Victoria Takes on Her Father Ch. 03

by AshRynn87

story tags: big_dick, cuckold, daughter, father, heels, incest,
lingerie, loving_wives

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A wife&#x27;s version of how she came to sleep with her father.

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/Author's note

Thank you to everyone for following our story to this point. I have
really enjoyed the process of reliving the feelings I had throughout
these experiences while going through the writing process. I was able
to convince Victoria to give us the story from her point of view,
however she does not like to write. She agreed to narrate her thoughts
on an audio recorder and have me edit her story. I will do my best to
portray her feelings as expressed in the narration, and ultimately, she
will have the final blessing of the chapter. I hope you enjoy chapter 3
of Victoria's experience with her father. /

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Where do I even begin? Perhaps with "I never in a million years would
have thought this could happen to me." Or maybe, "I was a sexually
frustrated housewife, I just didn't know it." However you choose to
interpret this tale, all of those stereotypes are true. 

I never expected or desired to have sex with anyone other than my
husband. I grew up a good Catholic girl. I respected my parents, I
honored God, I was not lustful. How I ended up fucking my own father
still doesn't quite make sense to me. I guess that in the moment, I let
my vagina do the thinking instead of my brain. All I know is that the
animal inside me has finally awakened, and my life has not been the
same ever since. 

Aaron was and still is the love of my life. We married when I was only
21. He was the only man I had ever had sex with, and I was content with
that. I did not save myself for marriage. We had fucked plenty before
we were married, and despite how Aaron makes it sound, he has made me
cum plenty of times. I just had never cum from penetration. 

Speaking of Aaron, he is quite the storyteller. At the end of his first
chapter, he admitted that his story was about 80% truth to 20% fiction.
I would place that number closer to two-thirds truth. That second
chapter however, I laughed at some of the things he wrote. I never made
him clean my father's cum out of me, nor did I put him in a cage. I did
however urge him not to touch himself while watching from the closet,
because I did want to fuck him after.

"I understand selling a story, but come on Aaron, really? Sorry to
break it to your readers, but your fiction was a little too wild there,
and judging by some of the readers' comments, they thought so too." 

That said, now that I know he is thinking these things, maybe it is
something he wants me to try without having the courage to ask. 

"I see you honey! All you have to do is ask."

It is understandable why he wrote the story that way, however, and as
you read my version of the events, I think you will see where my
disdain for my husband originated, and how it blossomed into his
cuckold tale. I may have let the emotions of my first time with my
father take over me, but I would never do something with another man
that I had not explicitly agreed to with my husband first. (Sorry to
all of you cuckold fans out there, maybe Aaron can write a fictional
chapter just for you.)

Back to the story at-hand and how this whole thing started anyway. I
explained so many times to Aaron how it was common for many women to
not orgasm from penetration. It did not mean that I didn't enjoy sex, I
just wouldn't cum from it. I could get off other ways; typically, from
grinding my clit on his dick or his leg. Oral sex was good, but Aaron
was always so worried about me cumming, that he didn't stop and notice
that I was having a good time whether or not I had an orgasm.

Let me tell you, it is really hard to cum under that type of pressure.
It got to the point where Aaron was almost depressed if he couldn't
make me cum, which made it even harder for me to focus on just enjoying
the sex. He always insisted that he was the problem. His dick was too
small (it's not), he's too inexperienced (he isn't), he puts too much
pressure on me (he does). 

Even through all this, I never wanted to be with anyone else. It
actually hurt that he kept trying to push that onto me. I didn't want
to fuck another man, I just wanted him to fuck me without any pressure.
Aaron would always keep bringing it up, however. It came to the point
where it made sex unenjoyable. I knew why he would watch us fucking in
the mirror. 

Most women worry that their husband is thinking of another woman during
sex. I had to worry that mine was picturing me with another man. I
honestly do not know which is worse. I was happy that I did not need to
worry about him cheating on me, but I did not know how to handle him
wanting me to cheat. 

