Victoria Takes on Her Father Ch. 03

Aaron was far from on my mind at this moment, but as I look back, all I can think now is "Poor, poor hubby." Here he was, thinking that I was surprised by what I found waiting for me inside my father's boxers, when I knew all along. My jaw did drop, however, not in surprise, but in anticipation of finally getting a taste of that which had driven me to this madness. I crawled onto my father's lap and took that monster in my hand for the first time.

I could not believe how small my hands looked in comparison. I could stack both my hands and have room for another at the top. I couldn't even get a full grip along the base of the shift. I was transfixed. I briefly looked up and paused. Aaron wrote that I was thinking of him as I looked into the camera, but he could not have been further from the truth. Aaron didn't even exist in my world at that moment. It was just me and my father.

What had struck me was the enormity of the situation. The adultery I had already begun to move past. It was the incest that gave me pause. I could never unsuck my father's dick. Aaron was recording this. What if someone found out? Was I completely sure that I wanted to go through with this? There was no turning back once I crossed this bridge.

In that moment of hesitation, I looked back at the monument of sex that I held in my hands and realized that I did not care. It didn't matter who this dick belonged to; I was going to conquer it. The cravings pulsing through my body took over. I lowered my head and finally got a taste of that forbidden fruit; a craving that I didn't even know I had until a few weeks ago.

At this moment, it felt like the only thing I had ever desired in my life. Never had I felt this in control of my body. The feeling was euphoric, and I let it take over me and guide my actions from that point forward.

My father's dick was so heavy in my hands. I knew it was big, but I didn't think it would be that massive. I pulled back his foreskin and kissed the tip. My lips barely covered the head. I could practically fit Aaron completely in my mouth. I was beginning to think I had bit off more than I could chew.

I parted my lips and took the head into my mouth. The saliva poured out like a faucet and began to drip down the length of my father's cock. If I had any hope of throating my father, I knew I needed to get it nice and lubed up. I buried my head in his lap and worked my way from his balls back up the shaft, making sure to lube every single inch with my tongue.

It was quite the effort and proved more difficult than I had imagined. I could not wrap my lips around him completely, so I was forced to primarily use my tongue, making sure to massage my spit into his dick with both hands. Thankfully, I was salivating so much in anticipation that I was able to get Daddy's dick nice and wet.

I had been really focused on the job at hand, but when I rose to finally take him deep in my mouth, I made sure to gaze into his eyes. I didn't see my father, but a man who loved me and would do anything to see me happy. It just so happened that his dick in my throat was what I craved, and he was willing to provide. I stretched my mouth over the head and took as much of my father as I could, pulling his foreskin back with both hands as I pushed the head of his dick against the back of my throat.

When his massive cocktail hit the back of my throat, I still had both hands stacked on his length, lips barely touching my top hand. I had deepthroated my dildo before, but this was next level. It was like I had hit a brick wall. I opened my throat and pushed downward with all my might.

I choked on his huge cock as the bulbous head made its way deeper than I had ever taken another man. I gagged and spit. Tears formed in my eyes. I forced them open to look and saw that I had barely made it down another two inches. There was still at least three to go. I had not considered how his girth would affect my ability to deep throat my father.

At this point I didn't know if it would happen, but I refused to quit. I came up gasping for air, tears stinging my eyes and lips cracked at the corners from stretching them so wide, determined to try again. I slammed my father's dick back into my mouth and got down another inch.

Up and down I went. Each time I got just a little bit farther. My throat was taking a beating. I could feel the bulge in my neck, but I'd be damned if I didn't prove to myself that I could take the whole thing. Finally, I succeeded. My nose hit his pelvis and I held him there as long as I could.

I massaged his massive balls with my tongue and then finally rose, desperate for air. Spit flew from my mouth. Tears rolled down my face. I am sure I looked a mess, but I had done it. Nine inches and I went chin to balls. I cannot remember another time that I had felt so proud.

I had planned on fucking him after I had him nice and lubed, but when I rose the last time, I got the briefest taste of his precum. It was so much sweeter than Aaron's that it caught me off guard. I had never really liked the taste of cum, but I would swallow because my husband liked it.

