Daddy's Girl: Becoming A Cheating Whore

Summary: A twisted turn takes place when Dad becomes his daughter’s submissive.

Note 1: This story contains explicit descriptions and pictures of father-daughter incest. Please move on if that offends you.

Note 2: Thanks to MasterBlogman for editing the story.

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Yes, I'm a cheater. My cravings for sex made me cheat on my husband. And I cheated on him in the worst way imaginable – with members of my own family.

It’s not as though Samar doesn’t give me lots of kinky sex, especially the sex in submission that turns me on so deeply. It’s just that the more taboo the sex, the harder it makes me cum.

It all started on our first anniversary. Our whole family, relatives, and close friends were all at our courtyard house that night. The party was still in full swing when Samar pulled me aside and said, “Come up to the bedroom with me.”

“Right now? But all our guests…”

“Now!” Samar replied in a stern whisper.

My pussy immediately began to moisten. When Samar gets that dominating tone with me, I know I’m in for a session of kinky sex in which I will need to be totally subservient to anything he wants me to do. The thought of being completely dominated, humiliated, and fucked every way he knows how was so exciting that I walked away from our roomful of guests and meekly followed Samar upstairs.

When we got there, I turned to face him and waited expectantly. What would he do to me this time to both humiliate me and stoke my arousal at the same time? I noticed uncomfortably that he hadn’t shut the bedroom door.

“Strip,” he barked. “Slowly.”

I started doing what he demanded, slowly taking off one piece of clothing after another and dropping them on the floor. Finally, I was down to panties and a bra. I reached behind me and unfastened my bra clasp, then let the bra slide forward down my arms to join the rest of my clothes on the floor. My generous breasts with their nearly-black areolas and nipples dangled free, and I paused for a moment to let him admire them.

Then I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my panties and slid them down, exposing my carefully trimmed pubic hair and the cleft of my rapidly moistening cunt. I stood with my arms at my sides and my feet slightly apart to give him a good look.

Once he had finished admiring, Samar reached forward and ran his fingers between my pussy lips to get them wet, then slipped two into my hungry vagina, making my body start to tremble with need. Then he opened a drawer and took out a pair of leather cuffs joined by a short chain.

I knew exactly what that meant. I held out my arms with my wrists together in front of me, and he wrapped the leather of the cuffs around each of them and buckled them snugly. Then he reached into the same drawer and brought out a skein of cotton rope, which he wound around my body below my breasts, up over my shoulders between my breasts in a cross that separated them enticingly, and then around behind my back, tied off with a large knot.

He pushed me into a kneeling position on the bed and sat with his feet up near my face. “Suck my toes,” he ordered. I somehow managed to balance myself by wrapping both of my hands around his legs and started licking.

I love the way he treats me like an object, a piece of meat, his personal whore whom he can fuck wherever he wants, however, he wants. Probably the reason I love him the most is that, from the moment I met him, he saw my inner submissive side and pushed my limits as hard as he could.

I started with each sole, then toes, heels, and calves, then slowly up to his knees and lower thighs, By the time I reached close to his upper thighs, he had pulled down his pants and underwear and swung around on the bed so his dick was in my face.

Finally reaching beneath his dick, I decided to tickle him. Grabbing his dick, I licked his perineum from the base of his dick to his asshole. He placed his hand on my head, closed his eyes, and started making little moans of pleasure as I worked away with my tongue.

I licked every corner without missing a single spot, moving slowly over his perineum and his balls. Then he demanded loudly, "Start sucking my dick."

I felt a little worried about what would happen if anyone heard us, so I whispered, "The house is full of people, could you please lower your voice or at least close the door?” The possibility of us being walked in on was adding an exciting hint of danger to our fuck session, yet another part of me really didn’t want to be embarrassed or to embarrass a guest.

Samar yanked my hair, pulled me up roughly close to his face, and snapped, "Did you just question me, whore?"

I knew he didn't like to be questioned so I immediately apologized. "I'm sorry, sir."

Pushing my head down again, he ordered. "Get sucking."

