Daughter’s Oopsie

 

Daughter’s Oopsie

 

“Daddy”, I said, tone both pleading and sweet. “Don’t be mad, okay?” 

On the other side of the door, Dad gave the doorknob another gentle pull, and I held it tight. I wasn’t ready for him to see me just yet. “Wait, wait… let me explain first!” I said, and thankfully, my words kept him from pulling the door harder. 

In a contest of strength, Daddy would be the hands down winner. Most of his weight was probably in the muscles of his chest. Most of my weight was in my tits and my ass. We were both proud, and happy with our looks, but for very different reasons. 

I gulped. I had come home to find Daddy watching T.V. in the living room, and, realizing how I looked, I’d let out a surprised yelp and jumped into the closet. Naturally, this had not gone unnoticed, and now I had my Dad’s curiosity as well as his undivided attention. These were things that I usually sought, and treasured. But right at that moment, I was in no way sure how what I had to say to him was going to go over. 

With a pout that no one could see, I noticed that he still hadn’t promised to not get mad. “Okay,” I began. “So, Daddy, YOU told me that there was a big costume party at your work tonight, and that it was supposed to be sexy costumes. And, just, why would you say that if you weren’t going to be there!? I mean, I wouldn’t tell you that a movie was showing at 2pm tomorrow if I wasn’t even going to it, right?” 

Dad started to ask if that was what I was upset about, if I was wearing a sexy costume. And, yes and no. But, big points for me because Daddy was already on the back-foot, apologizing for not being at the party as he realized that I must have gone. The moment he suggested it, I jumped on the opportunity to confirm information, instead of offering it. 

“Right!” I said. “I went to your office party, because I thought you would be there, and I wasn’t there. And…” I added. “I had this fun, weird costume idea. See, I grabbed some bits and pieces from my last two costumes” (from parties, not from previous years; I was an F-cup and somehow still growing). “And then I, sort of threw on my veil from the wedding (I’d recently married my highschool sweetheart. We were very kinky, and in an open relationship, but Mom and Dad already knew that). 

Outside the door, Daddy mumbled out loud about how that was a weird choice. He started to ask why I would wear part of my wedding dress if I was going for sexy, and then, halfway through his sentence, I heard the wheels click into place in his head. He stopped mid-sentence and went, “Oh… I see.” After all, I’d learned from just the engagement ring how big a turn on a soon-to-be-married woman could be for some men. So I figured, full on bride… That HAS to be a kink for more than one guy! 

Dad started to say, “Okay… but-”, and I cut him off. I was already wincing from what I still hadn’t said, but I did my best to explain the unexplainable anyway. “-So, the thing is Daddy”, I said, playing with my wedding ring under the gloves I was wearing. “I went to the party as a bondage-astronaut-bride”. That got a snort laugh from Dad that he quickly tried to suppress, and I couldn’t help myself, I smiled. The joy was short lived though, and I took a deep breath and continued a few seconds later.

“But then,you weren’t there. Which, I totally thought you would be! I went to spend time with you!” I steadied myself as I let that last sentence sink and hoped it helped. “But then, you weren’t there. And, I’d never actually been to your office before so no one knew me.” I started to let it all out in one long streaming ramble of information. 

“So, all of these guys were hitting on me, and it was like, 99 percent men where you work, which is weird. And then they were all asking about my costume, but I was blowing them off cause I was looking for you. And then I was in front of your office. And while I was in front of your office, I pointed to your name plate, and I asked where you were. And a bunch of ‘em said that you were not there and you were not coming. So THEN, when another one asked me what I was dressed as…” I was rambling. Badly, and I could practically see Daddy working on his “being patient” face on the other side of the door. “So, I may have been a little upset at you for not being there, and the guys that you work with are kind of handsome, and-” 

“-Tasha!”, Daddy’s voice cut me off. It wasn’t angry, but it was firm. I was hiding in the kitchen closet and holding the door closed. Daddy wanted an explanation. 

“Well…” I finally said. “I may have, definitely told them, that I was dressed as the boss's slutty Daughter, looking to get into trouble with his underlings.” I heard my Dad take a big, steadying breath on the other side of the door. I knew what he was going to ask. But every second he delayed asking it, I got more nervous. So, before he could ask me how they reacted, I went ahead and told him. 

I gave the door of the closet the tiniest push, and after a moment of resistance, Daddy let go of the door knob and stepped away. I began to exit the closet, as I explained. “Well,” I said. “They really liked that idea, and Daddy, you KNOW me. You know how Chad and I are, and how I am, and, really liked it too, so…” 

I had my long hair done up in an elegant array of braids… that no one noticed, because the headpiece for my wedding dress looped around the braids which were pinned on my head to hide my hair’s naturally crazy-long length. The hair piece itself had a long white train that went down my back in place of my hair, and that, plus my hidden wedding ring and my even more hidden garters, were the only parts of my bridal dress. 

