It was a few days later when I kept trying to piece together what happened that I invited over men who were at least a few years above me. Each night would end in guys uncomfortable with my transition, asking me if they were gay, or asking for head before never calling again. The times that I was able to wrap my lips around them and stroke them onto my tongue, thoughts that I was going to look up and see those enchanting blue eyes of Evan kept coming back. A mouthful of some cum wasn’t enough to fulfill me even with a few of them who were daring enough to reach down and try halfheartedly to stroke my cock, so I sat in my bed sipping my beer after my latest disappointment and let my head wander.
The more I thought about my Dad the worse I felt, which I promptly killed with another drink. My hand wandered with a beer tucked in my left one, soon wrapping my fist around my clit that had risen out of my panties.
Grabbing the report from my attack that night, I sat back and curiously read through it while thinking of my father. He had arrived at the station clearly in a panic, picked me up in his arms and carried me out to the car before returning and punching out the man who had attacked me. He must have recklessly charged without regard to the police there. Picturing his strong arms holding me tightly with his shirt slightly open, I let one finger tease the surface of my hole.
I stroked it and let my drunk thoughts lead the way, moaning and licking my fingers clean of the dribbling cum that ran down the tip of my cock with every few pushes against the tight ring of my hole. I kept imagining his cologne mixed with my spit and running my tongue over the tip of his cock. My laptop soon rested beside me in the bed and I looked for what would help my needs. I found a nice video someone had captioned of a trans girl who had given into her father and was being fucked by him. It read, “Daddy knows you’ve been so horny since you started your hormones. Don’t worry, I’m gonna teach you everything you need.”
The man in the video was at least a decade older than her and he held her on her side, entering her with a visible shot of her ass stretching to take him. Once inside of her the video changed to a mash up of him pressing her down on his cock to throat train her, fucking her in a multitude of positions, and eventually filling her up from behind with her cock tucked behind her legs. The force of him fucking her could be seen through the ripple in her legs and ass, and upon pulling out she leaked more cum than I knew a man could give. Her eyes rolled back and you could see him mouthing the caption.
“That’s Daddy’s beautiful girl. You’re not done yet.”
As he continued her eyes grew softer and softer with her resistance draining to the point where she was little more than a love doll that he held close to keep him satisfied. She was soon on her back with her legs pressed like I had been dreaming about. Begging him with loyal eyes that could only hope he would finally let her cum. She had large spurts of thick cum spray onto her own face with her diligent partner pulling out and licking it up from her face with a passionate kiss.
I saved it and began hunting for more. Hundreds of pics of daddy daughter incest soon filled my drive and hours of edging only reaffirmed what I knew. I needed to feel my own Dad cum inside me like that. I ached for his beard to brush against my skin as he kissed me no matter how messy I was and tell me how proud he was.
The next video that eased my tension was a couple role playing, the trans woman on her back as she screamed in pleasure. “Dad! Please may I cum?” She yelled for him and he leaned down to kiss her as he nodded. Each time his cock slammed into her all the way to the base her cock would twitch strongly and cover her own face in cum. The man in the video finger fucked her mouth as she moaned for her Daddy. She was taken by his tight grip when he breathed into her ear, biting it gently as he said, “Daddy wants you to stay right here okay?”
The beers continued to pile as I touched and I became a sloppy drunk mess of a slut touching herself to thoughts of her father. I stretched the ring of my ass until at least three fingers could fit inside with one pushing against my prostate. The sensation shot through my body like sparks but my insides began to ache for more when I let the words finally drop from my tongue. “Dad. Please fuck me.” I thumped my prostate harder and harder, lust and fury concocting a plan in my head to open the doors to my fathers heart.
I could almost smell the house and his cologne smattered with sweat staining the front of my crotch. How his blue eyes would pierce my fear when he looked up from his lips that would leave trails of his spit all over the head of my cock, letting them drip into his beard which would press to the shaft of my cock when he took his next long lick. In the near frightening mania of exploration that had consumed me, I forgot that Kıbrıs Escort others might be out there. Edging further I panted while setting up accounts to outlet my frustration.