I’ve always loved sucking his cock. It’s a fairly average six-inch cock, but it’s thick and meaty and always feels wonderful when it fills up my mouth. Whenever he deposits his load inside my mouth as if I were nothing but his cum bucket or trash can, I love swallowing it, devouring it all.

As I was already holding his shaft, I opened my mouth, wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, and began feeding it farther and farther into my mouth until it was at the entrance to my throat.

Taking a deep breath, I began forcing his cock down my throat a bit at a time. I nearly had my lips right down to his balls when he suddenly yanked my hair, raised both his legs, and wrapped them around my neck. I had no chance to move or take his dick out of my mouth.

He kept them like that until I felt choked and tapped his thigh. But he still held my head for fifteen or twenty seconds more before he let go of me. I pulled his dick out of my throat and took a huge deep breath. With saliva dripping off my chin, I looked him in the eyes and smiled.

Still holding my hair, he pulled me down, very close to his dick yet again. I exclaimed softly in pain but I also loved it. Without wasting a single second, he shoved his dick back inside my mouth and started to thrust roughly.

I grabbed the bed sheet for support and kept feeling his dick hitting my throat. I closed my lips and wrapped my teeth to avoid causing him any kind of pain on his dick, and moved my tongue in and out to give him more pleasure so that he wouldn’t stop, no matter what.

After ten minutes or so of rough face fucking, his dick started to get harder and seemed ready to explode any moment. Then he stopped abruptly and let go of my head.

He gave me a small window of ten or fifteen seconds to breathe. I was a bit disappointed at not feeling my mouth fill with cum as I had expected, but I knew that by edging himself he could extend our fuck session much longer. I wondered what was in store for me next.

It didn’t take long to find out. He yanked my hair and pushed my head down to the bed. "Ouch!" I exclaimed, but tried not to be loud since the house was full of people. Samar pulled my legs apart roughly, and I knew exactly what he wanted to do. I arched my ass up and got into a doggy position. I couldn’t balance very well on my hands because of the cuffs, but I used my elbows to support my upper body, leaving my breasts to swing free between their ropes.

He leaned down and licked slowly from my clit to my asshole. It sent a shiver down my spine, and I moaned with the touch of his tongue.

He rested his tongue on the entrance of my asshole, circling around all of it and sometimes forcing the tip of his tongue inside. With one hand he started rubbing my clit, while his other hand moved to my breasts. My pussy started to get even moister, and my whole body trembled. The electric feelings radiating from my clit and asshole were beginning to coalesce into what felt like it was going to be a tremendous climax.

Then he suddenly stopped and, pinching my nipples roughly, he pulled both of his hands off my body. It caused me severe pain, but I managed to stifle a yelp.

He positioned himself behind me and I felt cold lube run down my asscrack and over my anus. He placed his dick on my asshole, but instead of shoving it in, he waited. I moaned, "Oh! Yes, master, put your dick inside and fuck the shit out of me."

"Beg for it."

"Umm yes master, please, please ass-fuck your sex doll, tear apart that ass, please yourself fucking your dirty little slut."

He circled his dick around my asshole teasingly. "Louder, whore."

"Oh! No, please, please babe, anyone could hear … ahhhhhhhh" He didn't even let me finish, and smacked my bare ass as hard as possible with his hand. It immediately started to burn. I couldn't hold myself any longer, and biting the bedsheet in pain I exclaimed loudly, loud enough that the sound must have echoed through the whole house, “Please, master, I beg you to fuck your filthy, whore wife in the ass."

Without wasting any time, Samar shoved his dick all the way inside my asshole. The violence of the sudden thrust made my sphincter explode with a burst of red-hot pain, and I almost screamed but bit the bedsheet again to stifle it. After the first agonizing thrust he held his cock still inside me while I adjusted to it and the pain began to subside.

"Umm," I moaned.

"How does it feel?"

"I'm so full right now."

"What do you want?"

"I want you to fill my ass with your cum right now; please fuck me hard," I said loudly. At that point, all I wanted was to satisfy my husband, have his cum in my asshole, and most importantly, have an intense orgasm without even caring about the other people in the house.

