NATASHA’S NEW DADDY PT1: The First Day

NATASHA’S NEW DADDY PT1: The First Day

(Author’s note: This is a stand alone story that also works as “The Mommy Kink: Part 3”. 

However, those stories are in no way necessary to understand this one).

Lots of people would say that I look kind of like my Mom, and trust me, that’s a compliment! We 

both have huge breasts, great butts, and the ability to knock most men down with a well timed 

wink. The biggest difference between us, besides our age obviously, is our style. My Mom is a 

goddess! She’s graceful, elegant, and well spoken. Her dresses are all beautiful, her hair is like 

waves of shimmering silk, and her eyes are so stunning they could, and probably have, caused 

traffic accidents. 

I, on the other hand…

I couldn’t rebel against my Mom. Frankly, she’s fucking hot, even to me. So I ended up rebelling 

against her look. Mom wears a lovely summer dress? You’ll catch me in a mini skirt and a torn 

up t-shirt. Mom has skin like polished marble? Tats and piercings for me! Mom’s hair is lovely, 

colored more for highlights than anything else? Okay. Then you’ll find me with blue hair, or pink 

hair, or red hair, with some insane streak of second color blended into it. 

So even if I do have my Mom’s great looks, you can definitely tell us apart. She’ll be the one 

looking like a supermodel, and I’ll be the Naughty Gothic Schoolgirl two steps behind her. That 

said, looks and a generally rebellious attitude is as far as my teenage revolt ever got. My parents 

were 100% the couple that bought my Brother’s and I banned books, took us to controversial 

arts shows, and, when we were old enough, they even clued us into their very kinky, and very 

exciting lifestyle. 

It turned out that they had been swingers and generally kinky motherfuckers the entire time we 

were growing up, and they, some-fucking-how, kept that from us like a couple of master spies! 

Seriously, we had no idea! But, when my twin Brother and I were the first to find out (we were the 

oldest), we both, IMMEDIATELY had the same question. “Can we come to one of the sex 

parties!?!” No joke, we said it in unison and everything. 

Crazy as it may sound, they said yes! So, for the whole time I was 18, I was getting a weekly 

crash course in all things sex. Of course, I was pretty nervous around dozens of people and 

couples who had lived in “the lifestyle” for as long as they had. But, after a year of watching, I 

finally got brave enough to start playing by the time I was 19. So, now, at only 20, I’m pretty much 

at the point where, unless someone is running in the same circles as me, I probably know more 

about sex at 20 than most people will in their entire life. 

As for my parents…

I learned by the end of the first year that MY Mom, was THE Mom. Like, that was kind of her jam 

within the fetish community. She was super into Mom/Son role-plays. So, after I started “playing” 

and engaging at these events, I finally worked up the courage to ask her if her tastes also ran to 

Mother/Daughter role-plays. One very heavy, very intense, very sexually charged conversation 

later (seriously, we were up until sunrise with that one), Mom knew my kinks well enough to RP 

them, and I was 100% game! 

Even now though, years later, I never played with her publicly, or watched her play at parties or 

events. We just kind of did our own thing when we were in groups. That said, once Mom or I got 

home and, “the boys”, as she put it, went to bed, she was all mine. Or rather, I was all hers… 

I mean, she was my Mom! I literally couldn’t even imagine playing the dominant with her! With 

anyone else, I switched pretty easily back and forth, but when Mom and I arranged a play date 

together, you could bet that there would be strap-on involved, and I wasn’t going to be the one 

wearing it. 

In fact, just the other day, she came back home after a really late 4th of July weekend party, and, 

I don’t know what (or who) got into her, but she was a savage! In a good way… 

She had me crawl to her, and lick at her as I was made to guess, who that I might know, that I 

was tasting. Then, before she even gave me the satisfaction of an answer, she had me over her 

knee, and was spanking me for being the naughty girl that I so love to be! Then, before the sting 

and redness had even had a few minutes to breath, she’d already bent me over the nearest 

piece of furniture, and had a strap-on almost as big as my boyfriend’s dick (the man is part giant, 

I swear) buried inside of me!

I went from moaning, and calling out different ways that I’d been a bad girl since last we played, 

to drooling and screaming with my eyes half rolled back into my head. Mom licked, pinched, 

slapped, rubbed, and fucked me through more than a half dozen orgasms, and when I could 

barely speak from how fuck-drunk she had me, she grabbed my ponytail and made me scream 

out, “Harder Mommy!”. 

So, yeah. A good time. ;)

I’d made a point to find out what had happened at the 4th of July party that had gotten her so riled 

up, if for no other reason than so I could make damn sure that it happened again! But the very 

next day my boyfriend, Chad, proposed to me, and became my Fiance!

Now, it’s worth mentioning that Chad knew what he was getting into. I was VERY polyamorous, 

and I wasn’t about to change that for anyone. He was my main squeeze, but, in case you 

couldn’t tell from the “Mother Daughter time” that I got up to, he was not my only squeeze. Still, 

he’d been to events with me, and we had some rules that he and I had both had no trouble 

following since we came up with them.

Basically, we could sleep with anyone as long as we had permission from one another. Like, I 

wasn’t about to sleep his best friend and ruin their friendship, and he wasn’t about to have sex 

with anyone I didn’t approve of either. Insanely, he had been happy with just me! I mean, I’m 

pretty good and all, but I’d offered to let him “spend some time” with some of my gal pals from 

the fetish (fet) community, and he’d always replied that I was enough. 

Now, that said, I’d seen how much Chad enjoyed watching me with other men, and the only thing 

he seemed to like as much as that, was when I described to him whatever Mom and I happened 

to have gotten up to. So, I was pretty sure that either I was his fetish, exclusively; or it was a mix 

of me, and my Mom. Which, honestly, not gonna blame the guy. Like, join the club!

So, it seemed like things were going great. Mom was in a great mood and taking it out on me, 

yum! My boyfriend of almost two years had proposed, and we had a pretty great thing going. 

But, of course it couldn’t be that simple. You see, it was really important to Chad that we get his 

parents approval. So, the very next day we went to visit his Mom, and… she hated me. Like, on 

sight. She took one look at me getting out of the car and her face went from smiling to this 

horrible, twisted look of disgust.

The entire time we were visiting her, she never shut up about my appearance, and how I was 

clearly a slut, clearly no good, and oh yeah, she through in that I must be dumb. I mean, 

obviously, if someone dresses differently from you, it must be because they are stupid, right? 

I was pissed. But, there wasn’t much I could do about it. Chad was really upset about the whole 

thing, and we were supposed to meet his Dad two days after that, but he was already thinking 

about calling that visit off. 

So, I got to thinking…

It started with me asking, very innocently of course, if his Dad’s approval would be enough for 

him. And, thankfully, it would be. Part of Chad’s fear was not having a home to go back to if 

things went bad for us financially. I didn’t try to point out that my parents had us covered. Chad 

was sweet, and loyal, and hung like a fucking horse; but he wasn’t going to win any awards for 

his intellect. He was a bit simple, but again, I loved the big lug, and it wasn’t like he didn’t already 

know that his Valedictorian girlfriend was smarter than the guy who only graduated highschool 

because he played football REALLY well. 

So, I let it slide. This was bothering him, and that was enough for me. But…

I asked him how much it mattered to him, and when he tried to look me in the eye to give me a 

very serious answer, I waggled my eyebrows at him and gave him a playful look that had him 

adjusting his pants. He took a second to try to answer again, and I began to crawl towards his 

side of the couch, hands and knees, with my cut up t-shirt dropping more than low enough to 

reveal that I was, of course, bra-less. 

“How badly do you want your Dad to like your girlfriend?” I purred at him. He started to ask what I 

meant, and, knowing my guy, I cut straight to the chase. I loved playing games, but with Chad, if 

you played them too long, he got confused and it stopped being fun. So, as he started to tell me 

that he didn’t understand, I cut him off with; “I mean sucking a man’s cock will convince him to go 

along with almost anything.”

At first he seemed to think that I was playing. After all, he liked to watch. But as I looked into his 

eyes and batted my lashes prettily, it sunk in that I wasn’t kidding. He started to ask me to 

explain, but again, once I knew he was ready to hear more, I jumped right in. It was just how we 

talked. 

So, I explained. I told him that he liked to share. That I liked to play, and that we both, obviously, 

had fun with various incest fantasies. So… What if we went to visit my soon to be Father-in-law, 

and I, well, asked him how HE felt about playing Daddy to his Son’s girlfriend. 

Chad obviously thought the idea was hot, but he was struggling with it too. I mean, in fairness, it 

was a lot. And the potential for it to backfire couldn’t have been higher. But, I secretly loved the 

idea of using the very thing his Mom was using as an excuse to say no, my looks, as a means of 

making his Dad say yes. 

