Dad wasn't my first, he wasn't even my tenth. We'd gone inside laughing, & all the people around us, some strangers but mostly friends & actors we'd known for years were laughing with us. We had sex with each other for the first time in the master bedroom. People were there when we first came in but they trickled out, & then I was bouncing on his dick & we were fucking each other's brains out. It crossed my mind that he was cheating on Mom - but even that thought barely registered & was just something I noted. We hadn't even paused for protection, he'd slid right in. It felt like we'd been doing it forever. Just two adults who found each other attractive, hooking up at a party.
My head was fuzzy but clear enough to know what we were doing was incest, & here's the thing, it made the sex even better. Don't get me wrong, my father's a fantastic lay, all the women who've had him over the years will tell you as much, but the fact it was so wrong, so taboo, heightened everything. Even now, just thinking about it, makes masturbation so much better, so much more intense. The secret makes me so horny that my boyfriend unknowingly reaps the benefits.
The owner of the place, his old friend, who I guess I'll call 'Oscar' to make things simpler, came in while we were screwing, did some more blow & watched us. He jerked himself off on a reclining chair. Another man, one of the young actors, who you'd recognise from a certain CW series, came in looked at Dad & I fucking on the bed, looks at Oscar touching himself on a chair, & sucked him off. I hadn't even known the guy went both ways. I didn't really think much about the fact we were being watched, people often watch each other at these kinds of parties. So Dad & I hooked up, & it hadn't seemed like a big deal, as hard as that must be to imagine.
What really should have been shocking is that it didn't seem shocking & we kept doing it. Now that Mom's virtually straight-edge for her business, Dad & I will sometimes run into each other at a party. But usually, we arrange it in advance with Oscar. He's one of those guys with influence & has some serious kinks he spends a lot of money indulging. Spends even more money hiding from the public. Money & power, everywhere you look in LA, there's money & power & youth & sex. He's obsessed with watching Dad fuck me. He loves that it's real life incest, loves that he's known me forever.
Dad loves to show off. Actors, right? I don't fuck anyone else at these things, but at Oscar's place, it's a bit like being on stage. I wear my hottest underwear, & Dad will fuck me in the cunt, or the ass, or the mouth, & everyone who's been invited tries to get a good view. The biggest audience we had was 6 people (2 of them women), but mostly, including Oscar, it'll be 2 or 3 regulars who are invited to the 'private show'. It's become a bit of an exclusive ticket.
We use Oscar's fuck room (it seems like all rich men in LA have one), it's full of BDSM equipment. We don't need props though, in fact, I can only think of one time we used anything. The taboo nature of incest, the fact that it turns me on so fucking much, means I'm usually soaking wet before we even get in there; I'm soaking wet now, as I type this & when my boyfriend gets home I'm going to cum on his dick.
I love being watched as Dad & I fuck each other. I love that the guests aren't meant to touch me, but how they'll walk around us & lean down to get a close look at Dad sticking his dick or his tongue (or once, at his friend's urging & as a favour to him, the Oscar statuette) inside his daughter. I have the best orgasms when we fuck each other. I don't call him 'daddy' like some adult trying to pretend to be a child, he doesn't make me cringe with weird phrases ripped from Pornhub, we just fuck. We fuck a lot. The sex is great. The secret's amazing.
Sometimes, depending on the position we're in, we can watch him entering me, even watch our reflection in a mirror, see Dad's long dick being thrust deep inside, & the lips of my pussy gripping it as he tries to slide out. When that happens, I cum like I'm being electrocuted, I lose my mind. It's the taboo that makes it hot, the risk we take whenever we do it, the knowledge that he's fucking his own flesh & blood. That we're both using each other's bodies to get off together & that we're so attracted to each other that we don't even think too much about what we stand to lose. That's not to say we're not careful, not discreet, but we're buffered by the group we're in. We're not even the only incestuous couple in Hollywood, although we seem to be the only ones that keep doing it & do it in front of others.
Mom doesn't know. Of course she doesn't. She'd be horrified. It's one thing for Dad to hook up with fans, or assistants, or other actors on set. It would be unforgivable if she found out he was regularly fucking their only offspring, & doing so in a circle of his industry friends as they watched & jerked & sucked each other off. My boyfriend also has no idea. I love fucking Dad, we have a lot of fun, but the thing that gets me off is how forbidden it is. I don't know if we'll ever stop, now that we know how amazing it feels. I'm wet just thinking about it. Maybe I'll text him, see what he's doing later.