He increased the speed with my every loud moan, and I could feel his groin start to hit my coccyx, while his thighs were on my ass cheeks and his balls were on my pussy. I reached down awkwardly with my cuffed hands to rub my clit and intensify the pleasure that was radiating from my asshole through my entire pubic region.

He moaned, "Say you’re a whore, Annu."

Till that point, people could hear a kinky couple having sex but they were not sure who we were, but now they surely knew. But I didn’t care about that at the moment. All I wanted was pleasure. I moaned loudly, "I'm a whore, Master, your filthy ass fucking whore who would do anything to please you. Please cum inside me, fill your dirty slut's ass with your precious cum."

He kept pounding me for more than two minutes, until all of a sudden, one of my fingers touched his testicle. He immediately paused. "Wait, are you touching yourself?"

"Please don't stop."

He smacked my other ass cheek hard. I bit the bedsheet once again and screamed, "Noooooo."

He moved close to my face, yanking my hair to pull me up, I could feel his deep breath hitting my naked body. Letting go of my hair, he slapped my face on the right side and asked, "Did you ask permission before touching?"

"S-s-sorry."

Another slap on the opposite side of the face. It was even harder. I felt pain, but I loved getting my face slapped during sex. It turns me on more.

"Sorry, Master."

"You will be punished for that."

Before I could say anything further, he went to his drawer again and took out a blindfold, which he fastened over my eyes. Without vision, my other senses, especially touch, are always heightened. I become intensely aware of every sound, every touch of Samar’s hands or tongue anywhere on my body.

I felt him unbuckle the cuffs from my wrists. With me still kneeling on the bed, he then tied a length of rope to my right wrist and pulled it part-way back toward the head of the bed. I could feel the tension in the rope as he tied it off. Then he did the same with the left.

To complete the binding job, he tied a rope around my waist and pulled the long end from my back down through my ass crack and pussy and back up to the waist rope in front. The tension on the pussy-rope increased, telling me that he had tied it off somewhere as well, Now I was being pulled back by my wrists and forward by my waist, with the result that I couldn’t move an inch in any direction.

I felt something pressed against my mouth. I opened it and felt a bit of gag go in and force my tongue down. Samar cinched the gag behind my head. He placed his hands on my waist and, moving them slowly up, groped my boobs and placed a hard, suction-filled kiss on my neck. I felt a shiver and tickle at the same time. I love the mix of my husband's roughness and romance during sex. I never know what his next move is going to bring me.

Leaving the love bite on my neck, he moved close to my face and we started kissing. He took the gag out so we could do a better job of kissing, sucking, and exploring each other's tongues and lips. I could feel the rope move between my pussy lips as if it was fucking me there, and the pieces of my broken orgasm began to put themselves back together.

I suddenly felt he was standing in front and his dick touching my lips. I took the hint and opened my mouth so he could slide his dick inside again. He placed both his hands on the back of my head and thrust his dick in and out. I tried not to think about where it had been just a few minutes ago.

I started to enjoy myself, grinding on the rope as my orgasm started to build. After a couple of minutes of slow fucking, he sped up the process. But all of a sudden, his phone rang.

I knew he wanted to get that phone—Samar is one of those people who can never just let a phone ring, no matter what they’re doing. But he didn’t stop and answer it. Instead, he started to deep thrust my throat, his balls bouncing off my chin. In no time, I felt choked. I wanted to tell him to stop but I couldn't. My mouth was occupied, my hands were tied, and my eyes were blindfolded. Tears welled up in my eyes, and saliva was bubbling and dripping down my chin. All I could do at that moment was to close my eyes, feel his dick hitting my throat and pray that he would cum soon.

It was the last ring on his phone when I felt his warm cum fill my mouth. I knew he would have choked me until I swallowed his every drop of his cum, but since he had to pick up that call, he pulled out his dick, answered the call, and left me to swallow quickly and then gasp for air.

