My Daddy Got Stuck #1
It Was An Emergency
I paused outside our garage and heard the oddest sound, like a cat being strangled. Only Mom was home, in the kitchen, which wasn’t far away, so if we had intruders or a raccoon, I could run and scream for help. It was a shame Dad wasn’t home because I could have gotten him to walk ahead.
I needed my moped to ride to school, so I gathered all my nerve, rounded the corner and stepped carefully through the door, my heart thumping like a robber escaping the police. What I saw inside our garage terrified me.
“What the fuck, Dad!”
“Oh shit… sorry Cassie… I wasn’t expecting you.”
“Clearly fucking not.”
I was stunned, and my helmet dropped when I saw my step-father furiously wanking a very long, thick cock. He turned away, red-faced, and struggled with the zipper to his pants. I was speechless, processing what I’d seen, rooted to the spot and wondering why.
I frowned and pointed at where my father’s massive cock had been, my mouth bobbing open and shut uselessly. Now, his manhood was softer, only half the size it had been, but still larger than any I had played with.
“Owww… oh fuck!”
“What’s the matter, Dad?”
“My zipper is stuck.”
“Fucking hell. Don’t go inside with your cock hanging out. Mom’s in the kitchen, and she’ll freak out, especially if she knows I caught you...”
“Caught me doing what?”
“Oh, come on, Dad… I know what masturbation looks like.”
My father stared at the floor, twisting his hips awkwardly so I couldn’t see his cock. I wanted to see it for some reason, mostly because I couldn’t believe my eyes.
“What shall I do, Cassie?”
“Let me see the problem.”
“Fucking seriously?”
“I don’t see any other option, do you?”
I kneeled, shuffling forward, forcing my Dad to turn. I was instantly aroused by the heavy smell and an enormous drop of pre-cum waiting to fall from the wrinkled tip of his foreskin. My father’s cock twitched, and I saw it grow in front of my eyes, swelling until almost hard.
My father’s cock was fucking massive, gnarly like a tree branch, with bulging blue veins striating the length of a growing shaft.
I was mesmerized because my Dad’s cock was the biggest, most beautiful, and arousing I’d ever seen.
As a homecoming queen, cheerleader, and barely legal beauty, I frequently enjoyed opportunistic moments with guys I dated, wanking them, sometimes sucking them off. I never fucked, though, because I wasn’t taking birth control, although, as I eyed my father’s enormous cock with immense desire, I wished I was.
“That’s a very big cock, Daddy.”
“Please don’t tease me, Cassie.”
“I’m not, but I have bad news. Unless this hard-on subsides, the skin trapped in your zipper won’t come unstuck.”
“Oh fuck!”
“Can you think of something distasteful, perhaps?”
“With your face inches away… unlikely.”
“I need to head off to college, Dad. I don’t have time to mess around. Maybe I can cut the fabric.”
“No fucking blades!”
“I can’t help then. If I leave, maybe your cock gets soft, and the problem is solved.”
“Don’t open the front garage door - the whole fucking neighborhood will see my disgrace.”
My father had a point, and I fully intended to help, but I wasn’t sure how to suggest my idea. My panties warmed, and my swelling pussy lips felt moist, not great when I hadn’t even reached my first class.
“Daddy… we’ll have to make your erection go away.”
“We?”
“I was all in the moment I saw your cock, Dad. I’ll suck you off and swallow your semen if you return the favor with some experienced tongue on my pussy after school.”
“Oh god!”
He closed his eyes, nostrils flaring like a dragon’s, body trembling - my father wasn’t fooling me. I pursed my lips, stared at Dad’s fully erect cock, and all I could think of was it sliding deep inside my pussy, stretching my virgin hole before squirting cum and painting my cervix with his love.
“Do we have a deal, Daddy?”
“Umm… oh fuck! Okay.”
I stroked his cock gently, amazed by how solid it was. A gentle pulse vibrated into my hand, and my pussy pleaded with every fiber for me to fuck the man who raised me. I noticed my father’s phone on the floor where he’d dropped it.
“Fuck! That’s my photograph.”
“Yeah. Oh god, Cassie - I’m sorry.”
“Apology accepted. Bring the phone later when you lick my pussy and take as many snaps as you want.”
I peeled back his foreskin, enjoying the musky hit that flared both my nostrils. More sticky pre-cum leaked from the tiny slit atop his smooth, glistening glans, adding to the creamy mess I was about to devour.
I flattened my tongue and licked from the pillowed edge of his cock head where the foreskin held fast, up to the slit, continually leaking more nectar. A salty explosion seared my mouth, spreading his pre-orgasm down my throat, coating my tonsils as I gulped, choking slightly on primal fumes.
I sucked my Dad’s cock, taking the top couple of inches, clenching my lips tightly around the head while wanking the base of his shaft. I shivered, in passion, my hormones driving me, begging me to fuck my Dad.
But this was about my father and his condition, painful and embarrassing. I needed to empty his load quickly, thereby covering his shame. There would be plenty of time to negotiate his role as my fuck buddy while he licked my pussy later.
“I’m going to cancel classes tomorrow morning, Dad.”
“Why?”
“I need to get a birth control prescription.”
“Whoa… hold on a minute, Cassie.”
“No, Dad… if I’m sucking your cock and you are going down on me, I want you to fuck me first.”
I held a finger to his lips, preventing any further protests. I bobbed my face into his lap, driving my lips down his immense cock, almost dislocating my jaw. In return, I swallowed a heavy wad of pre-cum, getting more when I added a tight, rapid rotation to my fist that pumped the mid-section of his cock.
Dad lost any will to resist and gripped my head between both palms. I enjoyed a slight but not excessive forward thrust of his hips when my father rammed his cock almost into my windpipe.
I sucked my father’s cock for ten minutes, using a well-timed pace, giving plenty of tongue while conveying all the love I felt for him. During that time, I became his special little girl all over again, kissing his pubic bush while his cock choked me.
When Dad shot his load inside my mouth, it sprayed like a fire hose, and he moaned loudly. I sucked and swallowed, carried away on a hedonistic cloud, wanking him using short, sharp jerks. My panties failed miserably to contain a sticky flood of lady cream, soaking the gusset before tiny beads escaped, becoming rivulets running down my thighs.
When Dad finished creaming the back of my throat, I whipped down his zipper, tucked his cock back inside, and zipped him up again. It was as though nothing had ever happened, and we returned to a typical father-daughter relationship.
But we hadn’t, and my Dad knew that.
“Anytime you need more sex, Dad, message me, and I’ll help out. Tonight you’ll lick my pussy, but I want to be fucked regularly as well.”
“What about your Mom?”
“I doubt she’ll join in, but you can ask.”
“Oh fuck, no way, Cassie!”
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KATE this was amazing also 😍 👏 ❤️.
KATE I agree with Chester . My question to you is is this where you came up with school for eayword girls or steo daughter slut school. I just read when she had her hymen taken its fantastic also 😍 👌 👏. You realy are one amazing author ❤️ 💙 😍. Keep up the great work Thank you.