.
“I want to fuck you, Rebecca. Are you a virgin?”
Pictures of my daddy fucking me flashed before my eyes.
“No.”
“Would you mind playing one?”
He sucked my nipple into his mouth. It felt good.
“Like a role play?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
“Great. You’re not on your period by any chance, are you?”
“No.”
“Shame.”
Well, that was one fucking weirdo. But also, kinda hot. That’s when I realized I wouldn’t mind getting fucked during my period. I’m a fucking weirdo, too (shocking news, I know). That’s when the idea popped into my head.
“Would you mind playing my father?”
It just blurted out of me. My heart stopped beating. Jon let my tit plop out of his mouth and straightened.
“The second I saw you I knew we would get along.”
I gulped. He kissed me on my forehead.
“Baby girl, you’re way too old to show me your titties”, he said sternly and gently pushed me away, trying not to look at them. Obviously, the role play had begun.
“Pull up your dress, little one.”
I needed a moment to think of something.
“But they are hurting, daddy.”
Daddy’s face flashed before my eyes, looking down at me with nothing but love in his eyes as he fucked me. I pushed it as far away as I could.
“Really? How?”
“They’re…tingling. And my nippies hurt, too.”
Jon bit his lip, giving me an appreciating look.
“Your nippies, huh? Well, alright. But this is the last time, little one.”
He turned around to lock the door.
“Why are you locking the door, daddy?”
He put his hands on my bare shoulders and moved me until I stood next to the bedside lamp.
“I don’t want someone to come in while I examine you. There are many bad men out there who would want to touch your titties if they saw them, baby girl. And that would only make them want to do other things to you.”
“Like what, daddy?”
My voice was an octave higher, more innocent. Jon loved it, I could see it in his face.
“They would want to put their big bad cocks into your little virgin slit, baby girl.”
“Would that hurt?”
“Oh yes.”
I waited a second, my eyes glancing down at the prominent buldge in Jon’s pants.
“Would it hurt if you did it?”
“No, of course not. Your daddy loves you and would never hurt you. Now, stand still. Daddy will take a look at your titties now.”
He bent forward, inspected my tits with his eyes, licked his lips.
“You’ve grown quiet a pair, baby doll. So full and round. Aren’t they too heavy for your little body?”
I only shrugged. That’s when Jon reached out and put his hands under them, weighing them by bouncing them up and down. My giggle was real.
“Heavy, indeed.”
He smiled at me, then he bounced them again and pressed his face in between. Remembering my role, I hissed.
“Did that hurt, baby doll?”
Instantly his hands stopped bouncing and he rubbed them instead, his thumbs pressing into them, pulling forward…I felt a bit like a cow, really.
I nodded and pushed out my bottom lip. Jon growled.
“Very sexy”, he whispered lowly before he went back into character.
“Show me where.”
I pointed at my nipples.
“Ah yes. You said. How forgetful of me, sorry. Hm…they do look a bit red. They could be infected.”
I made a fearful sound. Jon rubbed my tits again. I might have felt like a cow, but it also felt really nice, have to admit.
“Don’t worry, little one. Daddy will take care of it. But I have to touch them to make sure. Are you okay with that?”
I nodded. “But careful, daddy.”
“Of course, darling girl.”
Jon took the left nipple between thumb and index finger and pinched until I gasped. Then he did the same with the other one. Then the first again and so forth until my nipples really were red.
“Oooh, sweetie, I really do think they are infected.”
“Do I have to go to the doctor?”
“I think it would be best.”
“But I’m scared, daddy.”
I sobbed a little bit, rubbed my eye (careful not to smear my make-up). Jon was really turned on by that
“Oooh, baby girl. Don’t cry…” he whispered soothingly but pinched my nipples some more. Now he pushed me down on the bed, kneeling over me, straddling my thighs. He shrugged off his coat, losened his tie and opened the first two buttons of his shirt. Then his hand grabbed the cock through his trousers, slowly pulling. That looked so hot. It was even hotter when he opened his belt and unzipped his fly, his eyes burning with lust, his voice low and husky.
“Daddy will take care of your nippies…if you let him pop your cherry.”
His dark tone sent a shiver through my spine and my little hole clenched longingly. Yes. I would get fucked again. Fuck yes.
“What does that mean, Daddy?” I asked innocently while Jon bent over me and bit into my left tit.
