Craving Daddy’s Cock

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I’ll never forget the exact moment when I started craving Daddy’s cock. It was the night of my twentieth birthday. I’ve always loved my Daddy. He is so strong, funny, and handsome. Ever since my Mommy died when I was little, Daddy and I have always been best pals. But I never thought of him sexually until that night.

After graduating high school two years ago, a bunch of my friends and I all started attending the local junior college together. Most of us still lived at home, and we worked hard on our two-year associate’s degrees. Now, two years later, most of us were graduating.

As it happened, graduation day fell right on my birthday. So Daddy decided to throw me a big party, and invite all my friends to celebrate their graduations as well. All my friends were there. My best friend Deirdre was there, and Debbie and Kimberly from the cheerleading squad, and Biff from the football team, and some of the boys from the swim team, and a bunch of other kids. I had on my new yellow party dress and my hair in a ponytail. We had cake, of course, and hot dogs and hamburgers on the grill, and sandwiches from a caterer. We had a big bowl of punch, and lots of cans of soda pop. We played lawn darts in the yard, and volleyball, and bocce ball, and a bunch of other games. And we talked and laughed and had a great time.

Daddy is a guidance counselor at the junior college, so most of my friends know him well. He was at the party with his current girlfriend, Irene. Daddy is very attractive and has had lots of girlfriends all my life, but they never seemed to last very long. I like to think that was because I was the Number One girl in his life! But who knows? Anyway, Daddy and Irene mostly stayed out of our way at the party, but I could tell he was beaming with pride at me, his all-grown-up little girl!

At one point, my best friend Deirdre pulled me aside. She was wearing a green party dress with a plunging neckline and a very short skirt, and her fingernails were painted bright red. “Missy, your dad is looking really hot today. Now that I’m a junior college graduate, do you think you could get him to ask me out?”

I punched her in the arm. “You stay away from him, DeeDee. My Daddy deserves someone who hasn’t slept with the entire swim team.”

Deirdre opened her mouth in shock. “Not all of them! I haven’t slept with Federico.”

“Federico is gay, you know.”

“Well, we’ll see about that!” Deirdre winked at me. She’s my best friend and I love her and all, but she really is a slut. I consider myself more of a good girl. Oh, I’ve had sex with a few of my classmates at college, but I never found it all that satisfying. They were all so silly and immature and, well, just overgrown boys. None of them ever seemed like real men, like my Daddy.

I hugged her. “Oh, DeeDee. You should stick to boys your own age. Besides, Daddy already has me, and that’s all he really needs.”

Eventually, everyone went home. I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open, and went upstairs to bed. Daddy and Irene said they would clean up. I was too tired to even get into my cute pink pajamas; I just stripped down to my bra and panties and fell right into bed. I was asleep before I even knew it.

I woke up several hours later, thirsty as anything! Too much soda pop at the party, I guess. I needed a drink of cold water. There was a bathroom right next to my bedroom, but I didn’t want tepid tap water. I wanted cold water from the fridge downstairs. I put on my lavender nightgown with the lacey collar and started tip-toeing down the stairs. I was as quiet as I could be, as I didn’t want to wake Daddy and Irene in the next room.

The stairs led to the living room. As soon as I’d gone down about three steps, I could see the sofa in the middle of the room. I froze like a statue, and my eyes were wide like saucers!

Daddy and Irene weren’t asleep in his room after all. Daddy was lying on the sofa, naked, with his cock jutting straight up in the air! Irene was kneeling on the floor next to him, and had her hands wrapped around his cock, slowly stroking it up and down.

That cock! None of the boys I’d been with in college had anything to compare to it. It was long and fat, red with bright blue veins, and had a flaring purple mushroom head. Irene’s hands could scarcely cover it. I felt butterflies in my stomach and a weakness in my knees. I wanted that cock!

It wasn’t just the size and shape, either. Something, I don’t know what, told me that this cock was meant for me. And I was meant for it. Somehow, I just knew it. This cock was my destiny!

Irene leaned her head down and opened her mouth wide. She lowered her face onto Daddy’s cock and took the head into her mouth. I couldn’t see much after that, because her long hair covered up his entire groin. But her head was bobbing up and down, and twisting from side to side at the same time. Daddy started moaning. Apparently, whatever she was doing, he liked it. I was sure I could make him feel just as good as she could. Better, in fact! He loved me more, I just knew it. And that cock was meant illegal bahis for me!