My fingers were wet with lube, pressing as hard as they could to my spot. As the pressure was applied my shoulders would give way and my ass would lift into the air. Letting my tongue roll out I dripped spit onto my pillow and fingered myself harder, lifting my legs and thinking of how he would press them back to my shoulders.
Maybe there was a way for me to attract others who would be interested in a committed role play, or as I thought further, maybe my Dad would see it. Setting my camera on my table and aiming it towards my bed, I pressed record for the first time and smiled for the camera. I uploaded a short video of me fingering my ass, spreading for the camera and telling my viewers that I wanted my own father to fuck me, to cum inside me, and even to rape me if he had to. I could only focus on grinding him hard through his jeans when he would one day come home and pin me to the wall with only hunger.
His breath could stink of whiskey and the day’s work as he would rip my panties from me and sink inside my lubricated and ready hole. The camera saw my clit bobbing with every finger hitting my spot one by one. I begged harder into the camera with my thoughts consumed with fantasies of Evan pinning my wrists and leaving me a sloppy creampie. I came on camera with drops even hitting the lens from my tension and created a false account on reddit, onlyfans, and other sites to upload my material that gained fans in just a few short days. Each night I found it was harder and harder to get off unless I let the words “Dad please cum inside me ” leave my lips.
I read as much as I could and my porn collection looked just like the addiction of any guy you might find on campus, but I wondered what theirs were filled with instead. It only got stronger as time passed, diverting my already flimsy attention from school. I’d flirt with older men online and hold out my tongue for the camera, wishing I could taste the thick loads of cum they dumped out again and again. Men begged me to live with them and be their daughter, but I told them I had plans to seduce my own. A few others still let me practice my blowjob skills on them which I happily entertained.
Three times a week at least I invited men older than forty to my dorm and blew them until they couldn’t cum anymore. None of them were allowed to go near my ass despite how horny I was, each time resulting in me pushing their hands away or asking them to leave. I got ideas from people online and embraced my fetish with nightly dedication on how exactly to show my Dad I was into him. Some of them advised wearing skimpy outfits for him to see, but my real plan came from a random overheard conversation from two of the guys in my class.
One of them was giggling to his friend about leaving a very simple file behind in a download he hosted. Jotting down notes while pretending not to listen to the two most irritating men in my class, I crafted my little seed in half an hour. Each time I would make a file I would hide my little surprise inside it for the day that I was waiting for so patiently. When my Dad called again I had to bite my tongue. It was around ten in the morning and I rolled over to find my phone buzzing next to me and answered without trying to sound weary.
“Morning Dad.” I groaned.
“Hey, I’m sorry it’s been so long since we last talked.” He said with a hollow and mournful tone.
“Don’t even worry about it! I’ve just been hiding my booze in my room so I don’t make a mess again.” I tried to clean my room silently so he wouldn’t hear the clink of the bottles hitting each other in the trash bag.
“Don’t let that girl catch you at the door, she had some crazy in her eyes you know. I’m still worried about how much you’re drinking. You do some interesting things when you get a few in. Oh by the way, have you gone downstairs to the lobby yet?” His voice warbled with anxiety. “I didn’t know if you were serious when we talked.”
“No, why? Serious about what?” I asked as I slid on a shirt.
“Well the card is a little weird but I think you might like what’s waiting for you.” He chuckled. “Just go check it out.”
“Alright gimme just a second.” I laughed as I pulled on pants and stumbled for the door with bare feet. Taking the elevator down I found Katie with a grimace as she pointed to the vase on the front counter brimming with roses. “Did you..?” He giggled a little into his phone as I went over and picked up the vase to take it back upstairs. Opening the card as I got back into my room and set the vase on the desk I read it aloud into the phone. “I hope these make up for all of the ones who never brought you them, and even if you’re feeling like you’re alone out there, you’re still the only girl in my life – Dad.” I was unsure what to say.
“It Lefkoşa Escort isn’t weird right?” He asked nervously.