“That you will spread your little legs for Daddy and let him stick his cock in your tight virgin slit.”
He grunted and sucked at my nipple, hard and hungrily.
“God, your tits are perfection”, he groaned against my moaned as he switched to the other. I closed my eyes and thought of my real Daddy, wished him to be here instead of Jon. But he wasn’t. He was back home and had forgotten all about me. As arousal filled my body, heated it up, slicked my pussy, anger and frustration rose in me. There was pain from Jon’s teeth and sucking lips, as well. I watched him ravish my tits, covering them in love bites, and that turned me on so much. I spurred him on with high-pitched whimpers and a little fake crying. There was a dark desire in that man, but I wasn’t worried fueling it.
With a husky “fuck”, he shoved his pants down his ass, his cock springing free. Not as beautiful as Daddy’s but still a good size.
“Time to spread your legs, baby doll. Time to give me my prize for saving your titties.”
He hastily pulled up my long skirt and pressed a knee between my bare thighs. I remembered Daddy doing that and missed him so goddamn much in that moment, all those bittersweet memories of him in my head. It hurt so bad. I wanted to get back at him. I could tell him about Jon fucking me, but that wouldn’t be enough. I wanted him here. I wanted him to see what he made me do. I wanted him to see some stranger fuck his girl. So, when Jon decidedly spread my legs, I put a hand on his shoulder.
“Wait.”
His eyes darted up, unfocused and burning with lust. Somehow I knew he would be down for this.
“I want to film it. You fucking me. Give me my clutch.”
He panted hard, looked down my body, at my abused tits and my open, waxed cunt.
“But no face”, he panted and after I agreed with a nod he leaned back to grab my clutch lying on the bedside table. With shaking fingers I took out my mobile, tossed the handbag aside and began recording, starting with my red-spotted tits. I did a close up on every love bite and my swollen nipples before I let the camera slide down my body to my spread thighs and the bobbing cock in between them.
“Daddy’s gonna deflower you now, baby”, Jon growled, obviously turned on by the filming. Without using his hands he guided his cock through my slit, wetting his angry red head with my juices.
“Such a ripe little cunt”, he grunted. “Daddy’s gonna enjoy this.”
And then he angled his tip, aligning his cock with my hole and I moaned through gritted teeth as he slowly pushed his head inside.
“Oh, Daddy”, I whispered, as I had a thousand times to my real one, and Jon slammed his cock into me. I faked a squeal and pain, making Jon grunt with pleasure.
“Yes, baby. Now you’re mine. You belong to Daddy now.” And he started fucking me with deep, rough thrusts. I filmed every one of them, recorded the wet noises of my pussy and her hungry swallowing of that admittedly pleasently big cock. At one point Jon took the mobile out of my hand. He lay down on me and the bright light of the camera hurt my eyes as he recorded my face as he kissed me, his tongue darting into my mouth, luring it out so the camera could film our tongues dancing. He is a great kisser, have to give him that. It turned me on immensely and I wanted more.
“Fuck me harder, Daddy. Destroy my little cunt”, I panted against his mouth and he kissed me hard at that before he leaned back, taking the camera with him. Curling one hand around my thigh he recorded himself fucking my cunt hard and fast. Soon, I came, feeling the camera light on my face as I rode my high, thinking of Daddy and Daddy alone.
While my cunt was milking that dick, Jon grunted and roughly pulled out of me. He shoved up my dress and filmed how he ejaculated onto my belly, pumping his dick. After he was spent, he pushed his cock into my cunt again, fucking me gently until he was too soft for penetration. After he slipped out of my drenched hole, he stopped the recording and tossed the phone onto the clutch.
“Fuck, that was amazing.”
He grinned boyishly and bent over me to suckle each of my nipples.
“You’re gorgeous. We have to do that again. You’re a naughty little girl…just what I like.”
I grinned up at him, feeling surprisingly okay, thanks to Jon’s boyish charm. He chimmied down off the bed and licked his semen off my belly, playfully licked at my cunt for a bit before he rose and put his cock back into his pants, zipping them up and fastening his belt. When he held out his hand to me, I took it, grabbing my phone and clutch as he pulled me up. Once more Jon kissed me, massaging my sore boobs.
“Hope it doesn’t hurt too bad? Your amazing tits made me lose my head a little.”
“I’m fine.”