Of course, it wasn't cheating in his mind, but for me, that is the only
way I could see it. He was obsessed. It really did strain our
relationship; he just could not see it. I tried to tell myself to just
consider it for him, but every time I did, I was repulsed by my own
thoughts. If I could not even picture myself with another man, it was
never going to happen, end of story. 

I told Aaron that I could not and would not do it on countless
occasions. I gave him the reason that I was afraid to fall in love with
the other man, or at the very least, out of love with him. That was
mostly true. I just couldn't think of another way to verbalize my
feelings. Of course, he took that as a challenge instead of just
leaving it be. I guess I should just be thankful that he kept pushing
the envelope, but at the time it was exasperating.

When Aaron first started stammering on about how my father wanted to
fuck me, I wanted to cry. I wanted to slap the shit out of him. I
wanted to scream "STOP!" How can you even think that is something I'd
consider? He's my father for heaven's sake. I won't fuck a stranger for
you, so your solution is I commit incest with my Dad. I thought he was
fucked in the head and I couldn't even bear to look at him for the rest
of the night. 

This is one of the things Aaron got wrong in his telling of the story.
He made it seem that I had said no but was not completely against the
idea. I was so much against the idea, that I could not stop thinking
about it. As much as it pains me to say it, that's where Aaron played
his cards perfectly. 

It was like in the movie "Inception." He planted this tiny little idea
in the back of my head. The idea was that I wanted to fuck my father. I
fought it. I fought it so hard, it was all I could think about every
time I even looked at Aaron. I must give him credit where it's due,
however. He played it so cool. For the first time in our relationship,
he let it go and I couldn't. I wanted to rage at him, but he never
mentioned it again. If he had brought it up just once, it would have
never happened. I would have raged and gotten out all those feelings
that had been building and all those arguments I had constructed in my
head. 

Instead, my husband was silent. He was caring, but distant, leaving me
with just my thoughts. Thoughts that he had planted. Thoughts of my
father. What Aaron could not have known was that I already knew what my
father was packing. As a girl of about 13, I walked in on my parents
having sex. I saw firsthand that my dad had a massive dick. 

At the time, I didn't really think anything of it. I just wanted to get
out of there as fast as possible and pretend it never happened. In a
few years, when I started to experiment with my sexuality, I always
compared sizes to what I had seen the day I walked in on my parents. I
didn't want to fuck my dad; I just knew that he was bigger than most.
Hell, he was bigger than any dildo I ever tried. Honestly, the first
time I saw Aaron's dick, I was relieved. At the time, I couldn't
imagine taking a dick as big as my father's. 

At 19 years old, I was petite and quite lopsided. I am 5 foot 5 inches
on a good day. At the time I weighed 110 pounds, and in my head, half
of that was in my breasts. My hips had not quite developed, and I
thought fitness meant nothing but cardio and starving myself. I was a
bean pole with tits up to my neck. An average cock was a relief.
Anything bigger would have damn near killed me. 

Of course, as I matured, so did my fitness regimen. I began lifting
weights. My hips filled out. I grew a booty. I turned my anorexic abs
into a 4-pack. I no longer worried about the scale and added several
pounds of muscle. I got a breast reduction and implants to reshape what
my body had changed. Even with this new body that I absolutely loved, I
was terrified of a cock any bigger than Aaron's and frustrated with his
attempts to get me to fuck one. Despite my outward changes, inside I
was the same petite Victoria. 

So, there I was, constantly thinking about my father's dick, waiting to
scream at Aaron, while he walked around all smug, like he had never
mentioned anything. It was a brilliant play on his part. Of course, I
started to run through scenarios in my head. At first, they ended in
disaster. As the days wore on, I started picturing what it would be
like. For some reason, I stopped being repulsed by the idea and started
to get horny. Aaron, meanwhile, deflected all my come-ons. 

I needed relief and I needed it badly. I had filthy thoughts on the
brain, and I needed to have them extracted. If my husband would not
help, I would have to do it myself. The tipping point had finally come.
Two weeks after the idea was planted, I fingered myself in the shower.
I could not help but to picture my father. I imagined what his huge
dick would do to me and I practically came the second I buried my
fingers in my soaking wet pussy. 