On my shoulders and around my neck I had a white leather neck corset that had a few loops to click locks onto. I had the boots and gloves from that outfit too, my wrists and ankles were fastened with chains that didn’t connect to anything, but had locks on them nonetheless. Then there was the body suit. I had on this sort of astronaut/pilot-like jumpsuit with a zipper that went from mid-butt on my back, down around the front, and all the way up to my neck. 

As I Daddy stared, I reached up for that zipper, and I began to very slowly undo it. It struggled to get past my tits, but thankfully there was no bra I had to get around. It moved down over my navel, and as it came ever closer to my pussy lips, it became clear that I wasn’t wearing panties either. I mean, I’d started with a little strip of cloth that acted as panties, but at some point I’d given that away as a prize to one of Daddy’s coworkers. I had to bend over to get the zipper down and around the back, but as I raised back into a standing position, Daddy seemed more interested in all the cum that was sticking to, and running down the front of his little girl’s body. 

As I stood there, with the cum of 8 or 9 guys slipping down along my skin, I gave Daddy a brief overview of what had happened. Basically, I’d pretended like I didn’t know whose office I was in front of. But when I learned that Daddy wasn’t there, and wouldn’t be, I asked if it was also the boss’s office. And when his underlings had said yeah, I had declared that my costume was “that guy’s” hot, slutty Daughter. 

It wasn’t very hard to convince a bunch of adult men at, what was supposed to be a “sexy costume” party, but had ended up being wall to wall dudes, that this could be a fun idea. One of them asked about my veil, and I replied, “Oh, I’m married.” Another asked about my age, and I lied a year down, and told them “18”. By then they were noticing my flirtatious attitude, and had started to crown in towards me. But, I still felt like we were playing footsie instead “fuck the boss’s Daughter”, so when the next one asked me, “Just how slutty are we talking here?”; I hit my knees. 

I looked up at the nearest four guys, and told them, “Stick your cock in my mouth and find out”. As I explained all of this to Daddy, I gestured to my cum soaked skin as the obvious end result of what had happened. Daddy’s face told me that he was trying not to get super angry and yell at me. But the more I talked, the more his expression disagreed with his hard-on. 

So when he asked me if we eventually dropped the whole, “Mr. Smith’s Daughter Thing”, or if we played it up the whole time, I went from nervous, to teasing, as I told him the truth.

“Oh no Daddy”, I assured him. “They all really liked that part, so we leaned into it HARD. In fact, I figured the more I pretended like it was a big act, the less likely they were to get suspicious. So, when I was riding one of them, while alternating between jerking and sucking on two others, I actually stopped just long enough to give the guy inside of me a fun little taunt.” 

I had Daddy’s full attention, and he looked like he was a hair's-breadth away from whipping his dick out and masturbating to my little tale. Which, I REALLY liked the idea of. So, I leaned in a bit closer, and in a lusty tone I continued my story. “I told him to rate my pussy the next day. I think he misunderstood, because he started bucking his hips up into me pretty hard. But once I was done moaning about much I’d liked that, I cleared things up. I told him Daddy, I said, No, not RAPE my pussy! Rate it! As in, be sure to tell your boss what a tight little cunt his Daughter has when he gets in tomorrow”.

I had some more to tell Daddy. I mean, I’d taken on a good number of his co-workers after all. But, I didn’t get to finish my story. I didn’t get to, because I’d been wrong about Daddy being close to whipping it out and jerking off. It turned out, that wasn’t the urge he was trying to resist at all!

And I learned that, rather directly. Because I’d barely finished my sentence when Daddy grabbed my wrist, spun me around, and pushed me towards the kitchen counter! My hands hit the counter, and I felt a foot give a quick tap at the inside of my stance. And before my brain could catch up to what was happening, my pussy was already ordering my body into compliance. I stepped out wide, and was rewarded a moment later by the bulbous head of a nice big Daddy-Cock nudging at the sopping wet entrance of my cunt. 

It was a strange feeling for a moment there. My brain was two steps behind my body. I was moaning and panting, practically begging with my body language to be given a nice hard cock. But my mind was only just starting to catch on to the fact that I’d been spun around and put into position. So the end result was, I turned, bent over, spread my legs, and then gave a questioning, “Daddy?, before moaning like a whore as that nice big dick began to slip into me with zero resistance. 

I was more turned on than I’d ever been in my life, and I both hadn’t cum yet, while also experiencing pleasures that I was pretty sure were leaving many of my previous orgasms in the dust. Like I said though, my thoughts were having trouble keeping up.  So I actually heard myself say, “Oh my god! Are you fucking me Daddy? Are you fucking your Daughter?!?”

Daddy didn’t have time for words though, and I was grateful. He slid into me, and spread me so wide that it was like being broken in half by pleasure itself. My legs were already quivering before the second thrust, and the second was quickly followed by another, and another, and another. It was almost a hate-fuck it was so rough, fast, and hard! Like he was trying to punish me by fucking me as hard as he possibly good, and if my orgasms soaked my boots thoroughly enough, then I would be taught a lesson. 