So, we talked it over for a bit, and decided that Chad would go to his Dad’s place a day early, and 

while he was there, he would try to explain our arrangement to his old man. Then, as his Dad’s 

predictable doubts began to creep in, my loving Fiance would begin to plant breadcrumbs about 

how it wasn’t exactly a bad thing to have a hot, big titted, successful, smart, and slutty Wife. He’d 

tell him about the things that we’d done, and about how open our marriage was going to be. 

Then, of course, he’d warn his Dad that I was super into incest role-play, and that I might try 

flirting with him. But… the icing on the cake would be when he told El Pappa, that if that 

happened, he wanted him to know that it was just part of how we were as a couple, and that he 

should feel totally comfortable flirting right back. 

And so, that was exactly what Chad did. 

I was wearing Chad’s ring from the moment he offered it to me, but, privately, he and I had 

acknowledged how much his parents' approval meant to him. And while there was no part of me 

that thought that we wouldn’t get married if they both said no, for Chad’s sake, we’d both agreed 

that we were not really engaged until we got his Dad’s official approval. So, no matter what I said, 

I was careful to call Chad my boyfriend, and not my Fiance in the days leading up to our meeting 

with his Dad. Then, the big day finally came. 

Chad called me as I was on my way over (it was a long drive), and let me know that it went even 

better than we’d hoped. That his Dad, Mr. Lewis, had skipped over having reservations and went 

straight to showing interest, and then downright fascination in how hot his Son and Girlfriend’s 

sex life was. He’d asked a TON of questions about what I was into, and what stuff Chad had 

watched me do. Apparently, this was going to be a pretty easy sell…

When I got out of the car to introduce myself, (Chad, sweetie that he is, opened the door for me), 

Mr Lewis was already tripping over his tongue before I even got him to shake his hand. Mr. Lewis 

was a life-long construction worker turned boss. He didn’t own his company, but he ran 

everything for this whole region. Still, even though he worked behind a desk now, the fact that 

he’d been labored hard for most of his life showed. He looked to be early or mid 40’s, but he 

could have been 10 years older or younger and it wouldn’t have shocked me. That was just how 

hard lives played out. His hands were rough and well worked. His muscles showed that subtle 

strength that you get from real labor instead of working out to show off. He didn’t look like some 

totally ripped weightlifter or anything, but the man from the grip of his hand, and the hardness of 

his body, he probably could have held me over his head with one hand.

All that was definitely part of why, seeing all that strength fall apart as he ran his eyes over me, 

had me feeling both lovely and confident before we even started. 

My hair color was a mix between pink and red, and I had blue, black, and white streaks in it to 

highlight the look. My top was a sexy red bikini, barely hidden under a school girl uniform that I’d 

found at a thrift store. It didn’t fit, but that was kind of the point. The skirt was a little too short, and 

if I bent over, everyone was going to see my panties. My top was much too small, and so, even 

with the bikini top underneath, my tits were still popping out to say hi. 

I threw in some wedge high heels because I like feeling tall, and apparently the outfit, plus the 

tales of my sexual escapades, were doing the trick. Because it took poor Mr. Lewis 4 tries to get 

his own name right when he introduced himself, and 3 more tries to invite us inside. 

I love tripping men up, but mostly because I take their reactions as a compliment. So when 

Chad’s Father literally tripped trying to get to the door, I was suddenly distracted by how nice his 

hedges looked, and so I “didn’t see it” when it happened. We got inside, the guys showed me 

around, and I made a point of fitting in as much bending over, leaning down, and getting too close 

as I thought I could get away with. 

After a solid hour of your basic introductions, it was time for lunch, and we all sat down at a 

surprisingly nice dining room table. It wasn’t a surprise because Mr Lewis lacked money. He was 

Chad’s boss at the construction company, and he had a dozen other guys his age who’d all 

worked their way up from basic laborers, and were now working as managers under him. No, it 

wasn’t a money thing. It was just that you rarely see a single divorce’ with a 6 person, solid oak, 

dining room table. Still, not one to waste an opportunity, I made a point of complimenting the 

table, and then bending over, placing my hands on it, and giving my big tits a few good shakes as 

I proved to them how solid the craftsmanship was. 

During lunch, I gently steered the conversation towards the naughty stuff. First, I put my hand on 

Chad’s, and told him in a very serious tone that we really needed to bite the bullet, and confess 

to his Dad about how wild our sex life got. Of course, Chad just gave a laugh and looked to his 

Dad, who quickly reassured me that “Young Chadwick” (snort), had already told him all about it, 

and he was fine with it. So, naturally, I immediately shot back with, “He told you all of it? Even the 

parts where I get off on blow jobs, tit fucks, and the feeling of hot cum on my skin?”. 

His Dad, unable to find words to reply to my oh so innocent query, just nodded and choked out 

an “uh huh”, as his face turned bright red. So, before he could cool off any, I gave a shy look 

around before asking in a near whisper, “Did he tell you about my Incest kink too? How I have a 

big fantasy about getting… wait, am I allowed to say fucked?” At that, Mr. Lewis nodded rapidly, 

seemingly so much more than just okay with hearing me lay out some naughty words. “Thanks!  

… about getting fucked by my Daddy?” 

Again, he clearly tried to talk, failed, and then went with nodding as his back-up plan. At his nod, I 

breathed a sigh of relief and ran my hand across my forehead. “Fwoo!” I exclaimed. “That's a big 

load off my chest.” Then I paused for a beat, winked at Mr Lewis, and with a flirty tone I added, 

“Or a big load on it, am I right Mr. L.?” I gave a laugh, and Chad and his Father both joined me in 

having a laugh “at my joke”. Though I didn’t need to peek under the table to know that both of 

them were sporting massive tents by that point. 

From there I asked Chad’s Dad about his work, and his hobbies, and about the stuff around the 

house that he’d obviously made himself. So that, by the time lunch was over, we’d spend about 

an hour of it letting Mr Lewis talk about all of his favorite stuff, and, mixed in here and there, Chad 

I and threw in anecdotes about some of the sexual adventures we’d gotten up to. Each time, 

making it seem like we were testing the waters of whether or not he was a “cool Dad”, but 

ending each story with something like, “Is that okay?”, or “That doesn’t freak you out, right?”. 

After lunch, we cleared the table, and went into the kitchen to clean our plates and such. As we 

did, I complained about my bra riding up oddly a few times, until Chad got the hint and suggested 

that I just take it off if it was bothering me so much. So, of course, I started with, “Babe, you know 

me, I’d never wear a bra if I could get away with it. But I put this on special for this visit so your 

Dad wouldn’t be uncomfortable. Just because you and I are cool with it, doesn’t mean that your 

Father would be cool with me walking around the house bra-less!” But, Mr. Lewis was quick to 

correct me, and assure me that my comfort was far more important than some stuffy social 

norm. So, after double checking with him to make sure that he was certain, I turned my back to 

them both, worked my magic under the shirt, and a few seconds later I pulled my VERY large 

bra out of the bottom of my shirt. 

Then I turned to face the guys again, and gave a big sigh, remarking how much better I felt with 

that stuffy old bra off of me. I made a point of walking it out to the car, so I could give Mr Lewis 

and Chad a second to talk behind my back. You know how boys are. Then when I got back, we 

all headed into the living room so we could sit down and Mr. Lewis could, as he put it, hear about 

me from my own lips instead of second hand from his Son’s. 

For the next 30 minutes or so, I did what I imagine a lot of prospective brides would do when 

talking to their future Father-in-Law for the first time; I talked myself up. I talked about my grades, 

my scholarship, my love of Tennis, and then, towards the end of it, I started to talk about how I’d 

gotten into the fetish and swinger community once I’d graduated highschool. 

I left out the parts where my parents were involved, because other people's secrets aren’t mine 

to share. But outside of that, I was pretty detailed. I talked about how I was basically an observer 

for the whole first year, but after that I’d basically learned about all the kinks and role-plays that I 

wanted to explore. I talked about how I preferred older lovers, but then quickly corrected with, 

“Well, I mean, not OLD old. Just like, you know, about your age Mr. Lewis.” bra-less, and talking 

about how I got so good at giving head, I rolled on past that comment like I didn’t notice how he 

had to adjust the way he was sitting immediately after I said it. Then, as I came to the end of my 

little presentation, I circled back around to the incest thing. 

“So, are you sure it doesn’t bother you that I have a Daddy fetish”. He scoffed, and once again, 

played up the ‘cool Dad’ angle, telling me no, and of course not. Adding on, “Why would I be?” 

And at that, I bit my lip, and looked up at him like I was about to jump and fuck his brains out. 

Then, while I was rocking that eye contact, I clarified, “Well, because after the wedding, YOU’LL 

be my Daddy. Right?” 