“Dad, it’s probably the sweetest thing anyone has done for me. Hell if you were here I’d just have to kiss you.” I said without thinking and then tried to backtrack. “On like the cheek! I mean in a thank you way.” As I tripped over my words he just laughed harder and harder. “Dad, thank you so much. I don’t think I’m allowed to be all bubbly like this.”
“No one gets to tell you how to feel Gabby. I’m still kind of figuring that out. I’ve got to run some errands but I’ll give you a call tonight okay? Love you kiddo.” When he hung up I held the card close and tucked it into my wallet.
Cleaning my room and dreaming like he was going to drop in at any moment I planned out my routine and ways that I could get closer to him. Dad enjoyed some of the simpler things in life despite people trying to pull him away from the pleasures that helped ease his mind. Golf and video games were the only hobbies I ever got to see him make time for outside of a good book. Video games were familiar but the other was a new world.
How do you make a man happy who is so afraid to find out what could even make him happy in the first place? The more I dwelled on it, the more my thoughts went back to whispering in his ear how much I loved him, and that only went right back to the lust I had for him. I’d sit like a teenager and hold the card to my chest with his smile just behind my eyes.
Yoga became a daily practice so I could practice for when I’d be fucked, and I bought a thick pink dildo to stretch with from a local sex shop. My ass was slow progress but each time it hurt I thought of my Dad’s sweat dripping onto my body as he pounded me. I fit the toy inside me to the base in just three days but it wasn’t a substitute for the real thing. Videos were uploaded day after day of me begging and stretching out further.
Whenever the toy would reach my spot I’d start to beg out loud and my tongue would roll out as I moaned my Dad’s name. The kind people online helped me see how I was normal for my interest and the fear lessened. I needed my Dad to see what I wanted.
It took me another week to filter out anyone I could potentially work with to help me get closer to my Dad. He had a short list of people close to him so I worked the list and found the one most likely to frequent porn sites, or material of trans girls. Acceptance of the community worked in my favor as Seattle was lit up with LGBT pride despite the opposition but Oregon was another story. I was miles away but it helped me with putting myself out there for the fans. Here is where I found his friend and set my plan into motion.
He was an older man and not as tech savvy as most, and made mistakes. His email was public knowledge so I set up a quick way to find which sites he hit. Gold was struck when I saw him log online and masturbate to trans porn. I messaged him and began trading the videos I had made begging for my Daddy. He watched every video I had and was in the fan base who begged me to live with him, and that’s when I let it slip.
Asking him what town he was from I faked nervous interest because my Dad happened to live there. He offered then to help me with my plan and after playing hard to get I sent him a picture of Evan. The loyal fan was excited, telling me he knew my Dad from the same office building. I fed him all the stories of how horny I was around my father, including my pretend secret of being even more pliable once I had a beer or two in me. By the end of November he was wrapped around my finger and I gave him my last name so he could confirm who I was.
I told him I’d be so conflicted if my Dad found my videos, but the more we talked the more he helped me without knowing. I sent him every scrap of material with my nudity and something extra inside. The moment he passed it to my father out of guilt or perverse intent I would notice. I’d message him daily with new nude pictures that my online community would get later. He asked me why I hadn’t told my Dad yet, and a little more of the truth came out than I intended to share as I explained this internal fear of him either not finding me attractive or cutting ties to avoid me.
Some nights with a few too many beers piled next to my bed, I would sit and talk with my fans about how to validate and respect my dad without manipulating him. Ultimately I was governed by lust as I set out to show him my desire, but I did care and wanted to make him happy.
December first, my Dads IP lit up my screen as a source of where my files had ended up. Carefully watching, I watched as one by one the posts I had made were viewed and counted the time in between the pings, sure that he was taking his sweet time with each of my slutty videos and pictures. I logged on and made sure to post something he couldn’t forget. His IP found it minutes after I uploaded, Girne Escort and sitting in class I grinned as I played out the video in my head. If he had watched all of the other material I figured all I had to do was push the right buttons in the most recent one.