My own orgasm had been about to hit when he suddenly stopped, so I desperately waited for him to come back on the bed and finish off his tied-up, naked wife. But he said, "Sorry, Annu, I've got to go."

"What!" I gasped with disappointment. "Now..." I started to ask but then paused, thinking that It must have been very urgent, otherwise, my husband would never have broken off a great fuck session so abruptly. I asked, "Who was it? What happened?"

"Manish has a flat tire."

Manish and his wife had come to my anniversary party, but due to some urgent matter, they had to leave early and go to Mumbai. Since there was a cab driver's strike, they planned to drive 20km from our home to the airport to catch a flight. "Oh no,” I asked. “Are they safe? Where are they now?"

"Yeah, almost midway." He walked close to me and undid the knot at my navel but there was a significant pause.

"Take my car, you don't have much fuel."

He didn't respond, so I requested, "Untie my hands, babe."

But clearly, he had another kinky plan in mind. Grabbing my neck, he pushed me down on the bed. Next, he pulled up the ropes toward the head of the bed. My hands went above my head and I said, "Ahh, babe, please don't do that."

It’s not that I mind being tied up. In fact, I find it quite a thrill to be helpless while Samar does whatever he wants to me. But the idea of being left alone in bondage was frightening. What if something happened and he didn’t come back for a long time? I guess I could have called for help, as long as he didn’t gag me as well, but even though I found the thought of our company hearing us have sex was kinky, the idea of having to call someone to find me naked and helpless was not appealing.

He remained silent and after a little pause, he slapped right on my clit. I clamped my legs together from the pain and exclaimed, "Ohhhhhh." I got the message and stopped protesting.

His cum was still dripping off my chin, and I could still taste it on my tongue. He pushed my right calf and thigh together and wrapped a rope around them. I said, "Babe, you’re hurting me."

He didn't reply. He just grabbed my other thigh and calf and did the same. Then he forced my feet together sole to a sole and wrapped rope around them so my knees were spread wide, pulling my pussy lips into a gape and exposing them completely. I knew he wasn’t going to listen to anything I said, so I just said, "Keys are in my red purse, in the left cupboard."

"Okay."

I heard him starting a vibrator, and I knew exactly what he was about to do with it. The last time he combined bondage with a vibrator was when we were working from home during Covid-19. We were not even married then. I had a Zoom meeting to attend, and he made me sit in my panties and a formal shirt on top of my vibrator at a slow, teasing speed, with my legs tied to the legs of a kitchen chair in a widespread and my arms tied tightly behind my back.

I begged him several times to stop, but he didn't. He only chuckled and enjoyed me getting tortured while he sat opposite me out of camera view and watched. I didn’t have to say anything during the meeting so my microphone stayed on mute, but I had to try to keep my face impassive while the vibrator slowly drove me to three powerful orgasms.

To top it off, about halfway through the meeting he pulled his pants off and started slowly stroking his dick. I had to pretend I was focused on what the speaker was saying in the meeting instead of on Samar beating off. By the time the meeting was over and he untied me, I had peed my panties from the effort of trying to contain orgasms.

When I heard Samar fire up the vibrator again, I warned, "Babe this isn’t right, you can't do that to me again."

But he had no intention of listening and I felt him put that vibrator in between the ropes and placed directly on my clit, forcing my gaped lips even further open.

I begged, “Babe, please don't do that, I’ll pee on the bed again."

"Don't worry, I'll make you lick it off. Till then have a wonderful night."

"Please babe..." I was about to beg some more but he had already left the room or walked far away, so I just said, "Drive slowly and safely Babe,"

With a low voice, he replied, "I will. Love you."

"I love you too," I said and sighed. The vibrator was already starting to wake up my just-edged orgasm. I thought, “Fuck, this is going to be hell—pleasurable hell, but hell nonetheless.”

Even though the vibrator was running at a very low speed, it seemed to be doing a better job than it had done the first time I had been in this predicament—probably because of all the edging that had been happening. Within five or six minutes, which seemed like an hour, I could feel my long-awaited orgasm building. But I was not worried about the orgasm, I was more worried about how I would survive the whole time until my husband returned home from 20 km to the airport and back.