That was the point of no return. At that moment, I was gone. The idea
had been burned into my psyche and I would not be satisfied until I had
sampled my father's huge cock for myself. If Aaron had been able to see
my thoughts in that shower, his poor head would have exploded. Of
course, that was his plan all along. 

I dressed and went to Aaron to admit defeat. He had beaten me, and now
all I could think about was fucking my dad. I couldn't let him know
that though. I had to play it as cool as he had for the past two weeks.
I acted as if I still needed proof (I didn't). I pretended that my
father had no interest in me (I knew). I am a woman. I can tell when a
man's eyes are on me, even when that man is my father. 

It was no surprise to me that my father had been eyeing me. I was the
spitting image of my mother. A younger model that he would love to test
drive, forbidden feelings be damned. Aaron thought the set up at the
birthday dinner was to trap my father into showing his true feelings.
It was really to set up the relationship issues that would convince my
mother to send my father to check on me. Of course, I played along for
Aaron's sake. I knew being on display would drive him wild, and what
girl doesn't love doing that to a man. 

Aaron detailed the events of the birthday dinner well, so I will touch
on a few things he did not capture. First, my pussy was practically
dripping all night. My husband had transformed me from a good little
housewife to a filthy-minded whore in only the matter of a few weeks.
Even as such, I was highly aware of the consequences of my actions.

I mostly felt bad for my poor mom, who was an unwilling participant in
all of this. The only saving grace was that my father had cheated on my
mother in the past. Not only did she know, but she had forgiven him of
his transgressions. We talked about this in private that evening.

While I did not disclose my plans, she explained that she knew that Dad
was unfaithful and had learned to live with it. Their relationship had
grown to be asexual, and she just wanted him to be happy and come home
to her. This fact is the only reason I followed through on my feelings
toward my father. If it would have caused further pain to my mother, it
would have been dead in the water. 

As it is, I am sure she would be disappointed and furious at both me
and my father for our adulterous and incestuous deeds. But I could only
do so much, and it was getting harder and harder to push these thoughts
out of my head. I'm still ashamed of my actions. I know what I did was
wrong in so many ways, but that is what made it so desirable. Knowing
all the forbidden desires that I was submitting to had me feeling more
sexual than I ever had in my life. 

I knew Aaron could tell. I knew what I was about to do would hurt him
in ways I couldn't control. I knew that once I fucked my father once
that I'd be coming back for more, and I absolutely did not care. There
was no stopping this runaway train. I was doing this my way. I would
have to hurt my husband in the process, but it was his idea after all.
He just didn't have any idea what was in his future. 

The day had finally arrived, and my vagina was so engorged it hurt. I
didn't know women could get blue balls. I almost fingered myself in the
shower, but I knew Aaron was watching my every move from the bedroom. I
had to get him out of there. I told him that I needed to be alone with
my thoughts, but what I really needed was to get him to stop pressuring
me. If he hung around any longer, it would be just like having sex with
him, always pressing to make sure I cum. 

I knew my dad would make me cum just by looking at my pussy. I didn't
need Aaron getting in my head and distracting me, so I sent him away. I
almost wanted to hurt him at that moment, and that is why I turned on
"Red Light Special." I knew he could hear it, and I knew it would drive
him away. It is also why I stayed in our room away from the cameras. I
did not want him to see me and I didn't want him in my head when the
time came. 

Dressing in lingerie for my father was perhaps the most sensual thing I
have ever done. I love dressing in lingerie for Aaron, but it can be a
chore sometimes, especially when he asks in the heat of the moment.
This evening, I knew that not only was I dressing for my father, but I
was also dressing for Aaron. I needed to bring my A-game.

Every detail of that outfit was chosen with this in mind. I also had to
make it seem like I was going out with friends, when in actuality, I
never planned on getting out of the living room. Aaron's description of
my outfit was good, but it really didn't do justice. 

