Waking up to my dad fucking me story

It was Sunday morning; I got out of bed and headed to the shower. The tiles were cold under my feet, and the steam fogged the bathroom mirror. When I got in, all I could do was look up at the water as it sprayed down on me, feeling each droplet hitting my skin like tiny reminders of reality. I closed my eyes, wondering what today would be like, but then I thought it was probably the same thing: the same heavy silence and dull ache in my chest.

I started washing myself as I soaped up my B-cup breasts and washed them, followed by my pussy. I liked to keep myself clean, so I got the razor and started shaving off my pubes.

After I got out and wrapped a towel around me, I wiped the condensation off the mirror and stared at my reflection. My eyes looked tired, the kind of tiredness that sleep couldn’t fix. I headed to my room to get changed, the towel clinging to my damp skin. Looking in my wardrobe, I picked out a pair of tight black yoga pants and a cropped grey top. I dressed quickly, the familiar fabric giving me a slight sense of comfort amid the chaos.

I was an 18-year-old college student living with my dad, who was 61 years old. I would often bring my friends back to my house, and Dad acted like a perve around them. I remember one time my friend Kelly was over, and my dad couldn’t keep his eyes off her perky tits, practically drooling as she bent over to pick up a book she had dropped. It was fucking disgusting, and I could tell Kelly was uncomfortable, but my dad just kept leering at her.

However, she was different from Zoe, as she was one of my friends who loved attention. I remember we had a party once, as my dad got a raise, and we had some family over and my friends. As the night went on, I couldn’t find Zoe anywhere, and my dad, where did he go?

I looked everywhere; I went into the garden and heard noises from my Dad’s shed. I peeked through the window. Omg, Zoe was bent over the workbench and my dad was fucking her.

So yeah, that’s what my Dad is like. Don’t get me wrong; I love him. He can be a regular dad, but a perve switch gets flipped in his head when girls are around him. The weird thing is I have caught him looking at my body in, well, not the way you should be looking at your daughter.

At night, I was in bed in my short pink nightie, I couldn’t sleep, so I went downstairs for a glass of milk. As I walked through the living room to the kitchen, Dad was on the couch in shock, quickly adjusting his pants.

“What are you doing down here?” I interrupted him as I saw him pull up his zipper.

“I… I can’t sleep, so I came to get a drink. God, I am so tired, but I just can’t sleep, Dad,” I said as I reached for a glass and went to the fridge.

I poured myself a glass of milk and turned to face him. “what were you doing just before I came down.”

“Oh, just adjusting myself. I must have been sitting awkwardly,” Dad responds, trying to play it cool. But I can see the guilt in his eyes.

I take a sip of your milk, staring him down. “Dad, I’m not stupid. I know what you were doing. I get it you’re a man and you have needs. How do you think I feel? I haven’t been with anyone since splitting up with Gary.”

“Come here, sweetie. I’m sorry. How about you sit on my lap for a bit?” he said, patting his knee.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But then, I walked over to the couch and sat on his lap, feeling his arms wrap around me. I could feel his erection pressing against my ass, but I tried to ignore it, but it was hard not to as it felt thick and hard.

“Dad, I don’t know how to feel about this,” I said, looking up at him.

“I understand, sweetie,” he said, kissed my head. “I am sorry for acting weird lately.”

I can feel his erection growing harder against my ass, and I can’t help but feel a twinge of arousal, omg I shouldn’t feel that way. Yuck, he’s my dad.

“Dad, I… I can feel your thing beneath me. This feels so weird,” I said as I wiggled to get comfy.

Dad lets out a little whimper, “Ugh,” oh shit, I didn’t mean to do that, “Sorry, Dad.”

“You, sweetie, you’re so beautiful,” his hand runs up my thigh. “Erm, Dad, what are you doing?”

His hand was slightly up my nightie. His fingers touched my panties; he gently rubbed the front of my panties. Why was I not stopping him?

I sat there, frozen in place, as my dad’s fingers continued to explore the front of my panties. I could feel the heat building between my legs, and I knew that I should stop him, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

“Dad, I don’t know about this,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

“Shh, it’s okay, sweetie,” he replied, his voice soothing. “I would never do anything to hurt you.”

His fingers slid beneath the waistband of my panties, and I could feel his warm touch against my bare skin. I gasped as he gently began to rub my clit, my body responding instinctively to his touch. His finger slid inside me, “ugh, we shouldn’t.”

I murmured, my mind racing with conflicting emotions. I knew this was wrong, but it felt so good. I couldn’t help but moan as my dad’s fingers explored my pussy, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through my body.

