Around 5:30 that night I had already finished almost half a bottle of Vodka , combined with not eating all day I was fully rocked. I had quasi passed out on the couch in a drunken stooper when I heard my dad get home. I had such apathy I didn't even care. He took one look at me and realized I was wasted. To my surprise he seemed to be nurturing about it. I was expecting angry but he sat next to me on the couch and rubbed my head. He was showing me the kind of attention and affection I hadn't seen from him in over a decade. With a very soft-spoken tone he told me I was too drunk and needed to even out or I would be sick. He went to the kitchen, got me a Gatoraid and told me to drink it. He continued to be gentle and nice. He then headed up to his room saying he would be right back. I sat up and started to drink my Gatoraid, trying my best to sober up a little.
He came back down and poured a little bit of coke out on the coffee table. He then handed me a rolled up bill and told me to snort it. I said I was too fucked up already and he told me that's why I needed to do that. It would level me out and sober me up. I leaned over the table and did two lines followed by one more a minute later. He was right; I started to feel less drunk pretty quickly. For a few minutes I was enjoying the interaction with my dad. He seemed like he was genuinely concerned about me and trying to help. This was the best conversation we had in years.
I did a few more lines and became more awake. I was still on the couch and my father was sitting on the love seat adjacent to where I was. We were bull shitting a little and I was getting my bearings straight when he looked at me and said "come over here and show daddy what you learned last night". My stomach dropped like I was on a rollercoaster. I didn't say anything in response but he just stared at me and a heavy silence filled the room. The weight of the silence became unbearable so I broke it by telling him I didn't want to.
"If you don't come and suck daddy's cock like a good whore then I'm going to have to punish you again". Do you want to get punished again"? I replied with a very soft "no" while staring down at the floor. "Then don't make me have to punish you. Remember what happens to girls that act like entitled princesses". Even drunk and high I could still feel how sore my asshole was. I was willing to do anything to not endure that again so I just said "okay".
I still hadn't moved from where I was sitting so he impatiently said "any day". I got up from where I was and walked over to him. Standing in front of him while he was still just sitting there I had no idea what to do. I was so ashamed of myself. Ashamed at how easily I was following his directions. Ashamed at what was about to happen. Just ashamed in general that this was my existence and I didn't even put up a fight. "Get down on your knees" he directed me. I did as I was told and kneeled in front of him. I kneeled between his legs while he remained sitting on the loveseat unsure how to proceed and another heavy silence filled the living room. "Anytime now" he said with a slightly annoyed tone.
I realized he wasn't going to make this any easier on me so I reached forward and began to unbuckle his belt. After his belt I unbuttoned his suit pants and unzipped the fly. I could feel his cock start to grow and twitch through his thin pants. He arched his back, lifting his ass off the seat. I instinctually understood what he wanted and slid his pants and underwear down. I slid them all the way down to his ankles. In a bid to buy myself some time and delay the inevitable I began to take his shoes off. First his left followed by the right and then his socks. I then slid his pants and underwear the rest of the way off and placed them on the floor beside me. He slid down and spread his legs further fully exposing himself to me.
I looked back up from his feet and could see his balls hanging low. His cock was hanging there as well, not quite hard but clearly starting to swell. I knew I had to get started but I was very apprehensive. He wasn't fully hard yet so I was going to have to grab him with my hand to get him into my mouth. For some reason I didn't want to touch him with my hand, it just felt too intimate. I realized that with all the fucked up things that had gone on since I had been back I still had not crossed that barrier where I willingly grab a hold of him. There was no other option so I reached forward with my right hand and grabbed his soft cock wrapping my fingers around the shaft.
My dad interlocked his fingers and put his hands behind his head letting out a sigh with a very satisfied look on his face. I leaned in and finally just guided his cock into my mouth. I instantly noticed that it smelled and tasted much better this time. I began sucking on him and taking him all the way in to the base. I was taking advantage of him not being fully hard yet, hoping that deepthroating him now would mean that I didn't have to do it once he was bigger. As I sucked on him and used my hands to pump back and forth I could feel him getting harder in my mouth. He was growing and it was becoming difficult to fully suck him. I let his cock out of my mouth and began to lick up and down the shaft. I was staying focused on the task at hand and keeping my eyes down around his dick so I could avoid looking at him or seeing his face.