First, I slipped into my stockings. They were special ordered from the
UK just for this outfit. They were a pair of Charnos satin top summer
weight stockings. Like Aaron said, so sheer they were practically
invisible apart from the glossy finish and the almost golden satin top.
They felt even better than they looked. I admired myself in the
full-length mirror. They were a near perfect match for my tanned skin.
Money well spent. 

The lingerie was also special ordered, rush delivery. I had seen
several fitness models on Instagram sporting this set in different
colors, mostly neon yellow or orange. When I looked it up, the gold
immediately caught my eye. I knew it would highlight my skin tone
perfectly, and it was a near match for the clubbing outfit I had
already chosen. My 32DD breasts were nestled perfectly into the sheer
cups. My nipples strained against the sheer material, just showing
through the embroidery. The garter belt was flawless. Straps lined the
back and sides, while the front was dominated with golden lace. 

I of course clasped my stockings with the garters before pulling up the
thong panties. ("Sorry Aaron, I know you think that I need your help,
but really I just like to tease you by fumbling with the clasps.")
There would not be much need for the panties other than the fact they
came with the set. They were pristine, however, and they were
practically dripping the second I put them on. 

The midriff top and mini skirt were purchased from a local store named
Akira. They specialize in modern club wear. Most things in the store
look like they came directly from a hip-hop video. The halter showed
off my abs perfectly, which I adorned with a dangly belly button
piercing. It also helped press my breasts up and out the top. 

The skirt barely covered anything. It was not meant for the wearer to
sit, dance, bend over, or even walk without being indecent. I knew it
would drive my dad wild. Aaron described both as being sequined. They
weren't as much sequined as they were covered in little reflective gold
rectangles embedded within the nude spandex material. They both really
shined and highlighted all my curves. 

The heels were a nude pump with a double ankle clasp. I find nothing
sexier than an ankle clasp on a stiletto, so when I found the double
clasp, I knew that I had to have them. I would have preferred a gold
pair, but these would work. 

I had never felt this attractive in my life. I love dressing up. Like I
said before, Aaron loves me in lingerie. This day it wasn't a chore, it
was foreplay for me. Not only had it boosted my confidence, but it got
me all worked up. I admired myself in the mirror...dripping with sex
appeal. I was turning myself on, and now I was getting myself ready to
take on my father's 9-inch dick. I was terrified and excited all at the
same time. I have no idea how I was still standing in my 6-inch pumps,
because my legs were like Jell-O. I was so wobbly that I finally just
took a seat on the bed to gather myself. 

Once my father had arrived, I knew the seduction would be easy, but
making the first move would be the hardest part. I knew it would be up
to me. As a father, he could only go so far before I ensured him that
his actions were welcomed. As sexual as I was being, I still felt
comforted by his presence while we watched the movie. It was as if I
were a teenager watching a movie with my boyfriend, nervous but
comfortable all at the same time. 

I made sure he saw my stocking tops and eventually just a peek of my
panties. I was so hot and bothered, I could have plunged my fingers
right into my pussy. What I really wanted was my dad's hands on my
pussy, so I just decided to go for it and make it happen. I put his
hand on my stocking clad thigh. I brushed my vagina through my panties.
I practically came right there as I moaned and thrust out my tits. 

I knew he wouldn't resist the outward display of sexuality, but still,
I gently took his trembling hand and knowingly placed it on my crotch. 

"Here's your sign Daddy," I thought, "take it and make me your bitch." 

I felt like a bitch in heat. My father could probably feel the heat
radiating off my pussy from its place on my thigh. 

I whispered to him, "Yes Daddy, right there," as I placed his hand on
me in my most intimate place. 

As I said those words, the weight of my actions finally hit me. A man
other than my husband had just touched me sexually for the first time.
The fact that it was my father, and the forbidden nature of our
discretion had me melting in his hand. I was going to cum and I was
going to cum hard. 