Suddenly, a switch had flipped. I craved my father's cum. I needed it in my mouth and down my throat to cool the pain that his dick had caused from stretching me out. I became a woman possessed, intent on swallowing every ounce of cum I could milk from my father.

I worked his length with both hands while I slurped at the head, pepper grinding as my husband would say. It did not take long. Soon I was rewarded with stream after stream of hot, sweet, sticky cum, straight into my desperate mouth. My eyes rolled back in my head as I swallowed as much as I could take before I became overwhelmed.

"Holy shit those balls held a lot of cum."

Aaron would spurt a few puddles onto my tongue. Usually I would take him in the back of the throat and swallow as he came. With my father, I wanted to taste him, so I tried to keep his cum in my mouth before I swallowed. I did not expect him to come so much and so forcefully that I choked and spilled half of it onto my tits and my expensive lingerie.

I got down what I could after I recovered from my mistake, but several large globs dripped down the length of his dick. I couldn't help but to devour them up with my tongue. One cumshot from Daddy and I was already addicted.

I thought to myself, "No wonder my mother tolerates his infidelity. With a cock like that and cum that tastes like candy, my father was a slut's dream."

I was quickly turning into my father's personal little slut. I had not even fucked him yet, but I knew, I would forever be his little fuck doll as long as he would have me. I almost didn't care what Aaron felt. I would find a way to have my father's dick again with or without his blessing. Knowing him though, there would be no issue.

I stood and demanded that my father fuck his baby girl. He claimed that he was too old to perform more than once in an evening, but I wasn't hearing any of it. I performed a little strip tease, and before long I stood in front of my father completely naked, save for my garter, stockings, and heels. His dick stirred back to life. It wouldn't take much coercion. I would have him inside me before long.

I straddled his lap on the sofa and let him devour my breasts. He went at them like a high schooler getting to second base for the first time. I would later find out that he had never experienced fake breasts before. As he suckled my tits, I could feel his dick stiffening below me. I grabbed it and massaged it against my butt cheeks. As he continued to nurse my chest I leaned in and nibbled on his neck.

I then whispered in his ear, "Daddy, I've been thinking about your dick inside me since you grabbed my ass at dinner last week. I need you to make me cum."

With that, he was rock hard and ready to fuck his little girl silly. I was euphoric. The moment that I had been fantasizing about for weeks was about to come true, all because my husband had planted that little, tiny seed. Although, neither of us could have truly been prepared for the fruits it would bear.

I lifted myself from my father's lap and placed his dick at the entrance to my tunnel. I gently rubbed the massive head against my labia, practically making me weak in the knees. I basically fell onto his dick, popping the head past my lips and into my vagina before I caught myself on his shoulders.

There we were, father and daughter, locked in the most forbidden embrace. His cock nestled into my opening of my vagina, waiting to bring me to heights of pleasure that I had never experienced. I remained perched on his pillar of love, hands on his shoulders, eyes locked. Disbelief almost overwhelmed me. He had yet to even really penetrate me, but already my vagina was stretched past limits it had ever reached.

My father's lips curled into a knowing grin. I must have given off a look he had seen many times before. He both understood my feelings and knew that I would have no control over them. With that brief smirk, I lowered myself down onto his dick for the first time. My vagina roared with a mixture of pleasure and pain. My legs quivered beneath me as my pussy was truly filled for the first time in my life. I wanted to stop from the pain, and yet the full feeling willed me to continue.

I collapsed into my father's arms as I struggled to work my hips up and down on his massive shaft. Every time I thought I could take another inch; he would painfully crash into my cervix. I would grunt and squeal with each thrust. I wanted so badly to take him to the hilt, but no matter what I tried, I could not get his last few inches inside me.

Up and down I bounced, building a sweat, hair sticking to my face. My knees were sore, and my thighs were cramping. Every thrust was met with an "Ugh, ugh, ugh," as if I were lifting weights at the gym. I felt just like I did while giving my father a blow job, unsure if I could really accomplish what I set out to do.