He looked like he wanted to squirm his way straight through the back of the chair he was sitting 

in, and his face was even more red than it had been at dinner as he gulped, and swallowed, and 

tried for words. He looked like he was going to be flustered for a while, so I took the reins back, 

and kept it going. “And, well, you know that Chad and I,” and I reached out for Chad’s hand, and 

had him sit beside me once he’d taken it. Then, looking at Chad, I continued with, “Chad and I 

have a very open relationship. I let him play with girls that I approve of, and he lets me play with 

guys that he approves of. And while we are both very much in love, and very loyal within our 

rules, we DO play by our rules. So, well,” and then I went from looking at Chad, to looking back at 

Mr. Lewis as I said, “I guess what I’d like to start with is… Would it be okay if I started calling you 

Daddy? Since I’ll be a part of the family soon?” 

It took him a few minutes to gather himself up, and stop himself from tripping over how suddenly 

hot it was in his house. But this time I let him take all the time he needed to regain the ability to 

speak. But only just. Because as soon as he started to reply with, “Well, I mean, wouldn’t that be 

kind of-”.

“Sexual”. I interrupted. Then, “Yes. Yes it would be. But,” and I looked at Chad like I was 

requesting permission for some sudden and impulsive thing as I said, “...if Chad is okay with 

it…” And Chad, realizing I was prompting him again, played along, adopted a thoughtful 

expression, and then gave me a little nod of approval.

In reply to his nod, I made a little happy squeeing noise, and looked back to Mr. Lewis. “Well, with 

Chad’s approval, I’d really like to ask if you if, maybe, you’d be okay with accepting me as your 

Daughter in more ways than one…”

He seemed confused, and flustered, and, well, eager. But once again, he couldn’t seem to ask 

what he wanted to, so as soon as I figured out where he was going, I met him halfway. “I know 

what you must be thinking,” I said, shaking my head in acknowledgement of how crazy the whole 

situation was. “What would that even mean, right? But, basically, it would mean that, with your 

blessing, I will walk down the aisle, marry your Son, and become a member of your family. And I 

want that, VERY much! I will be a good Wife to your Son, and a good Daughter to you sir. But… 

if you are okay with it, and with Chad’s permission of course.” I looked to him again, and, quick to 

catch on this time, he gave me another nod of approval. After which, I looked back to Mr. Lewis 

and said, “Then, when we were in private. Just the three of us I mean, well then, maybe you 

could be one of my play partners.”

I walked up to him as I was talking. I’d almost mastered that swaying hips walk that my Mom did 

so perfectly, and according to Mr. Lewis’s face, I was pretty damn good at it myself. When I was 

practically on top of him, I leaned down over him, and grabbed the top of his chair so that my big 

tits shook bra-lessly in the low cut school uniform top, right in his face. Then, not waiting to see if 

he could find the willpower to look up into my face, I told him, “You know I have that Daddy 

fantasy that I REALLY want to role-play. And wouldn’t it be just the coolest if the person I ended 

up letting play that role, kind of was? I mean, my REAL, actual, Daddy?”

He looked up at me then, and I was quick to pull away and walk back to Chad like I’d been 

rejected. “I understand of course if the answer is no. Or if you just need time to think about it. I 

mean, I’m barely 20, and since Chad and I are the same age, I can see how it might be too real 

to ‘pretend’ I’m your Daughter. I didn’t mean to offend you or anything-”

He cut me off then, insisting that he wasn’t offended or anything, that he was just caught off 

guard. He stammered out a few excuses for his delay, but then, instead of saying yes or no, he 

instead looked at Chad, and with almost pleading eyes, he asked him if he would really be okay 

with that. Chad, for his part, earned himself some serious brownie points when he answered 

with, “I mean, she’s going to be my Wife, so, whatever makes her happy is good for me; and this 

would make her happy. So, yeah, I’m good with it as long as the people we play with are.” 

Then his Dad gestured back and forth between himself and his Son and asked, “And would we 

have to… anything…”.

That one I answered. “The only thing that you two would be doing together… is me.” And I 

pointed to myself as I said it. And honestly, based on Mr. Lewis’s reaction, that appeared to have 

eased more than half of his concerns… Old people are weird. 

He seemed to be circling back to his “how would this work” questions, so I decided to advance 

things right then and there. While his brain was still reeling, I got back up off of the couch, and 

walked up to him again. Then, standing right in front of him, I dropped the innocent act, and 

asked him a serious and deeply sexual tone, “May I call you Daddy when it’s just the three of 

us?” 

After a moment, he said yes, and as soon as he Did, I followed up with, “May I sit in your lap 

Daddy? In a naughty way?” He nodded, and after glancing around me at his Son for apparent 

permission again, he said yes. When he did, I reached up and undid two of the three buttons that 

were keeping my top from falling open. Then I straddled him, making sure to gently grind, and rub 

against in very pleasing ways as I “adjusted”, and “tried to get comfortable”. He was moaning, 

and squirming, and I pretended not to notice. 

“Daddy, the hardest part for people who are new to role-play, is the part where role-play doesn't 

make sense. Because, in your head, you know that your Son is my boyfriend, and we don’t want 

you to pretend that this isn’t the case, because that is actually part of the fun. So you’ll be 

pretending that I’m your real Daughter, while also acknowledging that I’m Chad’s girl, and that 

anything we do in front of him is almost as taboo as us pretending that I’m your Daughter. Do you 

think that you can do all that?” He thought about that one, and for the first time it seemed like real 

thought and not just him needing a moment to push through the fog of lust. But after a few 

moments, he nodded like he was making a real decision, and he assured me that he was pretty 

sure that he could. 

Then I climbed off of him, and he grunted and groaned as I did. He seemed both relieved and 

disappointed, but the second part fell away as I pushed my panties down to my ankles and 

stepped out of them. 

“Mr. Lewis, if we are going to do this, then I want you to know that the role-play part is really 

important to me. So I’m dead serious when I say that you’ll be Mr. Lewis in public, but that if we 

get together in private, and we decide to, you know, do anything together…” And I raised my 

eyebrows at him and waited for him to nod and acknowledge that he was following along. As 

soon as he did, I threw my panties back towards Chad, who deftly caught them and put them in 

my overnight bag without needing to be asked to. Then I continued, “Then, when we are in 

private, I’ll call you Daddy, and I would like you to refer to me as if I was, and always have been, 

your Daughter. So, actually saying those words when you can, but mostly you’ll just use little 

terms of endearment like, my little girl, or sweetie. Could you do that for me please?” 

Chad’s Father nodded, then said yes. After a second, I pouted, and he quickly corrected himself 

with, “Yes sweetie. I can definitely do that… Honey!”. 

And as far as I was concerned. That was that. No more games. It was time to see just how far 

we could take this thing. So I took a deep breath, looked over my shoulder at Chad one last time 

for strength and reassurance, and then I sauntered up to Mr. Lewis again. There, I crawled into 

his lap again, careful to rub, and grind all the right places, and all the right ways as I positioned 

myself in his huge fucking lazy-boy style chair, with my knees on either side of his legs. 

Seriously, I was straddling him, and there was still room for his legs to part a little, that damn 

chair was deceptively large!

Then, once I’d straddled him, I changed my tone again. I didn’t want to be the powerful dominatrix 

making the men dance to her tune. I wanted something else. So I went back to my more teasing 

and naive, “naughty daughter”, tone of voice, and said, “Daddy… I know my boyfriend is right 

over there on the couch, and it would be wrong and all. But I’m just,” and I huffed petulantly. “I’m 

SO horny right now.. Would it be okay if I maybe, I don’t know,” I teased, playing with the buttons 

of his shirt. “... secretly took your cock out, and maybe played with it some?” 

Then I leaned forward, and breathily pleaded into his ear, “Pleeeeeease Daddy?”. 

He glanced past me to Chad again, no doubt struggling to believe that this was allowed. But 

then, like a pro, he answered with, “Of course sweetie. You go right ahead.”

So I slipped my hand down in between us, and I pretended to glance quickly behind me, as if 

checking to make sure that Chad couldn’t tell what was happening. A second later Mr. Lewis 

moaned much too loudly as my finger deftly undid his pants and slipped into his boxers. The 

moment I gripped that hard, throbbing, Daddy dick, he cried out like he was going to have an 

orgasm.

Thankfully, that wasn’t the case, and he quickly lowered his voice. 

He looked like he wanted to be embarrassed for what he did, but I was already hot and into it, 

and definitely didn’t have time for that shit. So I quickly moaned out, “Kiss me Daddy!”, and 

before he had time to reply my lips were on his. There was the briefest moment of resistance, 

and then he relaxed, and let my tongue into his mouth. I moaned again, this time straight into his 

mouth. It was honest, and passionate. This was a legit fantasy of mine, and it was actually 

happening! We made out for a few minutes, and as we did I kept my grip on his cock and gently 

moved up and down in his lap, stroking him as I did. 