"Shiiiiiit," I screamed as I finally exploded with orgasm.

Yet it continued to buzz. I wanted to close my legs and recover from the wild orgasm, but I couldn't. I wanted to moan and express my feelings but I didn’t dare. So I bit my lips and started to imagine how long and torturous this night was going to be.

Then I decided not to panic and just to enjoy the multiple orgasms my husband had planned with the vibrator. After three more wild orgasms, I was exhausted, my knees were sore, my eyes were closed behind the blindfold, and I felt myself slipping into sleep. All of a sudden, the vibrator stopped. I breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Babe, they got to the plane ok?"

No reply.

I waited a few seconds before falling into slumber. I desperately needed some rest, so all I could say was "Babe..."

I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, still tied, naked and blindfolded, but the vibrator was still off and I couldn’t feel it pressing on my clit.

"Oh God." Whoever walked into that room, stopped that vibrator, and took it out, had seen me like this. God knows if he or she took photos or might have taken a video of me naked and tied up. Luckily my mouth wasn’t gagged, so I leaned towards my left hand and tried to untie the rope with my teeth.

With a lot of struggle, I was finally able to undo that knot. It took me God knows how much time, but once I had one wrist free, it was easy to undo the other one with my free hand. I sat up, rubbed my wrists, removed the blindfold, and looked at the door. It was still wide open. Wondering how many people had seen me already, I started to undo my legs.

All of a sudden my eyes went to the nearest couch and I saw a couple of tissues lying in the corner. I got my legs free, got off the bed, and ran straight toward my bathroom. I managed not to pee on the bed or the floor, but it was a near thing.

Returning to the bedroom, I walked straight to those tissues, lifted them up, and inspected them. They were covered with dried goo that looked a lot like cum. I assumed it must be Papa--he was sleeping right next to our bedroom and he always uses tissues to clean up his cum.

Still naked, I peeked out from the door.

No one was there so I walked out without bothering to get dressed. I don’t know exactly why I didn’t put something on. I guess the elicit thrill of walking out where others might see me intensified the sense of forbidden activities that I had been experiencing all night.

I sneaked into the next room. Upon entering, I was shocked to see my Papa sitting up in bed masturbating his dick while looking at his computer. I followed his eyes and was shocked to see my naked photo from earlier when I was kneeling on the bed tied up with the bit gag in my mouth. He must have taken that photo from the open door when Samar was still in the room, then come back later after Samar had left to take the vibrator out and jerk himself off while looking at my gaping pussy. What a letch!

I admired my picture for a few seconds. My God, I had never realized how incredibly hot I looked with my hands tied and my body bent slightly back to thrust out my big tits. No wonder Samar liked to tie me up all the time.

Then I walked over quietly, sat down on the edge of the bed, and leaning close to him asked, "Enjoying the view, Daddy?"

Started, Papa covered his dick under the blanket and moved back, stammering, "A-a-annu, w-w-what are y-you doing here?"

I immediately stood up and grabbed the blanket, not allowing him to cover up. Then I put my hands on the bed, ready to climb up. I bluntly said with a grin, "What are you doing with my naked picture? And what were you doing outside your daughter's room while her husband was fucking her face?"

"I-I, Nothing, I just..."

Being tied up with a vibrator in my snatch had left me incredibly horny, despite the orgasms it had given me. Being naked in front of my father only inflamed my taste for the taboo, making my pussy moisten and my nipples harden. I gave up trying to control myself and blurted out, "Then let's do something with your thick dick."

Climbing on the bed, I slowly crawled close to him, giving him a complete view of my dangling breasts and wiggling ass. I knew he always had a special fondness for my ass since he was always sneaking looks at it.

"Please Annu, this is wrong."

"It didn’t seem wrong to masturbate in your own daughter’s room while she was tied up naked, did it? What’s wrong with Ma? Won’t she let you tie her up and face fuck her?"

"I mean…I don't know what you mean."

"I know exactly what you were doing in my room earlier tonight."