I came over, and over, and over again. If it was hard to think at first, then by the end of it my brain had completely given up and turned to mush. I was delirious with pleasure. My mouth was hanging open, and I was drooling, and screaming, and moaning. Near the end, I managed to string a few words together as I did my best to articulate something that I was enjoying a whole lot. My Dad’s balls were swinging into me, and I could actually feel them clapping into my wet pussy, and that thought just, UNGH! FUCK! I never knew that I wanted that, but I wanted it so fucking badly! I needed it! I think in between thrusts I managed to mutter, “Daddy’s”, SLAM, “Balls”, SLAM. But I just repeated it a few times instead of saying more. Dad heard me though, and though, I’m pretty sure he misunderstood me, he also gave me the best orgasm of my life when he did. It started after he said, “Oh you're going to get Daddy’s Balls alright.”, which, just confused me for a moment, because, I already was, right?. But, the orgasm hit me with the first splash of hot white cum, deep inside of me. Daddy doubled down, and fucked me even harder as he emptied his balls inside of me, and I experienced the single greatest moment of pure bliss in my entire life up to that point! 

Everything went white as we both screamed, and grunted, and came until we dropped. I legit blacked out, or lost time, or … Something!

Because, at some point, Daddy had finished, and I had ended up strewn across his lap on the living room couch. It was all a blur though. A glorious, magnificent, earth-shattering blur! I tried to say so, but my throat was raw from screaming, and dry from heavy panting and moaning. Daddy saw my predicament and handed me his drink. When I could speak again, I managed to say, “I liked that.” And we both laughed at the understatement. A real, earned, belly laugh that shook us both and brought tears to our eyes. 

The night ended in an almost weirdly normal way. Daddy cleaned up, and told me to go shower and put my clothes in the laundry. He fussed after me, and asked  if I had any classes the next day. Then he made sure that I had food and drink to get me through the next day in the fridge. 

The next morning, I felt amazing. I was walking on sunshine as I put on a little flirty skirt, a white top, and decided to go bra-less. I didn’t want this thing with Daddy to end, and I tried to convey that with my choice in clothes. I looked like a perfect little school-girl slut, except that my tits were a little too big for that particular role-play in some people's eyes. 

Daddy noticed, and I noticed that he both noticed and appreciated it. But beyond those hungry eyes roaming over me, he didn’t actually say anything. He got ready for work like nothing was new or different, and for a second there, I was worried. Then, just before he headed out the door, he called me over to him with a curl of his finger that had often meant that I was in trouble growing up. 

I bounced over to him with a “Yes Daddy?”, that I was hoping showed how flirty I was trying to be. I mean, he could DEFINITELY see my nipples through this shirt! When I got to him, he leaned down towards me and, in a low voice, he made me a promise. He told me, “I’m going to go to work now sweetie, and when I get there, I’m going to ask if I missed anything last night. And when I do, I’d better hear that, no, it was a boring party after all. Because, if I instead hear that some beautiful young lady showed up, and declared herself to be my slutty Daughter, then that means I’m going to be hearing that crap all day” I was red in the face. My temperature was through the roof with how hot and turned on I was as Daddy continued. “If that’s the case, then all day long I’ll be hearing from those little shits how much they liked my Daughter’s nice big tits. How tight, her snug little pussy was, and how, I assume, she was both gifted and slutty when it came to sucking them off. And sweetie, if I have to listen to that shit all day, do you know what’s going to happen?” 

I tried to speak, but my heart was beating so hard, and I was so turned on that I wanted nothing more than to start furiously rubbing my clit right there in the living room. I think I managed to make a light, “uh uhn” sound with a little shake of my head. Then Daddy told me, “If I have to hear what a tasty little treat you are from all sides at work today, then when I get home tonight, I’m going to bend you over the nearest piece of furniture, and I’m going to fuck the shit out of you. I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll think last night was sweet, sweet, love making in comparison. Do you understand me young lady?” 

I gave another little yes sound, but Daddy leaned forward and had his lips so close to my ear that I could feel his breath teasing erotically along my flesh as he asked, “What was that?” And, with an honest to god moan, I half cried out my answer, “Yes Daddy!”. 

He wrapped his hand around my throat then, and when he said, “Good Girl”, I think I came a little. It did not go unnoticed, and when he looked down at my thigh, he grinned in a way that almost made me moan out again. Then he walked me back to the wall, reached up under my skirt, and when he realized what I was and wasn’t wearing, he clapped his hand over my wet and naked pussy. Within seconds he was rubbing me towards orgasm, and within minutes he made me cum twice. I was BEGGING him to ease up when stopped, gave me a kiss, and told me to be good. 

As Daddy left for work that morning, I realized that my life had just gotten a thousand times better, and all because of one teeny, tiny, little oopsie at my Dad’s work Halloween party!

I mean, I honestly can’t wait for his office Christmas party now…

 

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