When I couldn’t take the teasing any more, I broke our kiss and, practically panting with lust, I asked 

him if he liked the way my mouth felt. He was a little drunk on lust, but he managed a head 

shake for a yes. When he did, I practically pleaded for him to, “Tell me you want to feel your dick 

in it! Please Daddy! Tell me you want your Daughter to suck your cock!” My voice was thick with 

need, and Mr. Lewis seemed to like that just as much as his Son did. At first he just nodded 

again, but when I didn’t move from what I was doing, he added, “Yes. Yes I want to… I want to 

feel your, my Daughter’s mouth. I want you to suck Daddy’s cock sweetie!”. 

Good god but he was getting the hang of this fast!

When my boyfriend and I had first talked about this, we’d talked about a slow progression. I was 

going to pretend that we were hiding what we were doing from him at first, and really get his Dad 

into the game. But I just couldn’t fucking slow down! I was so needy, and so much faster than I’d 

been expecting to be. I slid off of him and hit my knees. Before I could stop myself I’d quickly 

finished unfastening his pants, and I’d yanked them, along with his boxers, down to his ankles 

before stripping them off of him and tossing them to the side. I was about to go to town on that 

lovely cock of his when I spotted a blanket beside the chair and realized I could still salvage a 

little of the game. 

I grabbed the blanket, wrapped it around my shoulders like a cloak, and then I pulled it up over 

my head as if it had a hood. Then, I glanced up at Mr Lewis, put one finger to my lips and gave a 

whispered, “Shhhhhhhh”. Before darting my eyes back towards where Chad was sitting. At first, 

Mr. L. seemed to struggle with the RP for a second, but like I said before, he was proving a quick 

study. After a second, he gave a little nod and played along. 

So I scooted forward, pulled the blanket all the way over my head and placed it in his hands so 

he could settle it on his lap, and once he’d “hidden me” so that no one could see where I was or 

what I was doing (Shut up. I’ll play the games that I like and you play the games that you like), I 

happily rewarded him for playing along. 

As soon as he covered himself, I went to work. He sat back, relaxed for exactly half a second, 

and then my warm, absolutely salivating mouth swallowed up his nice big Daddy dick with a 

moan. I let myself get lost in it. I could do what my Mom does, and drag a blowjob out for 2 hours 

of torturous pleasure, but I was feeling much too slutty for that. I didn’t want it to be over yet, but I 

also didn’t want to play innocent anymore. So Mr Lewis bit down on his hand and moaned 

through his teeth as his little girl bobbed, slurped, and stroked his cock in ways that would have 

left a professional Whore slack jawed and taking notes. 

My warm spit was running down his cock in cascades and coating his balls as I drooled, and 

slurped, and stroked him off with full, and skillful lips. 

Poor Mr. L. was squirming and moaning, and absolutely out of control with pleasure in that big ol’ 

chair. But I still didn’t think to slow down until he warned me that he was getting close! Only then did I 

realize that I was on the brink of ending all of our fun, and poor Chad, who loved nothing 

more than to watch me, as he put it, “Whore it up”, hadn’t seen shit yet. So now it was my turn to 

gulp, and catch my breath, and try to think again. 

After a minute of just panting, trying to get my bearings, and holding his dick in my hand, Chad’s 

Father bucked his hips, his body anxious for more, even if the man himself was trying to make it 

last. 

Then I remembered that Chad and I had done the blanket game once before, and that time we’d 

had a signal. I hoped he remembered it as declared in a nice loud voice, “God I can’t get enough 

of this dick!” I waited. I waited for what felt like forever, but was probably less than a minute. But, 

thankfully, Chad got where I was going, and then I heard his loud footsteps coming towards us. 

Chad pulled the blanket off his Dad and I, and when he did, I gave a little gasp of surprise. 

Now, honestly, I’d screwed up. We’d been trying to avoid RP like this for his Dad’s first time, but I 

needed a second, the bright light of the living room, and some fresh air to clear my head. So I 

pretended to be chastised as Chad asked me what I thought I was doing. I knew that we couldn’t 

get away with even pretend anger in front of a newbie for very long, so I decided to go with my 

boyfriend’s favorite thing… I Whored it up. 

“I’m so sorry baby”, I said. But as I said it I moaned, and ran his Father’s cock along my cheek. 

“But I was so horny, and Daddy’s dick looked SO good, and, you know how I get around big 

cocks…”

Chad put his hands on his hips, but gave his Dad a reassuring wink to let him know that this was 

still all just a game. 

Now, again, this was not the plan. But I’d fucked the plan up a little by losing control. Originally I 

was going to make a public show of sucking his Dad off, and since we knew his Dad wouldn’t 

know what words and phrases got us both off, I was going to be very verbal about it. That way 

my new Daddy would pick it up from watching me, and I was pretty sure he’d be able to take it 

from there. But now? Now we were just improvising. 

“And what are you going to do now?” Chad asked me sternly. “I…” I was pouting, and giving little 

kisses to Mr. Lewis’s dick like I just couldn’t get enough of it, and, that took very little acting on my 

part. I made a few petulant noises, obviously struggling to pull myself away from the lap I was 

resting on. But, then my face lit up, and with a wicked gleam in my eye that I allowed both men to 

see, I told Chad, “I’ll make it up to you sweetie. That’s what I’ll do. How about I switch to sucking 

your cock, and really make you feel how much I love my man?” 

Chad agreed, and in no time was naked from the waste down. I stood up, pretended to look 

around for a spot to sit, and then I shot Mr. L. a conspiratorial wink before asking sweetly, “Hey 

Daddy… Is it okay if I sit HERE for a minute?”, and when I said it, I gestured to the chair he was 

sitting in. I could tell from his face that he was a little worried about where this was going, but that 

concern melted into bliss a few moments later. 

First, I told Chad to come on over so his girlfriend could give him a nice sloppy blowjob. Then, as 

he started to move into position, I squatted over Daddy, reached between my legs to grab his 

cock with my right hand, and with my left, I held a finger up to my lips once more and gave 

another secretive “Shhhhhh”. Then I moved my left hand down to my pussy, and spread my 

glistening pussy lips open nice and wide so Chad’s Father would know exactly where his dick 

was going while I was “sitting in his chair”.  

He started to say something, probably about wearing a condom. But his words went away and didn’t 

come back when the head of his cock bumped into that first nudging resistance of a tight, 

hot cunt… and then pushed past it. 

Mr. Lewis cried out. I went from a loud moan, to a loud scream, and ended it in a harshly yelled 

“FUCK!” And Chad, pro that he was, played along. He gave me a second for my head to stop 

swimming with orgasmic fucking bliss as my new Daddy sank his cock balls deep inside of me! 

Then he said, “What is it Tasha?” And, after I gulped down the next few moans, I answered, 

“Nothing honey. It’s just… You know how worked up I get at the thought of wrapping my lips 

around a nice big cock… I’m just so excited for this…” 

Now, normally, all my dialogue would be directed at Chad, but this time around, I really want to go 

deeper with our new role play. So, as Chad stepped up and I did my best to wrap my hand 

around his monster of a cock, I turned my face to Mr. Lewis instead. 

“Daddy, I’m so sorry about this. I know this must be hard to see. But the truth is, your Daughter is 

a bit of a Whore.” Then, to emphasize my point, I gave the first lift of my hips, and forced us both 

to moan in ecstasy as I eased them back down and we both felt his cock stretching my tight little 

cunt open from the inside.  Then, panting for breath again, I asked, “Is that okay Daddy? Is it okay 

if I’m a little bit of a Whore sometimes?” 

He answered with a nod, lost for words again. And I couldn’t blame him, it was getting pretty 

damn hard for me to articulate too. Then Chad grabbed my head, turned it back towards him 

(facing Daddy sideways), and pushed his cock into my mouth, and down my throat. And that 

was that, for the next 6 minutes, I was Chad’s again. I sat in Daddy’s lap, and I squirmed, and I 

moaned, and I wiggled. But we couldn’t fuck with Chad taking all of my attention. Still, if Chad 

wanted my full attention, then he was going to get it!

I took the opportunity to show off, and I gave Chad the blowjob that all men think they want, but 

none of them can last through. I bobbed, and sucked, and slurped, and stroked. I used both 

hands in twisting stroking motions as I made his cock and balls, swimming pool wet with my 

drool. I looked up into his eyes and let him see how fucking bad I wanted it as I gobbled him up 

like he was everything I’d ever needed in life. Chad usually had amazing stamina, but after 5 

minutes, he was already showing all the signs of being about to pop. 

“A little bit of a Whore?” He said, his words an obvious accusation. 

But I loved it. So I did my best to rise to the challenge. I took him out of my mouth, and went from 

rapidly bringing him to orgasm to slowly stroking him. Then I looked over at Daddy and said, “No. 

That was a lie Daddy, I’m sorry. I’m a BIG Whore. I’m a dirty, cock hungry, can’t get enough 

Whore! The truth is, if Chad brought 10 friends over, and asked me if I would let them gangbang 

me while you watched, I’d fucking do it!” Then, with a mix of drool and precum running down my 

chin, I asked, “Is that still okay Daddy?” 