He remained silent as I positioned myself between his legs, leaning close to his dick, my boobs pressed against his thighs. I stared closely at his dick for a few seconds, then grasped it with my left hand.

"Please stop, Annu."

While slowly stroking his dick, I looked at him, made an innocent pout face, and asked, "Don't you want to fuck your Annu for real instead of fantasizing over her naughty picture?

"What if Samar comes in?"

"You already know he’s not home. So you do want to fuck your slutty daughter, don't you?."

"But, this is all wrong..."

"Shushhhhhh" He was about to protest but I cut him off by putting my index finger on his lips. He submissively looked into my eyes.

I leaned in one more time and swirled my tongue on top of his mushroom head. He grabbed the bed sheet in both fists and moaned while looking down, watching his own daughter with his cock in her mouth.

I have always wished to be dominated, used like an object, a plaything, and get fucked roughly, but since my father was so submissive, even with my mother, I decided to take charge, reminding him who is the boss in this weird incestuous relationship. "Umm, does my pet daddy like that?"

"Ahhh, uhhh, yess mistress," he replied.

"What do you want, pet?" I asked with a smile and kept teasing him with my tongue.

"Please suck my cock, mistress."

"Beg for it."

"Please, mistress ...."

Holding his shaft, I put his dick in my mouth and slowly started to bob. After a couple of minutes sucking up and down, I managed to devour his six inches all the way in.

After a few minutes, he warned, "I'm going to cum soon."

Wanting to taste his cum, wanting to swallow his full load, I began bobbing faster. Within a minute, he grunted and shot a huge load of cum into my mouth.

When I took his dick out of my mouth, I had almost swallowed his whole load with just a few drops still on my mouth and lips. I crawled up, leaned close to him, and grabbed his throat. He closed his eyes and we tongue-kissed. He sucked the remaining cum out of my mouth, off my lips, and wherever else it was.

While our tongues were playing inside our mouths, I reached for his dick and slowly stroked. He let out a soft moan in my mouth. "Ohh."

Breaking the kiss, I smiled and asked, "I want you to deposit your cum inside my horny cunt, Daddy.” He said nothing, only nodded, and was about to grab my shoulder to push me back on the bed, but I interrupted. "Wait, you don't have to do anything, Daddy."

He put down his hands and waited for my next move.

Leaving his dick, I turned around, facing opposite to him. He grabbed my ass like I’m sure he had always wanted to and helped me climb on top of him. I set my cunt on his thick dick as I smiled in satisfaction, loving that I could provide my naked ass to my father and that he was enjoying it. Then I slowly pushed myself down and soon his cock disappeared inside me.

I bent over and arched my ass up, giving him a perfect view of what he had always admired. I grabbed his legs and started to bounce on his dick. It immediately grew hard. He was almost the same size as my husband but way thicker than Samar was.

Cunt-fucking my father in reverse cowgirl was an even bigger elicit thrill than blowing his cock. I felt another orgasm building quickly as his cock massaged my G-spot and penetrated deeply into me. He kept moaning, "Oh yes, mistress, fuck me hard, just like your husband fucked you like a whore." Being dominant for once gave me an insane feeling of power.

I increased the speed, and with each thrust, I could feel his body hitting my lower abdomen. The sound of my ass hitting his thighs echoed through the bedroom, and it seemed to me that everyone in the whole three-story building in the middle of the night could hear the sound of fucking. As well as being a submissive, I guess I was turning into a raging exhibitionist.

My orgasm started to build, my heartbeat started to pound, and the most intense pleasure ever cascaded through me in rolling waves. "Yeeeees, Daddyy," I screamed, "I love your cooooock in my fuck holes."

"Oh, fucking fuck-fuck, I'm comiiiiiing," I babbled as wave after wave of pleasure flowed through me.

"Oh, I'm close too."

I wanted to take a break—reverse cowgirl is like an Olympic-level workout of squats--but hearing Papa was also close to having an orgasm, my inner submissiveness reasserted itself and forced me to give him pleasure back. I needed to use a different set of muscles to keep this up, so I swung my left leg, took out his throbbing dick, and quickly turned around. Facing him, I climbed back up on top of him.