My drink of water forgotten, I crept silently back to bed. There was a squishy dampness between my legs, and my knees felt like rubber. My head was swimming. I tore off my nightgown and my panties, and lay on my back with just my bra on. I reached down to my pussy and felt the dampness. I rarely ever masturbate, but I knew that I needed it now more than ever. I started rubbing my pussy. The dampness only increased, and my face and neck flushed. One finger, two fingers, even three fingers weren’t enough. I looked around for something to use as a sex toy. There was my hairbrush; no, not good enough. Curling iron? No way. Ah ha! My old Barbie doll! I grabbed the Barbie, turned her face up, then slid her feet and legs into my sopping wet pussy. Oh, how good that felt! I imagined that it was Daddy’s cock slipping inside me, his huge mushroom head spreading my lips. I wanted to moan, but I didn’t dare; I bit my lip to keep myself silent. Eventually the flush in my face and neck started spreading downward toward my titties, my tummy, my hips, and all the way to my feet. A great gushing came from my pussy, and an orgasm washed over my entire body. I bit harder on my lip and rode out the wave, picturing Daddy’s cock, jutting up toward the ceiling, throbbing and bobbing, the entire time. Then, exhausted, I fell asleep.

*******

The next day, I still couldn’t help thinking about Daddy’s cock. So strong, so long, so wonderful. So perfect, and so clearly destined for me. I had to have it, in my mouth, in my hands, in my pussy. The heck with those boys at college; the only man for me is my Daddy. But I didn’t have any idea how to go about getting him. Seducing men was not my specialty. But I knew whose it was. I grabbed my phone.

“Hello?”

“DeeDee! It’s Missy. I need some advice.”

“What’s up? Anything for the birthday girl.”

“Not on the phone. Meet me at the coffee shop on Fourth Avenue.”

An hour later, Deirdre and I were chatting over our lattes. She had on a pretty white blouse and a smart grey skirt. I was in a blue sundress and my favorite sandals. After a little small talk, I took her hands in mine and looked in her eyes.

“DeeDee, you won’t believe what I saw last night. My Daddy was on the sofa getting a blowjob from Irene!”

“That bitch! Doesn’t she know I want him for myself?”

“No, you don’t understand. I want him for MY self. Once I saw his cock, that beautiful cock, I knew that he and I were meant to be lovers. It’s like it’s preordained or something. I need to convince him to make love with me, just once, and then he’ll know as well as I do that we are meant to be together forever. He’ll feel it deep in his core, just like I do now. Not just as father and daughter, but as lovers. Forever.”

Deirdre eyed me as if with new respect. “Well, you certainly have good taste. I say go for it.”

“Yes, but how? I don’t have any experience seducing boys. And even if I did, Daddy is a man, a full grown man, with lots of experience. I want to make sure I can convince him that I am the only woman for him.”

“Well, like you said, he’s a man. Men don’t need much of an excuse to have sex with a woman. All they need is an opportunity. Just ask him!”

“Really?” I was dubious. “Do you really think that’s all it will take? It seems too easy.”

“Missy, my dear, I’ve asked dozens of men straight up to have sex. And only one has ever turned me down.”

“Federico?”

“Federico. But I’ll get him yet! In the meantime, focus on your dad. He’s a man, a normal man, and a horny man. Trust me, just ask, and you shall receive.”

I almost squealed with happiness. “Oh, DeeDee, thank you so much! I can’t wait to give it a try.”

*******

When I got home, Daddy was sitting on the sofa in our living room. He looked glum. He had a beer in his hand, and an empty one on the table beside him.

“What’s the matter Daddy?”

He looked up at me with sad eyes. “Oh, hi Missy. Nothing. I mean, not nothing. I broke up with Irene and I’m a little depressed.”

My eyes got wide. I was sad for Daddy, of course, but this was good news for me. I sat down next to him. “What happened?”

He took a long swig of his beer. “She was starting to get too serious. She wants to get married. I just don’t feel that way about her. I told her I needed more time to think about it. She said I’ve had plenty of time. She’s right. I already know she is not my forever love.” His eyes had a far away look and were vaguely moist.

“Daddy, maybe this is a sign. I’ve been thinking….”

“What, Princess?”

I stroked one hand up and down his muscular forearm. “Well, I was thinking, maybe you and I should be lovers. Maybe I’m your forever love.” I looked into his face, waiting for his reaction. I didn’t have to wait long.

“Melissa!” He stood up. “I can’t believe you’re saying that. That’s, that’s… that’s so wrong!” Now his eyes were glaring at me.