He was nodding so rapidly I thought he was going to hurt himself. But he’d been half-right about 

the condom earlier, so I took the opportunity to solve that problem while also escalating things 

even further. 

We were all getting way too worked up, and I was definitely losing control of my volume as my 

moans and dialogue were basically quiet screams at this point. Still, in a move that was almost 

agonizing, I managed to stand up and make Daddy’s cock slip out of me in the process. Then I 

asked him, “Can I go further Daddy? Please? Can I PLEASE show you what a good little slut I 

can be?” 

He seemed like he was desperate to be back inside me, but he managed to tell me “Yes”, loudly 

and emphatically. So I crawled back into his chair. I ripped my top open, freeing my massive tits. 

Then I leaned over him, pushing his face into my cleavage a moment before Chad grabbed me 

by the pigtails and pulled so hard that he forced a loud, throaty moan from my lips. With his grip 

on my hair, he lifted me up off his Father just long enough for him to get a nice, close view of me 

screaming in pleasure from my hair being pulled. Then Daddy’s face was buried in my Tits 

again, as my boyfriend hiked up my skirt, and shoved that giant cock of his inside of me. 

Chad started slamming me from behind, and I mean fucking SLAMMING me! No pretense. I’d 

already taken him to the edge, and he wasn’t going to last more than a minute, so he was going 

out with a bang. He railed me, and my big tits rocked into poor Mr. Lewis as I tried to say things 

like, “Oh God Daddy, he’s fucking me! He’s fucking your little girl right on top of you!”, in between 

uncontrolled moans, and harshly screamed obscenities. In less than a minute though, Chad was 

yelling that he was going to nut, and I rocked Mr. L.’s fucking world with one of my favorite lines 

as I said, “Wait! Daddy!? Are you and Chad wearing condoms!!??”

That was immediately followed by me screaming that he was cumming in me, as Chad lost his shit, 

and devolved into primal roars as he blasted hot cum deep up into me, over and over again. 

When Chad had finally finished, he did what he always did, and quickly made room for the next 

guy. When he did, I slid down off of Chad’s Father, as well as the chair we’d all be sharing for a 

minute there. I ended up on the floor, out of breath, and giggling with punch drunk pleasure, as 

my open top hung to the sides and gave Mr. Lewis a killer view of the killer tits that he’d yet to 

play with. 

After a minute of watching Daddy stare at me and play with himself, I noticed that Chad had 

made his way to behind where his Dad was sitting so he could take in the sight of me too. 

Nothing like feeling appreciated. 

“So Daddy,” I started. “Is it official yet? Do Chad and I have your blessing to get married?” 

And honestly, I was so much happier, and so much more emotional at his answer than I’d been 

expecting. Chad’s Father WENT OFF. He started with “Oh my fucking God yes!” But then he 

kept going. He said that he would have been honored to have a daughter like me, and how I was 

so smart and funny, and such a good match for Chadwick (snort). But then he also said that this 

was the most incredible day of his life, and that he’d never wanted a Daughter, or for someone to 

be a part of the family SO Badly, as he wanted it for me. 

I was smiling from ear to ear with joy, as I held up that left hand again. I showed off the ring to 

Chad, and his Father once again, as I gushed joyfully, “It’s official baby! I’m your Fiance!” Chad 

and I shared a genuine moment. But we were all still mostly naked, and only one of us hadn’t 

cum yet. So, like a good Daughter, I helped him out. 

“Hey Daddy,” I cooed teasingly. “Wanna know something kind of cool?” 

I don’t think he expected the tone shift from just a few minutes prior, and his confused, “What 

honey?” was almost Comical. But I was pretty sure that I brought him right back to where he 

wanted to be when I answered him with, “If you stand up right now, and stroke that big dick for 

me… You’ll have the rare opportunity to bust your nut all over your Daughter’s face… AND, you’ll 

be cumming all over the face of another man’s Fiance… AND…, you’ll also be shooting your hot 

cum all over your Son’s hot young girlfriend too!”

He muttered the phrase, “Oh Fuck!”, and then he was standing over me and stroking it nice and 

hard within moments. I pushed my massive tits together and gave him another target to aim for, 

and, much to my delight, he swore again and started stroking even faster. 

Then I let my tits go, and told him, “Actually, I think we should save that for later. This is your first 

load of the day, and that makes it your biggest. And trust me, if all the of guys that I’ve let treat me 

like a Whore over the years were telling the truth, you are going to want to see this,” I used my 

left hand to grab my own cheeks as I said, “Pretty, young, face”... get slathered in a huge load of 

my own Daddy’s hot cum.

That was the last straw, and Mr. L. announced to the world that he was about to pop. So I looked 

past him for just a second, and with a quick wink to my man, I told him, “Hey baby. Better get 

your phone camera out. Because your Dad’s about to-”

Then I let out a cry of surprise that immediately turned into a series of moans, as Daddy blew a 

nice big load all over my face. And, as the first few globs of still hot cum began to drip off of my cheeks 

 and splash messily down onto my big tits, I heard Chad taking the first photos of me that 

had existed since I officially became his bride-to-be!

I kneeled there for a while as Mr. L. fell back into his chair, having spent his load and his energy. 

We were all still breathing heavily, and Chad was still taking pictures of me wearing a big load of 

his Dad’s cum. After a minute or two, he thanked me for posing for him, and went to get his 

pants so he could put his phone back into them. So I took the opportunity to let both men know 

that I should probably go clean up, and once more I posed for them and gave a laugh as the obvious 

reason why continued to run down my skin in big, globby, rivers. 

I trusted Chad to handle the after care and get his Father back to normal as I grabbed my 

overnight back and slipped off to the bathroom. As soon as I got there my first step was washing 

all of the cum both off of me and out of me. Because while I honestly, genuinely, truly LOVED the 

way that cum felt on my skin when it was still hot and fresh from the source; after it cooled off 

and became a sticky mess it sort of made everything more difficult. Clothing, make-up, furniture, 

sheets… Guys can talk all day about how hot it looks but no one wants to put their hand in a big 

cold puddle of it an hour later just because we didn’t take the time to get clean before sitting on 

the couch. 

So I peed, cleaned up, shuffled my clothes into the separate “used” bag that I kept in my 

overnight bag, and hopped into the shower. The hot water felt great, but I ended up masturbating 

while I was in there simply because this was every bit as hot for me as it was for the guys. Like, 

seriously, this was a fantasy that I had been getting off to since, well, forever! And when I’d sat on 

Daddy’s cock and felt it slip into me… FUCK!!! That was seriously one of the top 10 hottest 

moments of my life, and it had ended Wayyyyy too soon! 

After my shower, I spent some time. Like, a lot of time. I knew that the guys would just chalk it up 

to “women, amiright”, so I put on my next outfit, applied some make-up, and then got out my 

phone so that they had plenty of time to talk. I wanted to make sure that they had time to bask, 

and then talk about how hot or strange it had all been. Go through that awkward 3rd stage where they 

didn’t know quite what to say, and then eventually get back to whatever their normal 

Father/Son stuff was. Sports would be my guess. I mean, Chad had a fricken athletic 

scholarship to a really prestigious school and football was so much a part of his personality that 

his “big dumb jock” persona almost kept up from hooking up initially. 

Still, after I’d played with my phone for a good long while, I was pretty sure that I could actually 

hear sports playing on the T.V., and a laughing cheer a moment later (probably from a pass or a 

goal or something), let me know it was time to pretend that I had JUST finished putting the final 

touches of my make-up on. 

I found both Men in the living room, and greeted them with the sight of me in my Farmer’s 

Daughter slut-wear. A tiny pair of ragged and cut up booty shorts that rode way too high, some 

tall cowgirl boots, and a red bikini top that covered the front of my breasts just fine while still not 

doing nearly enough to cover the rest as far as society was concerned. Side boob, under-boob, 

and a cleavage line as long as Chad’s hand were all on display as I greeted their slack jawed 

stares with a wink. Then I put on a sultry, aristocratic southern accent as I said, “Well howdy 

gentlemen”. But that was as far as I got before I laughed and ruined the bit before I could even 

get it going. 

So I dropped the fake accent, skipped over to where they were sitting and plopped down in 

between them on the couch as I asked, “What are we watching?” 

We spent the next hour watching football.

Ugh!

Someone was playing someone else, and it turned out that both guys wanted one of those two 

teams to win. I know, some girls love football; I’m just not one of them. I like PLAYING tennis, and I like 

ice skating too, but even there, I’m not big on watching someone else do it. Still, both of 

them liked it, and I liked both of them, so we sat there for a while and I managed to find my own 

fun in between tiny bouts of agreeing with the guys about some play or another, and generally 

pretending that I understood or cared about what the two football teams were doing. 

