I’m walking down the stairs. I’m bored. My brother went somewhere, mom went shopping with her friends, and dad is upstairs working. I still have time to think about what I want for my birthday. An iPod? A new phone? Or something like that? I don’t skimp on gifts. I already have almost everything. From dad. From mom, I usually wish for clothes, and from my brother, something nice, whatever I come up with. When mom and my brother come back, I’ll tell them what I want. I’ll figure it out. I need to be able to go wherever I want all year.
So, the perfect gift is: permission to go wherever I want. That’s enough, dad will have his say anyway. I’m going up the stairs. The door on the left belongs to my parents, and the two opposite are mine and my brother’s. Dad’s door is closed. That’s weird. He usually doesn’t close it. Especially when he’s working. I don’t knock and open the door.
Dad is lying on the bed, the TV is on, and he’s… I gasp. He immediately looks at me and shouts.
“What are you doing here?!” He yells at me and pulls up his pants.
“I came to tell you what I want, dad,” I whisper, but he stands up.
“So what do you want?!” He shouts. I jump. At that moment, something occurs to me. Why wish for something that will only make me happy for a while and probably won’t happen anyway? Why not something we can do right now? I bite my lip and smile.
“I want you to lick it,” he stops mid-step and stares at me. “Daddy, you have to fulfill my wish,” I swallow. I’m getting into something that might not end well.
“Fine, lie down,” I take a step forward and sit on the bed. The door is wide open. I lay my head on the pillow. Dad kneels between my legs and takes off my sweatpants. When he sees my strawberry panties, he licks his lips. I swallow again. He pulls down my panties. “You have such a tiny, beautiful one,” he says, and my vision darkens. He’s complimenting me. Complimenting my pussy!
His head is already between my legs. Just a little more. I feel his tongue on my clit. I sigh. One stroke of his tongue up and down. I arch my hips. It’s something amazing. I feel a cold touch. A finger. He slowly teases my clit with it. I sigh. Like butter, his middle finger slides into me.
He stops. I lift my head. “Just lie down,” I see him unbuckling his belt again. I curl my legs.
“What are you doing?”
“You wanted it licked? I’ll show you something better,” he pulls down his pants, and his erect cock stands before my eyes. I swallow for what feels like the hundredth time.
“No, dad,” but he’s already holding my knees apart and stroking his penis.
“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you, sweetheart,” and at that moment, I feel him on my vagina. Dad smacks his lips contentedly. And he’s in! I scream. My hymen is gone. Dad starts moving slowly back and forth. I scream. It only hurts for a moment, but then it stops, and the pain is replaced by incredible pleasure. Dad squeezes my breasts with one hand and has the other resting beside me. He starts speeding up. Now he’s fucking me hard. A few thrusts, and a wave of orgasm washes over me. Dad keeps going for a while. He thrusts a few more times, making my whole body shake, and then he stops. He pulls out his cock and tucks it back into his pants.
“I had a great fuck,”
“Me too,”
“We’ll do it again soon,” I nod. I lie there spread out for a while longer, and dad plays with my pussy.