“Good.”
He helped me into my dress, now all gentleman again. He gave me his card and before we left the room, he stopped me, bent down and licked my spine from bottom to top, sending goosebumps all over my skin.
“Mmh. Wanted to do that the entire evening.”
We rejoined the party then, the hollow of my spine glistening with his saliva, a few drops of sperm still sticking to my belly.
I was still at the party when I sent the video to Daddy.
To this day, no reaction. But I know he’s watched it. Jon and I will meet again this weekend, I’ll spend it at his house. We want to play more Daddy and daughter. I will make sure to film it all until Daddy reacts in some way.
Tags: incest, daddy/daughter, panties play, cum play, phone sex, masturbating
Part I can be found here
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Once again, dear Journal of Sin (which you turned into now), I have to confess my sins.
It’s been 3 weeks, 2 days since I came back to college. 3 weeks, 2 days since my womb was last fed delicious daddy sperm (gosh, I really have a problem, don’t I?!).
He finally texted me tonight. It’s been the longest silence between us and it drove me up the wall. I’m happy that he texted me; but also uncomfortable.
The feelings aren’t gone. I still want him to fuck me.
His “I miss you, baby”, surely didn’t make it better.
Gosh, I miss him, too. More than I ever have. I can hardly focus during class. All my thoughts evolve around daddy, his weight on top of me, his tongue in my mouth, in my cunt (oh boy, can he tongue-fuck!), his mouth on my skin, and most of all that big long cock inside my throbbing pussy.
I’m so screwed. This whole relationship is! What am I to text back? Every possible answer seems wrong. It will only make things more complicated, if that is even possible. And I don’t think it is. Our relationship is ruined. Gone are the innocent days of talking, watching TV, dining together. Now there is sexual tension between a father and a daughter, ugh!
…Yeah, I’m not gonna text him back. At least not immediately. I just can’t.
oIIo
I texted him back. Of course I did. He’s my father, after all, and I love him. And of course “it” came up.
Let me copy the chat log:
“I miss you, too.”
“Do you hate me?”
“No. Do you hate me?”
“Of course not, baby. I never could.”
“Okay.”
“We have to talk about this, baby.”
“…I don’t want to.”
“Believe me, I’m not crazy about it, either, but we have to. It’s the only thing that can help.”
“Help with what?”
“…Not losing each other.”
“Oh.”
“I love you, baby.”
“I love you, too, daddy. I’m so sorry I made you do it.”
“No, baby, no. It was all my fault! I’m the father! I’m meant to protect you and love you and not…you know.”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to look you in the eyes again…or at chocolate ice cream, for that matter.”
(See how wonderful he is? Even at such a time he makes me smile)
“Well, I’m here for a while now and you never were so crazy about chocolate, anyway. I on the other hand can’t look at my breasts and they are attached to me, so…”
“You’re adorable. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“For what it’s worth, your breasts are magnificent. Be proud of them. Of your whole body. What I did was wrong. It’s not your fault. Nor the fault of your body. You’re perfect.”
(That man was killing me. I cried at that point)
“G'night, dad.”
“Night, sweetie.”
That conversation was three days ago. He hasn’t texted since. It’s still awkward.
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Oh JoS (hey, that’s almost a name. But I’m too old to name my journal!), I’m hopeful! It’s been two months now, and things are starting to feel normal again. After a long silence daddy texted again, simply asking how things were going. I replied and asked him what he was doing and he replied, and after a few of those text we started texting about other stuff. Normal stuff. I think we have a chance to overcome this, after all. Time heals all wounds, or how does that shit go? Maybe that’s true, after all.
YAY!
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Oh my fuck, oh my fuck, oh my fuuuuuuck!!!! I can’t fucking believe this!! Once again I screwed this up! Once again I forced myself onto my dad! What the fuck is wrong with me?! Things were going so great!! We were talking again! We even talked on the phone a few times, it not feeling weird at all! We even laughed!
WHY DID I DO THIS! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
We were just texting, happily chatting about our favorite show and all the theories. It was totally chill, relaxed, like old times. Then we were discussing our fav character and suddenly it plopped up in my mind how often he said how sexy the actress was and something started to boil deep in my gut, even though we were not even remotely talking about her actractiveness at all. But it kept building, heating up my entire body and after some minutes I was so angry with him! He was in the middle of typing his theory of what would happen to her character in the next season when I hastily pulled down my tank top and took a pic of my tits.