I got some of my fun from pleasing my Fiance while his Dad pretended he wasn’t watching. I 

would Rub Chad’s thigh, and then “slip” and rub him a little too high up on the leg before 

stretching up to whisper into his ear, “oops… sorry about that babe… again.”  

But I had even more fun flipping that script. I would lean forward to grab the Soda that Mr. Lewis 

had grabbed for me at some point, and after I took a drink, I would sit back and shuffle about like I 

was trying to get comfy again. Then my hand would reach out and gently cup the wrong crotch. 

After a few seconds of me caressing his balls through his clothes, Mr. Lewis would let out a moan, and 

I would pull my hand back, place it over my mouth, and say “oops!”, with as much 

faked sincerity as I could muster. Then I would lean up to HIS ear, and with a chagrined face I 

would whisper, “Sorry Daddy”, before turning to face Chad, shrugging, and admitting, “I got my 

sides confused… again.” But, of course, I needed to press one hand into Daddy’s thigh in order 

to boost myself up that high so, oops again!

Eventually the game was over, and so was the football game. The guys could have sat there for 

another couple of hours and watched other guys TALK about the football game that we’d all just 

watched, but that was where I drew the line. Football was SO not the reason for this trip! So I grabbed 

the remote, turned the T.V. off, and stood up, turning to face both men. I was of course 

greeted with “Hey!” and “Come on!”, but before they could continue, I interrupted with their complaints

by saying, “Real quick though, I kind of want to talk about fucking me.” 

Thankfully, that seemed to get their attention. 

I asked them if we could go over to the dining room again, which was one of those rooms 

separated from the living room by some understood barrier, but no actual door. We could see it 

from the living room. We headed over there so that I could see them while we talked without having to 

stand up, and I launched straight into how much I had fucking loved what we did before. 

I talked about how, a-fucking-incredible, it had felt when Daddy’s cock was inside of me, and I 

was genuinely glad to hear Mr. Lewis echo back that he had felt the same. He actually called it 

one of the best moments of his life which was just, beyond flattering! But it was also fucking hot, 

so we talked about what had happened. What we liked, and we all asked if there was anything we 

didn’t like as well. Mr. Lewis had no real complaints. Or at least, we hadn’t hit any walls or anything, but 

he had been worried for a second there that his Son was mad at him, and he didn’t 

really “get” some of the stuff that we did or why. Like me hiding under the blanket when Chad 

obviously knew where I was. 

So, Chad and I had the sex talk with his Father, but we were the teachers. Honestly, it was 

something I’d done for other people in the community before, but never like this. I mean, I knew 

Mr Lewis wasn’t a part of the scene. But at a certain point I was wondering if he’d seen the 

internet, or ever interacted with porn! Which, was strange. But it also let me explain to him what 

exactly it meant when I said that Chad and his friends had thrown me a little bukkake party earlier 

that year. So that was nice…

It was nice in other ways too. Like, despite Mr. L’s lack of knowledge in the kink department, he 

was hardly a virgin. So we’d be talking about something that we’d done in order to explain a 

concept to him, and he’d suddenly grin and say something like, “I get that. I like to give it just 

about as hard and fast as they can take it.”, suddenly I was sitting in a puddle that hadn’t been 

there a moment before. So yeah, it was a very “warm” conversation to be sure. 

We covered a lot of topics over the course of about 2-3 hours. Mostly though we talked about the 

differences between a cuck and a stag, and we also talked about how much Chad and I enjoyed 

blending exhibitionism with stealth sex. We explained that, yeah, Chad loved to see me with 

other people, and he even loved to hear about it after the fact, but that it was never about 

embarrassing him. He just really loved hearing about what a slut his girl was, and I really loved 

being that slut, and then telling him about it. We also explained that with RP, we got to have our cake 

and eat it too. Like earlier that day, when Chad could hear my slurping away as he watched 

my head bobbing up and down under the blanket; while also getting to pretend that I was doing it 

in secret, because I was just too slutty to resist. 

It took some explaining, but eventually Mr. L caught on, and we talked about some stuff like that, 

that Chad and I had done before, and even more scenarios that we wanted to try in the future. 

But, my main point, once we’d explained ourselves and secretly taught Chad’s Father what we 

were hoping for, by bringing him into our list of play partners (yes, we had to explain that too), I let them 

both know that I didn’t want this to be a one and done thing. 

So, I asked Mr. Lewis if he thought he was up to playing my Father for the whole weekend. He 

said yes, which sent me over the moon with happiness and warm, low feelings. But then had 

another talk about what that looked like. This one wasn’t as long, it was mostly just revisiting that 

Chad was still his Son, and still my Fiance, we just basically ignored any contradictions that 

created. Also, at one point he called me Tasha, and I vetoed the hell out of that. I mean, he still 

called his own Son Chadwick (snort!). So, there was no way he’d be honoring my nickname. He 

switched over to calling me Natasha, or sweetie, or any other nickname that he could think of 

that a teenager wouldn’t use, and that he thought he might call his Daughter. 

After that, I let both men know that showering after sex was a must if they wanted to do anything 

else with me after the fact, and Chad went first. He took his time, got dry, and per my request, 

changed into some comfier clothes. 

While he was gone, I asked Mr. L. to show me around the house again and let me help out with 

some chores. We played Father/Daughter the whole time, until we heard Chad come out of his 

room and yell that he was all done. When he did, I looked to his Father and told him it was his 

turn. But, just as he turned to go, I pulled him back to look me in the eyes. Then I said, “and 

remember Daddy. This whole weekend, anytime something,” and I threw up air quotes as I said, 

“Fun-”, “-happens. You need to get cleaned up after. So that, you know…” And then I lowered 

myself down to the ground until I was sitting on my heels. Then, still keeping eye contact, I ran 

my cheek up his leg, stopping when I got to his bulge. Then I turned my head to the side and 

wrapped my mouth around the obvious hardness pressing through the denim. I gave a little moan as I 

licked and sucked his shaft through his clothing, avoiding the head for now. Then I 

stopped, and looked back up at him before finishing, “-If you want to get dirty again later”. 

Then I popped up to my feet, stood on my tip-toes and planted a kiss on his forehead as I 

announced, “Have fun Daddy!” 

He made it all the way to the bathroom and closed the door before I remembered I had more to 

tell him. So I ended up shouting through the door just as I heard the shower turning on. “Oh! One 

 more thing! Chad and I are going to go to the store so he can show me around town… and we can 

pick up some stuff for dinner. So don’t sweat it when you get out of the shower and we aren’t 

here!”

After that, true to his word, Chad showed me around town for a few hours, and it was nice. 

When we got back to his Dad’s place all three of us put groceries away before I insisted on 

cooking dinner for everyone. The guys watched T.V. and talked, and when the time came I 

served dinner, and we all sat down for a movie before bed. Of course, I spent the entire night 

bending over to pick things up, my little bitty shorts riding up and giving everyone a show when I 

did. I also needed to lean forward a lot, dropping a line of cleavage that could make a grown man 

weep in front of both Men’s faces whenever possible. 

But eventually the day was over and it was time for Chad and I to head back to his room. He’d 

spent most of his very young life here at his Dad’s house, and most of his teenage years over in 

a different room at his Mom’s house. So the room was the room of a much younger man, but it was 

cute, and I found it to be mostly endearing. 

After we’d cleaned up as a family, gotten into some mischief with water splashing during our 

attempt to clean the dishes, and turned off all of the lights, I asked Chad to go on to the bedroom 

and start getting ready without me.  Then I followed Mr. L into his room, where, once I’d gotten his 

attention, I asked him if he could please do me a favor. 

“Dad… I have no doubt that today was a lot. You are probably tired, and want nothing more than 

to have some peace and quiet so you can get some sleep. But, I kind of want to ask for a huge 

favor…” 

Mr. Lewis looked a little confused. But if today had taught him anything, it was that this wasn’t 

necessarily a bad thing. So he simply encouraged me to, “Go on.”

“Okay, so, thank you again for your blessing today. Seriously! It means the world to Chad and I! But, 

the thing is, that sort of makes tonight our first official night as an engaged couple, and as a 

result well… To be blunt Daddy, I’d like to celebrate by going back to his room and having some 

crazy celebration sex.” I took a second to let that sink in. Then I went on. 

“So, I know that you would prefer a nice quiet house in just a little bit here, but I would really, 

Really appreciate it if Chad and I could get your permission for some headboard slamming, 

screaming at the top of my lungs sex.” Mr. L. gulped visibly, so I took a step closer, and looked up 

at him with a little bit of begging in my eyes. See, the thing is, I have LOVED getting to know you, 

and I have Love, LOVED… starting our relationship as Daddy and Daughter. And, as weird as this 

would have been to say to anyone just a day ago, it would honestly do it for me, just knowing 

that you were listening.”