I stared up at him from the sofa. “No, I don’t believe illegal bahis siteleri it’s wrong. If you make love with me, just once, you’ll see that we are meant to be together, emotionally and physically, forever. You’ll see how perfect we will be as lovers, and you’ll see just how happy I can make you. It will be so good that you’ll forget all about it being wrong. I just know it.”

I could see his jaw muscles tightening. Between clenched teeth, he said, “I’m going to try to forget that we ever had this conversation, young lady.” And then he walked stiffly off toward his room.

I was aghast! I hid my face in my hands. Oh dear lord, have I just ruined everything, I thought? I spent the rest of the day in a funk. Daddy never came back out of his room.

*******

The next morning I slept late. Daddy was already gone for work when I got up. I had some orange juice and cereal, and then grabbed my phone.

“Hi Missy!”

“DeeDee, your plan didn’t work. He turned me down flat. He said it would be ‘wrong.'”

“Hmm. Well I guess your dad has more principles that I thought. Now I want him even more.”

“DeeDee! You’ve got to help me. What can I do?”

“Meet me at the coffee shop again. We’ll work something out.”

An hour later we were back in our favorite booth. Deirdre was wearing a blue sweater and grey slacks. I had on an old sorority t-shirt and shorts and had my hair up in a bun.

“I’ve been giving it a lot of thought, Missy. Your dad clearly has hang-ups, especially about incest. Not that that is unusual, of course. But it tells us what we need to do. We need to lower his inhibitions.”

“How do we do that?”

“Get the blood away from his brain so he won’t think about it so hard. You cook his favorite dinner, you put on his favorite music, you pour him a glass of wine or three. Get him so relaxed that his inhibitions fly out the window. Then his cock will do all the thinking for him.”

I nodded. This could work. “I like it, DeeDee. He loves Beef Stroganoff. And he also loves a good Merlot. I’ll lay out a spread for him tonight that will knock him over.”

Deirdre leaned over the table and lowered her voice conspiratorially. “If you want to make extra sure it works, put a few ounces of vodka into the wine. He’ll never taste it, and it will lower his inhibitions even further.”

I clapped my hands together. “DeeDee, you are the best! What would I do without you? And how can I ever thank you?”

She gave me a crooked smile. “Oh, we’ll think of something.”

**************************

I stopped at the store on the way home and got all the ingredients I needed for dinner. I also got a nice big bottle of Merlot, and a bottle of vodka. I asked the liquor store man what was the smoothest, most taste-free vodka, and he recommended Skyy.

I called up Daddy at his office when I knew he was on his lunch break.

“How are you feeling, Daddy?”

“Still a little depressed about Irene, Princess. But I’ll be okay.” Apparently he had made good on his promise to forget yesterday’s conversation.

“Daddy, I want to cook you a fabulous dinner tonight. All your favorites. Tonight will be all about you. Maybe that will help cheer you up.”

I could hear the smile in his voice over the phone. “Just knowing you are there for me makes me happier already, Princess. I’ll look forward to that dinner.”

I spent the afternoon cooking. I made the Stroganoff, and some broccoli with cheese sauce, and a nice cherry pie for dessert. I put on Daddy’s favorite music mix of oldies from his college days. I set the table and even put some flowers in a vase. I poured some of the Merlot out into a tumbler, and added enough vodka to refill the bottle. I shook it up, then poured a little into a wine glass and tasted it. I couldn’t taste a thing but the wine. So I poured a little more into the tumbler and added a bit more vodka. Still no vodka taste! I added just a little bit more for good measure. I put the bottle on the dining room table with the place settings.

By then I was all sweaty from my work in the kitchen. This would never do! I jumped in the shower and got myself all cleaned up for Daddy. I used my favorite cookie-dough scented body wash, lathering it all over my body. But of course I imagined that it was Daddy’s strong hands caressing me, soaping up my tummy, lathering my thighs, squeezing my titties, and sliding two fingers into my pussy. In and out, back and forth, playing with my clit. I felt my breath starting to come in little gasps, and felt my knees start to weaken. No! I stopped myself. I was really tempted to give myself an orgasm right there in the shower, but decided to wait. Soon I would have the real thing, my Daddy’s fabulous cock, inside me for real. I could wait for that.

After my shower, I put on my favorite pink blouse and knee-length white skirt. I put my hair up in a ponytail with a nice yellow ribbon and painted my fingernails yellow, too. I decided against wearing any makeup. I didn’t want it rubbing off on Daddy when we started getting intimate!

