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 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.