He seemed into it, but a little confused. So I went on. “I mean, loud sex is great an all. I very 

much enjoy my reputation as a ‘screamer’; but, with our newfound relationship…” I said, with the 

sexually charged eye contact and low, sinful tone that the phrase deserved. “It will mean even 

more. I mean… The fact that you will be overhearing all of it honestly adds SO much to it. At 

least it will for me. I mean, can you imagine?!”

I sat down on his bed for a second, and looked out his door. “You’ll be laying here, hearing Chad 

lay into me, and you’ll be thinking: ‘That’s my daughter. That, is the sound of my daughter getting 

her cunt destroyed, right down the hall.’, and while you are thinking about that I promise you that I 

will be OBSESSED with the idea that you can hear me!”

I was gushing with genuine excitement as I explained to him what I was hoping for. But I wasn’t 

sure how into all of this he was yet. Like, I wanted this to be as hot for him as it was for me, but 

I’d only really had a day to get to know him. 

So I got up, stood in front of him, and with my hands folded I gazed up at him and begged, 

“Pleaaaase?” And, I couldn’t tell in the low light of his bedroom, but I think he might have been 

blushing when he said yes! I squealed with excitement! I was SO pumped to tell Chad my 

wicked little plan, and that I’d gotten Daddy’s permission to go along with it! 

I turned to leave, but then quickly turned back,and gave a joyful little hop. Then I popped up onto 

my toes to plant a kiss on Daddy’s forehead and say, “Thank you Daddy!”, before heading back 

to my Fiance’s room. 

Back in Chad’s room I told him everything, and he thought it was almost as hot as I did. I mean, 

courtesy was a thing. So even at a fet event, you didn’t get as loud as you could because you 

didn’t want to interrupt other people’s ‘loud’. And yeah, my Parents were swingers and knew 

what I was about, but first of all, RUDE. And second of all, my little brother had just turned 18 this 

year, so even at my house, we had to hold back. 

But as I laid back on Chad’s crappy little twin Bed, and ran my hands through his hair as he 

began to lick his way up my pussy, I moaned. No restraint, no worrying about noise, no holding 

back, or keeping it down, or wondering if my Brother was home. I just fucking moaned! As loud 

as I felt like. And about 30 minutes and one glorious orgasm later, Chad slid into me for the first 

time as my official Fiance’, and I let him know EXACTLY how good that felt. 5 minutes after that, I 

insisted that he flip me over. And as I grabbed onto his old bed’s wooden frame, I gave it a testing 

rock, and was very pleased with the little wrapping noise that the bed made as the whole thing 

rocked forward just a bit and knocked against the wall. 

As I felt Chad start to bump and prod at my entrance, I looked back over my shoulder at him. 

“Chad… this may be the only time that we get to be as noisy as we want. And it is VERY likely 

the only time that you will get to do it in your Dad’s house, with him laying in bed right down the 

hall.”

He grinned a big, happy grin, and gave me a nod to let me know that he understood. I gripped the 

frame of his bed, he started off by putting both of my pig tails into the grip of one of his powerful 

hands, and then that first wonderful thrust took me by surprise and the bed clapped into the wall. 

I knew that we both wanted to cut straight to the end, but Chad took his time. He built up a slow, 

steady rhythm, and as badly as I wanted to scream, the sounds that came out of me began as 

low moans, and teeth gritting grunts. But as my Fiance started to pick up the pace, and I thought 

of Daddy laying in bed down the hallway and hearing that headboard starting to hit the wall a little 

harder and a little faster as we picked up our pace, it became all I could think about. 

“Harder!” I told him, and my voice took us both by surprise as I tested it out and ended up saying 

that word louder than I’d ever dared to back in my own room. We both had a moment of stunned 

surprise at my volume, but then Chad smiled, and honored my request. I really started to let go 

with my moans as the sex got rougher, and we both began to delight in the freedom of not only 

not having to watch our volume, but actually TRYING to be loud about fucking each other. 

“Fuck me baby!” I urged him. “Fuck your future Wife’s tight little pussy!” The mattress was 

squeaking like crazy, as Chad picked up the pace even more I screamed, “Harder!” and I fucking 

meant it too! Brad was always telling me that he loved seeing me act like a Whore. His exact 

words. And so even though I’d never had the time to ask him about it before, I decided to try the 

word out and see if he’d been using it for a reason. In between loud, lusty moans, and screamed 

swears, I yelled out to Chad, “I’m your little Whore tonight, aren’t I baby!?” 

As soon as I said it, he let out a rough and loud groan. Then he took one of my pig tails in each 

hand again, jerked my head back by my hair, and began to moan through gritted teeth. By now 

the headboard was slamming into the wall as hard as my Fiance’ was slamming into me, and I 

was screaming at the top of my lungs. If Chad hadn’t cum earlier in his living room, and then 

again in the driver’s seat of his car when he was showing me around town, I had no doubt that 

this would have been over already!

When I had enough air, and brain cells to form words, I made a point of yelling out what a Whore 

I was for big cocks. I screamed about how good he was giving it to me, how much I loved how 

rough he was being with me, and how if he fucked me any harder my Daddy was going to know 

what a dirty little Whore his fuck-toy Fiance’ was!

But by the end, all I managed to say was “Fuck!”, and “Fuck me!”. I said it loudly, and I said over 

and over again as I got fucking rocked by the freedom of it all, and the endless fucking orgasms 

that felt like they were splitting me apart!

At some point Chad must have told me that he was cumming, because that is not something 

that he ever would have overlooked; but I didn’t catch it. I was too far gone. One moment I was 

lost in endless bliss, the sound of the bed slamming into the wall drowning everything out, and 

the next a flood of hot liquid was blasting up into me and putting warmth and pressure into all the 

delightful places!

I don’t know how long we laid there after we finished. We were both athletes who trained 3-6 

days a week, and neither one of us could do anything but lay there sweating, completely out of 

breath, and not able to hear anything but our own heartbeats pounding in our ears for a good long 

time. 

Eventually, and it took a long-ass while, Brad laughed a low, manly laugh that did pleasant things 

to me. Then he managed to climb off me and go hit the shower. I was less happy to move from 

my spot. But when he got back, I decided that he’d definitely earned the spot, so I got up and took 

a shower right after him, leaving him to crash on his bed. By the time I was done, the lights were 

out, and he was halfway to sleep. I woke him just enough to make sure that I was being 

understood when I told him that I Loved him, but there was no way in hell that we were sharing 

that tiny ass twin bed. He laughed at that, and kissed me goodnight. Then I set off to find a proper 

place to sleep. 

After an insanely delicious glass of ice water from the kitchen, I was the cause of a creaking 

door, and a sliver of light shining into Mr. Lewis’s room. “Daddy”, I whispered. “Are you awake?” 

He gave me a very awake affirmative answer to that question, and even turned a bedside lamp 

light on for me. It took both of us a second to adjust to the sudden light, but when we did, I was 

left looking at an obviously naked Mr. L. covered only by the blankets, and he was left looking at 

me wearing nothing but his Son’s old football jersey. Now, Chad was huge, and so, while I was 

big for a woman, the damn thing still fit me like a dress. 

I apologize, and let him know that my Fiance’s childhood bed was not quite the right size for me. 

As in me, by myself. And when you added in his Son’s giant fucking football player body, well…

At that point Mr Lewis gave a low, gruff curse, and apologized right back, he pulled the blanket 

away and started to get up before realizing that he was naked (I was guessing it had been awhile 

since he’d had a female guest). He quickly covered back up, but not before offering to crash on 

the couch and let me have his bed. 

But I had another idea in mind.

I was a little curious as to whether or not Mr. Lewis would be spent for the night, having 

masturbated to the sounds of the incredibly noisy fuck-athon that Chad and I had just had. A 

quick scan of his bedside table showed me that he a tissue box and some lube there. Not lotion, 

but actual lube. Good man… First of all, only one of those two things let’s masturbation turn into 

more if you have someone to play with. Second of all, lotion helps your skin heal, but lube is 

meant to do artificially what a pussy does naturally, so it can’t help but feel better in the process. 

That said, no “spent” tissues were sitting on the nightstand. So maybe Mr. L. really hadn’t done 

anything in here. 

I walked up to where he was laying, and, as innocently as I could I asked, “Would it be okay if I 

slept in here with you tonight?” 

That seemed to throw him for a second, but he recovered fast. He was back in bed with the 

covers pulled back up in short order, and he let me know that I was more than welcome. Once 

he was all tucked in, I reached over and turned the lamp off, casting the room into almost total 

darkness again. 

Mr. L. gave a confused grunt, then asked, “Won’t you need that to get into bed?” But when I 

whispered back, “I’d rather just, climb over you, if that’s okay?”, he didn’t seem terribly opposed 

to the idea. It was very dark, and moving past one another was clumsy, with lots of touching and 

mistakes. But that was kind of the point. 