This time my dad came to the rescue. That knowing smile returned. He had let me try everything I could with no success, but now he would help me get what I craved so badly. He pulled me to his chest, so my breasts pressed up against him. Then my father grabbed my hips and pulled them toward him, pushing my ass out and back. My cervix shifted and I fell into his lap, finally bottoming out on his cock. I distinctly remember feeling like the head of his dick was going to push right through into my womb.

The sensation was the most incredible feeling I had ever experienced in my life. I screamed in pain initially before becoming overwhelmed with pleasure. I came right then and there as my whole body shook. An explosion originated in my vagina and rushed to my extremities.

The orgasm reached my head and I practically went limp on my father's lap, a quaking and shivering mess. I was seeing stars as I continued to moan from the waves that pulsed through me. My chest heaved as I fought to catch my breath. Every limb went numb with the feeling of pins and needles. It felt like minutes had passed before I regained control of my own body.

When I finally came to, I grabbed my father's face with both hands and kissed him like I had never kissed another man before. He had earned it because I had never cum like that before. The orgasm was so intense that my arms were still shaking as I held his face. It felt like the adrenaline rush your body gets when it chooses flight in a "fight or flight" situation.

My body felt like Jell-O, but all I could do was smile and kiss my father in appreciation. Of course, his dick was still buried inside me, and now that I had gotten mine, he was going to get his.

Once my legs regained functionality, I slowly began to rise up and down on his dick. It still hurt every time I bottomed out, but when I held him there, deep inside me, the feeling was the most wonderful thing in the world. I could tell that he was getting worked up, but I would have to up my game if I was going to make my dad cum again. I had already tasted his sweet cum, now I wanted to feel him explode in my pussy.

The second load would obviously be smaller than the one he pumped into my mouth just a bit earlier, but it would still be larger than the few meager spurts Aaron would pump into me, assuming I let him. The urge to have my father fill my vagina with cum helped me to regain my strength. Soon, I was riding his dick with an urgency I had never had before. Our thighs slapped together every time I bounced on his cock. I urged him closer with my words.

"Fuck me Daddy! Fuck your little girl. I need you to cum inside me Daddy!" I begged him to pump me full of his seed.

Sweat dripped down his forehead. His chest rose and fell quickly as his breath quickened. I dug my hands into his graying chest hair and grabbed a hold for the ride. Finally, my father grabbed my hips and slammed me to the hilt one last time, thrusting his hips into me.

Inside me I felt a violent explosion as he released torrents of hot, sticky cum deep inside me. It felt like someone had turned on a garden hose inside my vagina. He grunted as spurt after spurt filled me to the brim.

"Oh fuck, Mija," he moaned.

I just laid in a heap on my father's chest as he emptied his balls in me for the second time that night. My father had probably just put more cum in both my holes in one evening than my husband had in our entire marriage. I felt the semen dripping from me as I caught my breath.

I couldn't help but to smile with pride as I looked up at my father. Not only had I been able to take his monster cock in both my mouth and pussy, but we had each cum twice. It was a much-needed release from the sexual tension I had experienced over the past month.

I finally thought back to Aaron. I was quite certain that he was happy with the show. I was too. I had never felt this satisfied with anything in my life, especially when it came to sex. I cuddled in my father's arms for a few moments before finally lifting myself off of his dick.

His cock fell from me with a heavy-handed thud as cum leaked from my pussy and down my stockinged legs. I sat next to my father and curled my legs underneath me to keep any more from running onto the sofa. I laid my head on his shoulder and intertwined our fingers as we sat together.

At that moment, we had transformed from father and daughter to become lovers. More accurately, we were Paramour and Mistress, or Electra and Agamemnon according to Carl Jung's Theory of Psychoanalysis. Either way, we were both completely at ease with our multitude of sins. Not only was I perfectly okay with what I had done, but I also wanted more.

My pussy had been awakened and it did not want to stop. I wanted the fucking to continue. I needed his dick back inside me. I never wanted my pushy to feel empty again.

"Daddy, I want you to take me to my bedroom and fuck me all night long." I rose and began to tug on his arm.

"Oh Mija," he soured. "This was fun, but I really need to be getting home. Your mother will begin to wonder where I am, and besides, you have completely drained me. I couldn't continue, even with another one of your persuasive strip teases, which I really enjoyed by the way."