And then I sent it to him.
I fucking sent my father a fucking picture of my fucking tits. I didn’t use flash, my room is barely lit by the lamp on my desk, but damn, he recognized the girls.
Naturally he stopped typing and I stared at the screen in horror, wishing so fucking much I could reverse time or simply die right then and there. I didn’t breathe. My heart was drumming in my chest. My chest was still hanging out of my top.
Then he typed. I felt sick.
“God, Becky. Why are you doing this?”
I threw the phone across the room, pulled my top over my tits and curled up into a ball to weep like a baby. Haven’t done anything else for the past six hours.
I’m a horrible person. I’m going to hell, for sure. The devil better start packing when I come, for that throne is mine!
oIIo
…Okay, I’ve sat here for half an hour. I have no clue how to start…
He texted. After three weeks. During my first class, so I only saw it afterwards.
“…Becky, I did something stupid. I’m so sorry, baby. I’m going insane. Please forgive me.”
Immediately, in the middle of the hallway, I texted him back, tears in my eyes.
“Did you hurt yourself?”
The reply came instantly.
“No, God no. Sorry, I didn’t want to frighten you. I’m fine, I swear. I would never do such a thing to you. I love you so much. You know that, right?”
“Then what did you do?”
“I…sent you something. It should be delivered today. Please don’t open it, Becky. Just throw it out. Please. Promise me.”
I didn’t reply, a friend calling me to get my ass moving to the next class. For the rest of the day I wondered. My phone buzzed a few more times, Daddy trying to make me promise not to open it. I didn’t reply. When classes were done I hastened to the post office. Indeed there was an envelope for me, delivered by courier. I ran all the way up to my room and locked the door once I was in, just in case my roommate decided to come home early (normally she spends the evenings with her girlfriend). I placed the envelope on my bed and stared at it for a long time. Then I looked at the texts of my father, begging me not to open it, telling me it had been a mistake. I gnawed my bottom lip raw. When I tasted blood, I put the phone aside and grabbed the envelope, tearing it open. My heart drummed against my chest when I reached inside, feeling a plastic bag. I pulled it out.
I gasped when I saw what it was.
My green panties. The crotch covered in white, sticky sperm.
“Oh my God!”
I let it fall on the bed and stared at it. My daddy had ejaculated into my panties…
My daddy’s sperm on my panties…a huge load.
“Daddy”, I panted into the empty room and shot up from the bed. My eyes never left the ziplock bag as I quickly pulled off shoes, socks, jeans and the black panties I was wearing. My juices were sticking to it, but I hardly paid attention. With shaking fingers I unzipped the back and carefully pulled out the panties.
“Oh, Daddy”, I panted again as I put my finger in the heavy load. Of course the sperm was cold, but still fluid due to the ziplock bag and with my eyes rolling back into my head I put the finger in my mouth, moaning loudly. The familiar taste exploded in my mouth, making me so horny. Panting hard I stepped into the panties and pulled them up, my eyes falling close when the cold cum hit my shaved hot pussy. I shuddered and bent over, almost coming from this sensation.
I lifted my comforter and carefully climbed into bed. I laid back, my knees bent and my legs spread, and thought of all the dirty things Daddy had done to me, slowly rolling my hips, rubbing my pussy on that cold cum, soiling it with it.
That’s when my phone vibrated again.
My heart was fluttering in my chest as I opened the text from Daddy.
“Please tell me you threw it out. Please.”
My entire body was buzzing with lust. I didn’t even think about lying, about consequences. Daddy had given me this incredible gift and I loved him so much for it. In the heat of the moment it felt absolutely right to push back my comforter and take a picture of the cum-drenched panties on my body. Biting my lips I watched how the pic arrived on his phone, how he looked at it. He started typing.
“Fuck, baby. My beautiful baby. I love you so much. I love you wearing my cum so fucking much…my cum on your little pussy…show me more…god, baby, I need to see…”
That’s when a face time request popped up. Before I knew what I was doing I answered.
“Daddy…” I mewled, my entire body aching for the man I loved. But his screen was black.
“I love you baby, I love you so much”, I heard him croack. “Show me your panties, baby. I want to see them. Put me on speaker.”
I did and turned the phone so he could see. I rolled my hips.