Everything canlı bahis siteleri was ready. I poured myself a small wine glass of unspiked wine from the tumbler, and sat on the living room sofa to wait for Daddy. I was still thinking about his long, thick cock, and how good it would feel in my hands, in my mouth, and in my pussy. I thought about how Daddy would instantly realize, as soon as his cock was inside me, that we were meant for each other; that his cock and my pussy were a pair ordained by the heavens. That the pleasure would blow away anything he’d ever felt before. And how we would be lovers for ever after. The sexy, loving thoughts, as well as the wine, were giving me a nice warm buzz.

When I heard his key in the lock, I put my wine glass aside and ran to the foyer. As Daddy walked in the door, I threw my arms around his neck and gave him a big sloppy kiss on the cheek. How I wanted to plant that kiss on his mouth, to snake my tongue down his throat, and rip his clothes off him! But I knew I had to chip away at his inhibitions first. I would stick to my plan.

“How was your day, Daddy?”

“Oh, the usual, Princess. I’m just glad to be home. What are you cooking? It smells wonderful!”

I took his briefcase and put it aside. I loosened his tie and took his hand and guided him to the sofa. “Let me get you a glass of wine, Daddy.”

In the dining room, I poured some of the spiked wine into a large wine glass. I sniffed it carefully. It smelled normal. I took it back out and gave it to him. We sat on the sofa for a while, just talking about little things as Daddy unwound from his day at the office. Eventually, we went to the dining room and I served. “More wine, Daddy?” I made sure his glass was never empty.

“This Stroganoff is delicious, Missy. I sure love your cooking.”

“Have some broccoli. And save room for cherry pie!”

“You are a wonder. It will be a lucky man who marries you!”

I just smiled to myself and poured him some more wine. I limited my own wine intake, and only drank from the unspiked wine in the tumbler in the kitchen. I didn’t want to lose my own head.

“Ready for dessert, Daddy? Cherry pie, your favorite!”

He loosened his belt. “Maybe a little slice, Princess. I’m pretty stuffed. And I’m getting tired, too.”

I got up and kissed him on the top of the head. “Coming right up.” I went to the kitchen, cut him a huge slice of pie, and headed for the dining room, humming and smiling happily to myself. As soon as I got within sight of the table, I stopped short.

There was Daddy, chin on his chest, fast asleep. Oh pooh! My shoulders slumped and my smile disappeared. I must have overdone it with the wine and the vodka!

I set the plate in front of him. “Here you go, Daddy, a nice slice of pie.” No response. I carefully poked his shoulder. Nothing. I shook him, gently. Not a twitch. I sat down and sighed in frustration. I’ll just give him a few minutes, I thought. Maybe he’ll wake up. But when he started snoring, I knew it was all over. Another heavy sigh.

“Okay, Daddy, let’s see if we can get you to bed.” I’m not a big girl, and there is no way I could drag his unconscious form across the house, but I was hoping he had enough consciousness left to be guided. I stood behind his chair and reached my arms under his, clasping my hands together in front of his chest. “Upsy daisy, Daddy!” I heaved, and fortunately, he responded. Between his legs and my arms, I got him to his feet. But he was very wobbly, and I had to steady him. I knew there was no way I was going to get him up the stairs to his bedroom. But I did manage to inch him toward the sofa in the living room, one lurch at a time. When I got him there, I let him down slowly, and he collapsed onto the cushions on his back.

I looked at his sleeping form. He was snoring gently. I shook my head, cursing myself for overdoing it. I untied his shoes and took them off. I unbuttoned his shirt and wiggled it out from under him. And then I unbuckled his belt and trousers, and pulled them down his legs. I folded his clothes neatly and placed them on a chair.

The lump in his underwear was unmistakable. How I wanted that cock! I wondered if I could get him hard, and fuck him, while he was unconscious. Would that be enough to win him over? Would he realize how we are destined to be together, even though he was out like a light? I wasn’t sure, but I was willing to give it a try. And I really wanted that cock inside me!

I pulled his underwear down to his knees. His cock, even though it was limp as a noodle, was still beautiful. I still wanted it. I reached out, and for the first time in my life, wrapped my fingers around it. My white hand and yellow fingernails made a delicious contrast to his red cock and blue veins. I could feel the pulse in it, beating like a heart, only for me. I even felt a tingling, like static electricity, jumping between my hand and his cock. This had to be the energy, the destiny, between our bodies. I cradled his balls, and they felt hot and powerful. None of the college boys I’d had sex with had cocks anything like this. Certainly none of them had that tingle, that energy of destiny. I slowly stroked it, trying to get it hard, but to no avail. I gently kneaded his balls, but to no effect. Daddy kept right on snoring.

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