His throbbing dick slid inside my pussy. I felt completely filled yet again. I closed my eyes, and my head moved up automatically. Putting my both hands on his leg, I leaned back, and without waiting, I started grinding his rock-hard dick slowly.

He let out a moan, "Oh yes, baby," probably loving the feeling of her daughter riding him.

"May I come again, Mistress?" Papa asked; his second orgasm was close.

"Oh, you dirty daughter fucker, you want to cum inside your whore daughter."

"Oh God, yesss Mistress."

"Will you eat your cum from my cunt afterward?"

"I'll even eat your asshole after your husband has cum inside it," Papa offered, trying to make it as dirty as possible.

"Cum again, Daddy-slut," I ordered. "Cum while thinking about sucking your son-in-law's dick."

The idea of Papa sucking my husband turned me on as I began to bounce on his dick once more.

Papa watched my euphoric facial expressions as I continued to slam myself on his cock. He moved his hand between my legs and began rubbing my clit. "You are a bad, bad booooy," I moaned loudly as he rubbed my clit furiously.

"Here it comes," Papa grunted as he deposited a load of his cum in his daughter's cunt.

"Oh yes, Daddy," I moaned, loving the feeling of cum exploding in my pussy, as Papa kept rubbing my clit roughly. I continued straddling, allowing him to deposit each and every drop of his sweet seed inside my hole.

"You are a mother fuckeeeer," I moaned. The expression made no sense under the circumstances, but the double pleasure of a cock in my pussy and the constant flicking on my clit was making me delirious.

In no time my own orgasm got close. Realizing that Papa moaned out, "Oh yes, big girl, cum for Daddy. Cum all over your Daddy's dick; I want you to cum for me." His dick was still hard as a rock.

"Beg!"

"Please Mistress, please cum on your Daddy's dick," Papa begged as he moved his hands off my clit and grabbed my ass to help me increase the speed. I bounced on his hard stick like a crazy bitch, up and down. The sound of our bed squeaking echoed all over the house.

"Oh God, oh God, fuuuuck!" I screamed as my second, although smaller, orgasm hit. I collapsed over Papa’s face but somehow managed to grab the bed frame.

I laughed, "You're a very bad Daddy." Still breathing heavily, my whole body was shivering, my thighs were sore, and my knees were aching.

But Papa didn’t intend to break off our scene. He started to lick my semi-erect nipples from that position and suggested, "Maybe you should discipline me."

As a matter of fact, I didn’t want to stop either. Even though my husband with his strong dominant nature gives me all the pleasure, domination, and humiliation I need, back to back to back fucks like this were out of reach for his body. I smiled and asked, "How many times can you fire that loaded weapon?"

"Lots.” He shrugged.

I climbed off his dick, grabbed a pillow, and put it behind my back. “Come lick your cum out of my cunt," I ordered, grabbing my thighs to spread my legs wide.

Papa smiled and started to move. "Stop, crawl."

He paused, looked at me submissively, and started to crawl. Somehow it turned me on, so I swirled my tongue all over my lips, making them wet. I put my one leg on his shoulder and biting my lips, demanded, "Not so fast, Daddy, you have to beg for it."

Papa still looking at me submissively, begged, "Please daughter, allow your father to lick his daughter's cunt... Please, daughter, allow your father to use his dirty tongue to clean up your sweet cunt... Please, daughter, allow your father to retrieve his own cum out of his daughter's cunt."

"Fuck! Tell me Daddy you won't mind licking your son-in-law's cum out of my pussy?"

"As a matter of fact, I already did."

"What!" I gasped.

"Yeah, I licked your lips when you were tied up in your bed."

"Fuck! You dirty old bastard!" I paused, moved my leg down from his shoulder, and spread as wide as possible. "Clean up your daughter, Daddy."

On all fours, Papa looked into my eyes, leaned down, touched his tongue to my clit, and slowly flicked it. A shiver ran down my spine and I moaned, "Oh God, you tease."