“Fuck…lift the panties, baby. Let me see your slit covered in my cum.”
I did. Daddy moaned.
“Good girl. Such a good little girl you are…I want you to stuff my cum into your hole, baby. Can you do that for daddy?”
I panted ‘yes’ and pulled my legs up a bit, then I pulled my panties down my ass and up, thick white lines sticking to the fabric. I scraped the last few drops of the cum off the panties with my finger and pushed them into my drooling hole, making sure Daddy could see through the camera.
“Yes, baby…fuck my cum into that needy little pussy…make yourself come on my sperm…”
Panting hard I did as Daddy told me, rubbing my fingers through my wet slit, gathering all the sperm and stuffing it in my hole. It felt so fucking fantastic, my pussy was smacking loudly with every thrust of my fingers.
“Push a third one in, baby…yeah, like that. God, your pussy is so wet…so wet for my cum…ungh…”
I heard fapping noises and the fact that daddy was masturbating while he looked at me feeding his sperm to my pussy made me come so hard I screamed. Daddy groaned a second later and in my head I saw him shoot his load into the air, that sticky, delicious cream.
I pulled my fingers out of me, humming, fully satisfied and in heaven. I didn’t notice the silence on the other end for a long while. Then it hit me like a brick.
“Daddy?” I asked with a shaking voice. If he had hung up on me…
“I’m here.”
Thank God.
I lifted the phone to my face, staring at the black screen with tears pricking in my eyes.
“I love you, Daddy”, I said weakly.
“I love you, too, Becky. I’m so sorry.”
I shook my head, the first tear falling.
“Don’t say that. I loved it. Please, Daddy, don’t-”
“I have to go. G'night.”
Back to crying my eyes out it was. I missed to days of school, unable to get out of bed. I wore the panties the entire time. Then it began to itch and I dragged myself out of bed to shower.
Not a word from Daddy. I wanted to hate him. But I love him so fucking much. I know we can’t go back to being father and daughter, that there was so much more between us.
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I’ve come up with a plan. I will seduce him. Did it once, can do it again. Inspired by his gift, I sent him a pair of panties covered in my juices. I didn’t get a reaction. Doesn’t bother me. I’m not giving up so easily. I still do it once a week. I also found an online company where you can send a mold of your breasts and they turn it into a latex replica. Pricy, but worth it. They look really good, really similar to the real pair. I also had a fleshlight made with my pussy. That one was really messy, but I know Daddy’s gonna love it. The package arrived two hours ago, together with another pair of panties. I’m waiting for his call.
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He called, of course. Tried to sound angry.
“What the fuck, Becky!”
“Hi, Daddy.”
“Stop this. This has to stop now.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s incest!”
He was yelling now.
“I don’t care anymore. I love you. I want to be with you.”
“No, Becky. It can’t be. We have to stop this.”
“I want another pair of panties with your cum, daddy.”
“Stop it”, he hissed angrily. Somehow it didn’t bother me at all.
“Have you opened the package, yet? Do you like it? It had it made. I think they look great. Will you use them tonight?”
“I’ll throw it out.”
“It was really pricy, Daddy.”
“Then I’ll send it back to you and you can give it to your boyfriend.”
“You’re my boyfriend.”
“No, I’m not!”
“Yes, you are. And I love you so much. I miss you. I miss your cock in my pussy.”
“Stop, Becky.”
“How you always came inside, trying to make me pregnant…”
He hung up. I giggled and fired off a text: “Call me when you use any of them. I want to be with you, hear and see you. I forbid you to use them without me.”
A bit bossy, maybe, but Daddy needed that.
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A week later, 3:45 am. My phone starts buzzing on my desk next to my bed, waking me. Rubbing my eyes, I grab it. I smile when I see who’s calling. Glancing over at my room mate, making sure she’s asleep, I turn away from her und throw the comforter over my head before I answer. I don’t let him see me, pressing a thumb over the camera lense. He’s in bed, kneeling over the pair of latex boobs, his cock lubed up and gliding back and forth between them. He softly moans and squeezes the left boob with his big hand, letting the thumb swirl around my nipple, just how I love it.
“Oh, Daddy”, I whimper into the phone and he groans again.
“Baby…my baby…”
He slides through my boobs relishingly slow, playing with my nipples. My hand slides under my shirt to touch me where he touches the fake titties.