I lifted the blankets enough to slip under them, and Mr. L. tried to scoot in some so that I’d have a 

bit of bed to get some purchase on. At first, I scooted in beside him so that I was laying between 

him and the floor with an awful lot of naked flesh touching between us. That confused him, and 

he asked if I wanted his spot, but I assured him that I planned to go over him, I was just taking a 

second. 

I ran my hand up his thigh, but quickly assured him that I just needed a place to grip, then I 

started to swing one leg over him until I was basically straddling him with us both under the 

blankets. It wasn’t easy having it feel like a natural accident, but with quick careful guidance from 

my thumb, his hard-on ended up angled just right so that as I sat back to regain my balance, the 

bulbous head of his cock ended up perfectly positioned at the entrance to my pussy. 

That was as far as I’d honestly planned to take it. Some skin on skin, a little brush against 

paradise, and we’d both have tasted some lovely, flirty, ‘totally accidental’ fun. But we were both a 

little sleepy, and a lot horny. So, as I tried to fumble past him in the dark, I gave a little squeal of 

surprise followed immediately by a very honest moan. Robin Hood had never aimed anything so 

well, and as I moved to scootch past him, the head of his dick slid up the length of my wet and 

waiting pussy before beginning to insert itself into all that lovely warmth. We both gasped, and I 

froze, the head of his cock pushing into me and opening me up just enough to get a taste, but 

needing one more push to really get in there. 

“Daddy, I…”, I started to speak, but I had to stop to lick my lips, catch my breath, and keep 

myself from thrusting my hips downward. The tension in Mr. Lewis’s body told me that he was 

doing pretty much the same thing. “...You’re… you’re very hard right now Daddy.” After a second, 

all I got back was a grunted, “Yup”, as he used what will power was available to him to not just 

grab my hips and pull me down further. 

We were right at the cusp of pressure, where the body has that little bit of resistance before it will 

let someone all the way inside of them. It wasn’t something I had any control over. Really. Which 

was why what happened next caught us both off guard. I said, “I’m just going to try to-”, but 

before I could move, or even finish speaking, my pussy made the decision for both of us. One 

minute I was planning on switching my weight from one leg to the other so I could bring an end to 

the teasing, and then, suddenly, there was a moment of ‘give’, and the head of Daddy’s big dick 

when from pushing at my entrance to a good inch or two inside of me in less than a blink. 

I moaned out a heartfelt “Oh FUCK Daddy!”, and he moaned right back as we managed to barely 

move and cross some major fucking lines all at the same time. I was hovering over him and 

panting with want for a good minute after that, as we just kind of breathed and drank in the 

moment. 

After a moment, I decided to put myself back on course. After all, I had meant to slide on by 

teasingly and give him a wicked little taste. But this was way more than I’d meant to happen. My 

aim had been WAY better than I’d meant for it to be, and now we were both well past a nice, 

casual, ‘accidental’, teasing.

I was just about to lift my leg and swing off of him, when I felt a little squirt of something. At first, it 

just hit me instinctively, a rush of pleasure that sent my eyelids fluttering. That natural little rush of 

a kinky itch getting scratched. But after that first rush of pleasure, I realized that I’d felt a little 

burst of precum entering me. That should have sent me running, but it had almost the opposite 

effect. 

“Daddy?” I asked, a little breathlessly. “Did you listen to Chad and I, but not touch yourself?” I felt 

his body tense under me. Then he gulped, and grunted out something close enough to yes. But 

as he did it, I cried out another low moan that I tried to stifle, as another trickle of cum flowed out 

of him and into me. He’d sat in here and listened as a long, kinky, naughty fantasy played out, and he 

hadn’t done anything about it! Next thing he knew his balls were overfull, his cock was 

hard and bucking with a desperate need for release, and I’d come along and planted the head of 

it into a hot, tight young pussy.  Now all of that precum was drooling out of him, and into me!

I sensed the moment he realized it, and he moved those strong, rough, construction worker 

hands of his to seize me by the hips and, probably, to move me off of him. But before he’d 

committed to the action, I placed a hand on his bare chest and said, “I’m not… I mean, we 

shouldn’t yet. But, I need just a minute, okay?” 

“Just one minute”, I pleaded. It was enough to stop him, but as he started to ask me what I 

meant, I made the decision for both of us, and I rolled my hips. As I did, the full length of that nice 

big Daddy dick was gobbled up inside of me as it easily slid up into my waiting cunt. I had one 

hand pressed over my mouth as I screamed in pleasure into my hand, and Daddy 

simultaneously followed suit with one of his arms. 

Once he was inside of me, the rest of his precum stopped being so shy, and soon little squirts of 

the hot, white liquid were flowing into me as he got even harder and emptied his pregame inside 

of me. He seemed like he was going to try to fight me again. So, again, I muttered and moaned, 

“Just a minute. Please Daddy! Just a minute.” Then I fumbled in the dark for one of his hands, 

and reminded him, “You haven’t got a chance to do this yet.” A moment later, I had what I was 

looking for, and I guided that strong rough hand up the inside of the only thing I was wearing, and 

placed it over one of my VERY large breasts. His calloused palm sent instant ripples of pleasure 

through me as he got a good grip and rough skin ran against sensitive nipples. 

The moment he had a big handful of my tit, he let out a fresh grunt of pleasure and gave my 

pelvis a quick hard thrust that sent my head spinning with pleasure. After that, we just stayed 

there, and breathed. I had one hand on his stomach, and one over his other hand. For his part, 

he kept one on my hip, and the other did its best to hold as much of one of my tits as he could 

manage. 

Every time I thought I would stop, and bring an end to it, a little trickle of jizz would leak into me 

and have me struggling to keep from riding him all over again. We must have laid there together 

for at least 5 minutes. I would squirm, and then he would squirm, and then both of us would 

moan, and try to cover it up. But eventually, I knew I had to stop us, but I also knew that he hadn’t 

masturbated yet, and I’d taken this way too far to just roll over and give him a goodnight peck on 

the cheek. 

So, I let him know that I was going to move off of him. We both braced, and a full minute or two 

later, I actually managed to find the willpower to follow through on my threat. We both let out 

almost pained cries as I separated us, and scooted down his legs enough that nothing was 

going to slip into anywhere accidentally again. Then I said, “Hand me that lube Daddy”. He 

hesitated, and while he was doing that I pulled the football jersey off of me, so that I was sitting 

on him fully naked. Then I repeated more firmly, “Daddy… hand me your lube. Please.” This time 

he listened, and as soon as I had it in hand I generously applied it all over my tits, and even more 

so in my cleavage line. 

“Daddy,” I warned. “This is going to be fast and dirty. Don’t over think it. But when you are ready 

to start, just pretend you're talking to a room full of your guy friends and say, ‘My Daughter is a 

Whore”.

“My Daughter is a Whore?”, he half repeated, half asked, as he parroted the phrase back to me. 

But I was done with explanations and teasing. 

“Your Fucking right I am”, I said, and then wrapped my big tits around his already throbbing cock, 

and took him straight to paradise! 

I gave a quick and dirty tit fuck. Starting slow as his brain struggled to adapt to the feeling of 

gliding into a cleavage line bigger than any he’d ever experienced before, and then increasing the 

pace and the pressure as soon as I felt like he could physically handle it. He’d already been so 

close to cumming from all of the build up, there were not a lot of ways for me to postpone it. Still, 

I tried to give him some lovely build up before the big finish, and we managed to get in about 5 

minutes of me absolutely going to town on that big dick of his while I moaned for him and 

squirmed in his lap. When he went past the point of no return and assured me that he was going 

to cum, I told him, “Straight down my throat Daddy!”, then I got my fist up into my cleavage, 

wrapped my lips tightly around the head of his cock, and pumped all the cum up out of him and 

straight into my mouth!

He screamed, and bucked, and moaned. His hands couldn’t decide whether they wanted to push 

my head further down his cock or give a few last slippery squeezes of my giant tits, and he really 

didn’t have to pick so he just kept moving back and forth as he thrashed and bucked, and came 

a LOT more than I would have expected from someone his age. Especially knowing it was his 

second time that day!!!

Eventually his hips and his hands settled down, and I finished sucking the cum out of him. Once 

that straw was drained and my stomach was happy with the results, I told him that I needed to 

go clean up again. We both hit separate bathrooms, and when I got back, Daddy was already in 

bed again. 

I moved like I was going to try to crawl over him once more, but he just said, “Oh no you don’t!” 

and he seized me like I weighed nothing and brought me over his lap. A quick stinging slap on 

my ass had me both giggling and arguing “Hey!”, but he literally put me in my place, and I happily 

let him, as he made sure that I was all tucked in beside him before he went to roll over. Then, just 

before he tried for sleep, he rolled back over one last time and said, “Goodnight Princess”, before 

planting a quick kiss on my forehead.

That should NOT have been as hot as it was. But no matter what it should have been, it definitely 

left me needing to quietly masturbate one more time as Daddy slept peacefully beside me. 

And we were still staying for another full day!

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