“Dad, I want to feel your cock. No other boy has used my little hole and I want to feel you fill me up. Please give me your cum, it’s not like you’ll get me pregnant. Teach me how to be a good girl. Don’t you want me to make a boy happy one day? I know it’s wrong, I think about it every day and night, I want you so badly I can’t think of anything else.” The toy slid in and out of my hole, each time the base was reached I practiced my slutty drooling face until the moment came.
“Dad, please fuck me!” I cried out into the camera as my clit trembled and began to spurt my load up onto my breasts and even my face. I cleaned it all up in front of his view and thanked him before the video finished. He had viewed it multiple times before downloading it.
I spent my night working with a drink in hand at my laptop as I explored more. Each of my pics were saved one by one from my site and then the videos. He was collecting them. I wrote out a rough script of ideas and went live on camera. The script was taped on the wall behind the camera, and I interacted with the fans one by one. I led the conversation to the topic of incest with little help from guys and slowly stripped down. The list of people watching rose once I was on my knees with my face visible as I called out for my Dad, and my lubed fingers pushed into my hole further as I got louder.
I showed them my large dildo and the reactions went through the roof. They begged me until an anonymous message showed up on my screen.
“If you really want to take your Dad’s cock, get on that toy and ride it for him.”
For him. I froze and wondered before lubing the toy and pressing it to my hole. I was on my knees facing the camera and began to sink down. The same user appeared.
“All the way, what if his cock is bigger than yours or that toy? Would you be able to take it?”
Suddenly I thought of him on his computer. Something ran through my head of what he must be aching for. The toy sank in halfway and a heavy moan echoed out of my mouth. I rode it harder and harder until the viewers could hear me thumping the floor beneath. When it was to the base the first spray of cum dripped without my control down my front and onto the carpet. I rode harder and saw the next message.
“Say it G.P.” My initials.
I bent over so my face was at camera level as I rode it harder. “Dad. I want you to be the first one back there. Please cum inside and try to breed me.” More and more cum kept dripping and my largest orgasm felt like a trap I was walking into. I begged again.
“Dad, I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum on your cock! Can I please cum?” I screamed louder than I should have in the dorms and was sure the hall heard me. Cum sprayed across the floor and got all over my keyboard. The twitches of my cock kept letting more and more spurt like I was a hose.
“I wish my Dad would hold me, I’m so tired now.” I let out more and more slow spurts as I ran my hands softly over my body. “I want to snuggle up onto his chest when he’s all done with me. We could fall asleep still covered in lube and cum every night.”
I thanked the fans when I could breath and typed out a message.
“I really wish my Dad saw this tonight so he could show up and fuck me in the middle of the night. I’m a little tipsy but I’d happily let him fill me up. No one else is allowed to have my hole back there. If anyone out there is willing to help me practice giving head so I’m the best when I see him, leave me a nice message ok?”
I signed off and cleaned up my cum, retiring to bed with a beer in hand and staring at the ceiling. Hours ticked by one by one of me nervously checking my phone with my heart in my head. No messages from him ever got to me but a glimmer of hope remained in the slowly ticking list of IP addresses that my site logged. When the clock finally struck 6 am I fell asleep next to the pile of bottles and my laptop.
No beautiful blue eyes greeted me when I woke, just the smell of cum and a distinct fear that I was going to break my family. Checking the files, I saw that the user who had dropped my initials in chat had left me a message before deleting their account.
It read, “What a horny little girl you are. You’re going to wish you hadn’t begged so hard when your pussy is form fit to my cock. I need to feel you. Please keep making videos every day. When I see you next I’m going to make you a woman.” Was this my actual Dad, a similarly skilled web user, or a roleplayer who got lucky? In my heart I knew only Evan would know my initials but I fought the growing hope inside me.
I slept through the day but woke up every few hours to pout that he wasn’t at my dorm and hadn’t left me any messages. Around five pm I finally got out of bed and stumbled into the shower. Once I was clean I sat back, picked up my phone and texted my Dad with a good evening, waiting for a reply that wouldn’t show up that day or the next few. As the days dragged on I sent him a few more messages with no answer.