“Your tits are so fucking beautiful…”, he whispers and squeezes the left one hard. I do the same, letting out a gasp when the pressure becomes painful.
“Fuck…”
He moves faster. I moan for him, encourage him with little gasps and mewls. Finally, I beg him to go faster.
“God, baby..”
The springs of the bed start squeaking. He properly fucks my tits now, roughly grabbing the hard little nipples to squeeze them together.
“Yes, Daddy…like that. I love you so much…”
“Becky, Becky…my baby…God, I love you…”
He’s rutting now, I can see his cock grow even more and then he groans loudly, jerking back and grabbing his cock to shoot his load onto the fake titties, decorating them with thick white lines. He’s panting and and rubbing his dick for a few more seconds. I wish nothing more than to be there right now to swallow that heavenly cock and lick it clean.
“Why do you make me do this?” Daddy pants almost desperately, not showing me his face but his shrinking cock.
“Because I love you and you love me. Next time, use the fleshlight. Do you want another pair of panties?”
A long pause.
“Yes”, he says weakly and hangs up. I grin happily and press the phone against me chest, falling asleep wearing the sticky panties I will send him tomorrow morning.
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The phone buzzes during lunch break and I hastily excuse myself, leaving the half eaten mac&cheese behind as I practically sprint out of the cantine. The dorm is too far, so I enter the bathroom and hide in a stall before I answer the call, lowering the volume to a minimum.
Turns out daddy is at work, too, hiding in a stall, as well. He places the phone on the toilet paper dispenser, then he hastily unzips the plastic bag, fishing my panties out of them.
“Fuck” he whispers as my juice drops into his hands.
“Such a big load for daddy…”
Grinning, I let my hand wander between my legs and start stroking me. I can’t see Daddy’s face, but he bends forward enough so I can see how he presses my panties against his nose, breathing in deeply, licking the fabric.
“God, you soaked that one through, you naughty girl.”
“It’s the one from yesterday”, I whisper and Daddy groans. His hand grabs his cock through his black trousers.
“Pull it out. Let me see it.”
Hastily, he obeys. My mouth waters when I see the daddy cock spring free, fully erect and leaking pre-cum. I press my fingers against my clit, my jeans preventing most of the pleasure. I would love to take them off, but I don’t want to miss anything.
“What do you want to do, Daddy, now that your cock is out?”
“I want to fuck you,” he whispers and rubs his dick, my panties lying on his pubic hair, “your sweet little pussy.”
“You have to prepare me first, daddy. Get me all hot and wet…show me how you do it.”
“Fuck, baby”, he grunts and reaches into the briefcase next to his feet, pulling out my fleshlight. He films the replica of my pussy, then his tongue comes into view, licking over the puffy latex slit, circling around the clit next.
“Oh, yes, Daddy. You know how your little girl likes it, don’t you?”
He groans and bites into the left outer lip, then the right, then he sucks soundly on the clit. I remember him doing that so fucking well I can almost feel it. He is such a wonderful pussy eater, my father.
“Am I wet yet, daddy? You’re always so quick to check if your girl is ready for your big hard cock.”
In the corner of the screen I see his cock bob, obviously agreeing with me. I giggle and daddy growls, yet he pushes his tongue into the fuckhole.
“Hmm, seems it’s not working so well. You have to lube that fat dick up before you put it into my baby pussy.”
“Becky…”
Daddy is so horny. I can hear it. I love it. Nearly dropping the fleshlight he puts it onto the open briefcase before he grabs my wet panties and slings it around his throbbing shaft. He grunts as he feels my juice, the juice I made only for him, and rubs it up and down his length.
“Yes, daddy…coat your cock with your daughter’s juice.”
“Fuck!” he grunts loudly and a shot of pre-cum flys through the air onto his pants. I can’t help but giggle.
“You’re a bad, bad girl. If you were here I’d bent you over my knees and spank the bad out of you.”
I giggle again.
“No. You would fuck me against the stall and tell me how much you love me.”
He moans and slowly glides up and down his cock.
“Yes, I would. My sweet, sweet girl.”
“I love you, daddy.”
A banging sound.
“Tim? You in here?”
“Fuck!”
The screen goes black. I want to scream. I’m so horny, my pussy is burning. But daddy didn’t get an orgasm, then neither can I. We’re in this together.
Part III