He then buried his face in my glistening pussy and licked my sticky wet lips. I closed my eyes and enjoyed that tongue working on my pussy lips slowly and sensually. My husband rarely goes down between my legs, but Papa, he sucked my entire clit into his mouth. "That feels so good, baby."

Recalling the sexy feeling of the foot fucking my husband very often tells me to give him, I purred, "Come closer Daddy."

Hearing that, he grabbed both my thighs with his strong hands and dragged me close to him. My head automatically fell back on the pillow.

I moved my legs underneath his body from both sides and placed my feet on either side of that sturdy cock. I moved my feet slowly as I said, "Let's get that cock working again."

"Oh!" He moaned on my pussy, stopped sucking, and looked up. "Your feet are so soft, your mother never..."

I had no interest in listening to him whining so I yanked his hair to pull his mouth back down to my pussy and said, "Please don't stop." It was less of a demand and more of a request. I still hadn't quite gotten out of my submissive nature.

He buried his face in my cunt and started to slurp, probably tasting his own cum while I began to stroke, slowly giving him a foot job. He increased the pressure and my screams became louder as my now inevitable orgasm began to rise. "Oh God, fuck, Daddy, now lick my cunt, suck it hard, make your daughter cum!"

He too moaned, his third orgasm beginning to explode. After a bit more aggressive stroking, he sprayed his cum. I could feel his warm sticky seed all over my soles, and a bit also flew over onto my ass.

After a weird orgasm from my feet, he moved up, put his tongue against my clit, and started to flick roughly. Out of nowhere, he shoved two fingers inside my cunt-hole, and curving them slightly, started to pull up and down. I could feel my G-spot getting hit inside by his fingers. He kept licking my clit, too, and fingering me like this for a minute or so. I raised my legs above his back and wrapped them around his body to pull him in as close to me as I could.

"Oh God, you got it, you got it, Daddy, oh fuck, oh fuck, yes, uh, ah, uuuuuuuuuh, fuuuuuuck, I'm coming Daaaaaaddy, don't stoooooop!!!" I screamed, grabbing my father's head along with my legs to add even more pressure against my exploding cunt.

It was easily the best, most intense, toe-tingling, leg-stiffening, cunt-dripping, mind-numbing orgasm I had ever experienced. Pleasure pulsed through my very being, and I knew in this moment of euphoria what Heaven feels like.

As his fingers got out of my cunt, suddenly I felt so empty. I parted my legs, leaving him room to move. Being tired after multiple orgasms, Papa looked up and smiled. I seductively flicked my index finger and ordered, "Come kiss me, Daddy, kiss your daughter with your filthy cum dripping mouth."

He obediently crawled back to me, his dick now soft. Once close, I placed my tongue on his and we tenderly kissed, tasting my own cum. After a couple of minutes, I broke the kiss, pushed him on the bed, and climbed on top of him. Just like in my childhood, Papa embraced me with both hands. I hugged him back, closed my eyes, and lay on top of him. Well, maybe not exactly like in my childhood—we never used to hug naked and covered in cum.

My heartbeat gradually slowed. I felt a brief moment of acceptance of what I had just done, but at the same time felt somewhat guilty about cheating on my husband. "Papa, I just cheated on my husband, Samar."

"So did I."

"What do you mean?" I asked, still in the same position.

"I too cheated on your mom, for Sheela"

"My mother-in-law," I gasped, even though there could be thousands of people with the same name.

"Yes."

"What are you talking about?" Suddenly surprised, I moved up and looked at him.

"First I fucked Sheela and tried to hide it. When your mother found out, she was furious at first, but then she warmed to the idea of a three-way relationship. A few times I even fucked your mother while Sheela watched. Just like now.”

My heart started to pound. “Just like now?”

"Yeah, she’s right there." He raised his finger and pointed to the hallway outside the door, which had been open since I got into this room.

I followed his finger and saw my mother-in-law standing in a shadow, wearing only a black thong, playing with her nipples and watching us.

"What the fuck!"

To be continued...