“Dad, I… I can’t,” I said, I should be pushing him away. But my body betrayed me, responding to his touch with increasing intensity.

The silence in the room, and the sound of squelching as his fingers slide in and out my pussy. “Oh fucking hell, Daddy, mmmm… mmmm we should stop.”

I had to stop this. It was so wrong, I climbed off his knee adjusted my panties and pulled my nightie into place. “Sorry. I… I better go to bed before it goes too far. You are my bloody dad; why?”

As I hurriedly returned to my room, my mind raced with confusion and guilt. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. My Dad had just fingered me on the couch like some cheap whore. I felt so dirty, so violated. How could I have let that happen? I had always thought of my dad as a bit of a pervert, but I never imagined it would go this far.

I eventually fell asleep, and what happened next was shocking.

I woke up grunting “Unngh,” and to the feeling of something warm and hard inside me, my bed squeaking. My eyes fluttered open, and I saw my dad hovering over me. Each of my legs over each of his shoulders. He was thrusting his hips back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy. My panties stretched over, resting against one of my pussy flaps, my tits bouncing in my nightie.

“OMG, Ugh fuck, Ugh… ugh… Daddy, what.. what are you doing?” I managed to ask, my voice thick with sleep and desire. He didn’t respond. Instead, he just kept fucking me, his pace slowly building up as he slammed his cock in and out of me.

My Dad looked down at me, he’s smelt of alcohol and was drunk, how was he fucking me while he was so drunk. He reached down and grabbed my legs, pulling them up around his waist. His hips started moving faster, each thrust causing my bed to squeak louder and louder. I moaned in pleasure, unable to believe what was happening. Omg, the girth of my dad’s cock was stretching out my pussy.

“Dad, daddy fuck, I… Ugh… Ugh… can’t believe your dick is inside me.” I said as he just kept on hammering into me like a piece of meat.

“Daddy, harder, harder,” I begged, my voice barely above a whisper. I was lost in the moment; my mind focused solely on the sensation of my dad’s cock inside me.

Dad responded by picking up the pace, his hips slamming into me with force. The bed shook beneath us, the headboard banging against the wall. I grabbed it, my knuckles turning white as I held on for dear life.

“Oh god, yes, yes,” I moaned, my body trembling with pleasure. I could feel an orgasm building up inside me, my muscles clenching around my dad’s cock.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” I cried out, my voice filled with desperation. I needed release, and I needed it now.

Dad must have sensed my urgency because he started thrusting even harder, his balls slapping against my ass with each stroke. It was too much, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Oh god, yes, yes,” I cried out, my voice filled with desperation. I needed release, and I needed it now. I rubbed my clit as fast as I could as his dick kept sliding in and out of me really fast.

“Unnnghhhhh,” I gushed and squirted all over his cock and the bed. He kept pounding, and there was no sign of him stopping. I was exhausted and struggling to catch my breath from my orgasm, which took my breath away.

He then pulled out of me and got me on all fours, and slid back inside my pussy doggy-style position.

I felt his hands grip my hips tightly as he pulled me back onto his cock. His thrusts became harder and faster, his balls slapping against my clit with each push. I could feel his cock hitting my G-spot with every stroke, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. I pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with equal force.

His fingers dug into my flesh as he took control of my movements, pulling me back onto his cock and then pushing me forward, our bodies slapping together in a rhythmic symphony of pleasure.

“Fuck, you feel so good. So fucking tight,” he grunted, his breathing heavy.

I could feel myself getting close to another orgasm, my body tensing up as my muscles clenched around his cock. I could feel the pressure building inside me, my pussy feeling swollen and full of his cock.

Increasing the pace of his thrusts, his hips moving like a piston, driving his cock deep into me. I could feel the warmth of his load filling me up, coating my insides and dripping down my legs.

He slowed down, his breathing still heavy as he pulled out of me. I felt his cum dripping out of me, running down my legs and onto the bed.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” he panted, lying down beside me.

I didn’t respond, my mind still reeling from the intense orgasms I had just experienced. I couldn’t believe what had just happened, my father had just fucked me like a slut. I felt dirty, used and violated.

But at the same time, I couldn’t deny the pleasure I had felt. It had been the most intense and explosive sex I had ever experienced.

I turned to face him, his face flushed and sweaty. He looked at me with a mixture of guilt and satisfaction.

“I’m sorry, sweetie. I shouldn’t have done that,” he said, his voice filled with remorse.

“It’s okay, daddy. I won’t tell anyone. It was just between us,” I replied, forcing a smile onto my face.

He nodded, pulling me into his arms and holding me tight. I could feel the warmth of his body, his heart beating against my chest. I closed my eyes, feeling safe and loved in his arms.