Katie was trying her very best to be quiet. It was 40 minutes after she had promised to be in and she was expecting trouble. Her father didn't seem in the best of moods lately, she tried her hardest to keep him happy but he had become distant and irritable with her. Katie didn't like it much as they had always had a close relationship, but she couldn't blame him for feeling awful since her mother had left them a year ago. She had sent her father a text message to say she would be late, but had no reply so assumed he was asleep.
Katie was a little more drunk than she could comfortably hide, and the last thing she needed was to wake anyone up and draw attention to herself. The key fumbled in the lock for what seemed like an eternity before slowly pushing into the barrel. Katie turned the key and silently pushed the door open. The hallway was dark except for the moonlight splashes on the tiled floor. She immediately took off her shoes after closing the door, so as not to make a noise going up the stairs.
Her thoughts turned to her father; she hoped he was ok and that his mood would return to normal soon. She missed the little things like being able to sit on his lap without him getting grumpy, or snugging up on the sofa for more than 5 minutes before he decided he had something more important to do. It had been her 18th birthday 3 months ago and, although he and gone to an awful amount of effort to organise a big party, great presents and even paid for a weekend break with three of her friends; she'd had very little of the thing she wanted most. Simply some time and attention from her father.
Her softly falling feet finally reached the top of the stairs, and she began to creep along the landing towards her room. As she passed her fathers room, she heard low voices and paused to listen. She couldn't hear enough to make out words, but they sounded kind of frantic and excitable. She suddenly felt a panic "who the hell has he got in there?" she thought to herself, at the same time as trying to ignore the jealous feeling deep inside her. In an instant, she decided she absolutely had to know what was going on and plucked up the drunken courage to crack open the door and get a sneaky look.
She silently and slowly turned the knob and eased the door open slightly. What she saw next made her draw in a sharp breath in surprise and shock. She could see her father side on, standing by the edge of the bed naked, and stroking his fully erect cock, his eyes looking at something out of her view. Her own eyes bulged as she took in the scene fully, she could not remember the last time she had seen her fathers cock, but it definitely didn't look anything like this, it was huge! Not massively long, but god it looked thick. He was circumcised too, so his purple head flared out where it met the thick shaft.
"Ohhh, I bet that would feel amazing in me" she thought and simultaneously felt a tingle between her legs and a feeling of confusion. She knew she shouldn't have feelings like this about her father, but was helpless in controlling them. Try as she might to deny her emotions, occasionally she got caught off guard. For as long as she could remember, she had always fancied her dad, idolised him even. There had been boyfriends, but no one lasted very long as they couldn't possibly match the high bar in her mind, that had been unknowingly set by her father.
She continued to silently watch him stroking back and forth, mesmerised by the sight. She could hear a little clearer now that the door was open, but still couldn't see enough to tell if there was anyone else in the room. Fuelled by her desire to know, she gently pushed the door another inch. Nothing. And another inch, she didn't dare go any further for fear of being caught. His strokes were getting quicker now, and he was starting to make little moaning noises. Katie leaned across the door a little more to get a better view. She could see that he was watching a porn movie, the usual thing, a massively oversized cock slamming into a tiny, much younger girl doggy-style.
Her father's grunts became more frequent and Katie looked back at him, his brow was starting to sweat and his face was screwed up in the look of a man completely engrossed in pleasure. She looked at the screen again to see the scene change. The girl was down on her knees now, taking the guys cock right down the back of her throat. Katie noticed that the guy was much older and that the girl was wearing the remnants of a school uniform. The girl removed the cock from her throat, strands of spit stringing out over her chin and chest as she did so. Katie really wanted to rub her swelling clit, but didn't dare to move in case she made a noise. The girl in the movie looked up at the man and sweetly said;
"Are you gonna give me your cum?"