I frowned and practically pouted. "That was the best sex I have ever had, Daddy, and I'm not ready to be done. I've never come like that before. I need to feel it again and again."

"It will have to wait for another time, Mija, I'm truly sorry." He rose, but he started toward his clothes instead of following my lead toward the stairs.

My father gathered his things and went to the bathroom to clean off. I refused to accept defeat. I wanted to be fucked away from Aaron's cameras. He could sleep in the basement or the guest room for all I cared. I wanted my father to fuck me all night and for me to fall asleep in his arms completely drained of energy, only for him to fuck me again in the morning.

I knew that was impossible. My mother would worry. But I still wanted one last fuck before he left. I removed the stockings and heels. The stockings were practically ruined as it was, so I used them to wipe up the dried cum from my breasts. I stood there completely naked, waiting for my father to exit the bathroom.

He finally rejoined me in the living room and came to give me a kiss goodnight.

"Thank you for the wonderful evening, Mija. I'd be happy to check on you next time Aaron is away," he said with a wink.

I kissed him and tried to pull him towards the stairs. "Please Daddy, fuck me once before you go."

I was kind of embarrassed by my display. My father's dick had made me lose all self-respect. Just when I had thought that I had lost the battle and completely made of fool of myself, my father hesitated and gave in.

"Damnit, I can't leave my little girl with a frown on her face. Especially when you look the way you do. We'll have to be quick, Mija," he relented, yet again.

Just then, the garage door unexpectedly opened.

"What the fuck?" I yelled.

We both saw Aaron's car pull into the garage.

My dad panicked, "Oh my God, Aaron's home. Mija...Mija, what should we do?"

He ducked behind the door as I ran upstairs. I wasn't worried about being caught in the act. I knew Aaron was watching the entire time, but I had no idea what he was up to. In that moment I was irate. I was not done being fucked, despite my father's protests. I grabbed a robe from the bedroom and ran back down the stairs before Aaron could do something to ruin any future plans with my father.

I rounded the corner of the stairs just as Aaron was entering the house. He prattled on about some made up bullshit about catching an earlier flight. All I could do was glare at him so as not to throw off my father. I was so pissed I could have thrown him out of the house right then and there, but he made sure to play it up and convince my father to come back next month.

Like he actually needed convincing. At least Aaron didn't fuck that up, but my pussy was still throbbing, and my libido was peaked. I was so close to getting my father to fuck me again. I needed a dick in me in a hurry, and Aaron's was not going to cut it tonight.

My husband had finally gotten what he had always wanted, I was no longer satisfied with his dick, just like he had always said. I knew he was probably all hot and bothered from watching the show I put on and wanting to get his dick wet. I was guessing that was why he made his grand entrance, but that little stunt just evaporated any chance he had of getting near my pussy tonight.

I just grimaced at him while I formulated my next plan. I would send him to the guest room and take care of myself. He would be forced to listen as I masturbated and moaned about my father until one of us fell asleep. I was betting I would outlast him.

Once I bid my father farewell, I played the loving wife role and thanked my husband for providing the means to such an amazing evening. In the back of my head, all I could think was that this little prick cut short the most epic fuck of my life. I could tell that he had enjoyed the show as much as I enjoyed getting fucked. He was being very handsy and was obviously hinting toward wanting a piece of the action. That's when I dropped the hammer.

Just like when I was getting ready to fuck my father, I took his fragile heart in my hands and smashed it to pieces. I batted my eyes at my husband and played coy. "Do you mind spending the night in the guest room?" I asked him innocently. "I have this feeling that I haven't come down from yet, and I really need some more time to myself."

The look on his face was all the revenge I needed, but I was going in for the kill shot. I know it was unlikely that my father would have stayed the night, but it wasn't Aaron's place to end it prematurely. He would feel my wrath in a much more painful way. I began walking up the stairs, flaunting my tight ass as I swayed my hips. I knew he would be off to play with himself and watch the videos he had made, so I looked back and motioned for him to take my hand. "Aren't you coming?" I asked.