It did not take more than a few moments of feeling my dad's rough hands
caressing my vagina before I felt the explosion building deep inside
me. The orgasm erupted from my clit and spread from there all the way
to my head and down to my toes. Every muscle in my body clenched tight
as my pussy drenched my father's hand in my juices. If I hadn't been
sitting, I would have collapsed from the waves of pleasure. My legs
quivered, my eyes fluttered, and my heart raced. 

It took me several moments to gather myself, but once I came down from
my high, I could really focus on the endgame...getting that huge dick
inside of me. I wanted it. I needed it. Nothing was going to stop me
from having it. The time had come, and I was going to take what I
wanted, consequences be damned. 

I made a show out of my little strip tease. Slowly stepping out of my
skirt and removing my top to pose for my father. I wanted him to get a
good look at me before I devoured him whole. Like a lioness stalking
her prey. He knew I was there, and he knew he was defenseless against
me. I tore his clothes from him leaving him in his boxers, which I then
gently removed, finally exposing the prize that I had been waiting
weeks to finally see again. Only this time, I would be on the receiving
end of it. 

Victoria Takes on Her Father Ch. 03

by AshRynn87 (UID 5640509)

https://www.literotica.com/s/victoria-takes-on-her-father-ch-03

A wife&#x27;s version of how she came to sleep with her father.

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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.

Victoria Takes on Her Father Ch. 03

by AshRynn87 (UID 5640509)

https://www.literotica.com/s/victoria-takes-on-her-father-ch-03

A wife&#x27;s version of how she came to sleep with her father.

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He held my hand like a lost child and walked up to the bedroom with me.
The poor little man had sent his wife to be fucked by a bigger dick,
and now he was learning what that really meant. Aaron always liked to
say, "Play stupid games, win stupid prizes."

I couldn't help but notice the irony. His prize was a lonely night in
the guest bed while listening to his wife fantasize about the fucking
her father had just given her. I made sure to give him only a peck of a
kiss goodnight and then closed the door on him, leaving him stunned in
the hallway. 

It took me little time to pull out one of the several dildos he had
purchased for me over the years. They rarely ever got used, but
tonight, the most wicked of them all was going to keep me company. The
one I chose was not so much big as it was powerful, with several
rotating sections in the shaft and a vibrating clit massager. 

The dildo didn't compare to my father, and unfortunately it didn't make
me cum, but it satisfied me knowing that Aaron could hear my moans from
across the hall. I made sure to play up the dirty talk. "Oh, Daddy yes!
Aaron has never fucked me like this before. Own my pussy Daddy!" I
could not help but giggle like a little girl as I pictured Aaron in the
next room. 

Once I had my fun, my mind immediately went to planning the next
meeting with my father. I was addicted, and my drug of choice was my
father's cock. I thought to myself, "What a strange road it was to get
here, but I am thankful for a loving husband who was happy to send me
off to be fucked whenever I wanted."

Not only did my husband encourage this whole affair, but he had been
begging me to take another man for years. It turns out he knew what he
was talking about all along, and for that, I could not love him any
more than I do. But that did not change the newfound power I felt.

I was a mixed bag of emotions. My love for my husband and my desire to
torture him by flaunting future affairs with my father tore at my
insides. I still knew it was wrong, but that made it even more
exciting. It helped that I knew Aaron would never put a stop to it. He
was too invested and too turned on by watching me get fucked six ways
from Sunday. 

These feelings encouraged me to be more daring and to flaunt the fact
that I was fucking my own Dad. I would make sure that I always had him
pay me a visit the day Aaron would return from a trip, forcing him to
stew in his own misery on that horrible guest bed. 

That was fine for a little while, but eventually the thrill of
flaunting the affair to Aaron diminished. I needed something more
daring. I needed to feel the butterflies that I got the first time I
touched my father's cock. I needed to feel the thrill that I felt the
first time my father's fingers touched my pussy. 

I decided that the best way to recapture those feelings was to flaunt
the affair in front of complete strangers. Somehow, I would get my
father on a weekend get-away. It would be reckless and carelessly
stupid. I knew it was a terrible idea and could blow up in my face, but
I was an addict and that was how I was going to get my next
fix...consequences be damned.

 

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