It runs in the family, I guess. My sister was a slut, and I've been told that my mom was also a slut. She left the family when I was young, she wasn't a good mom either. Supposedly she's was on streets bending over for drugs, and went missing one day.
Anyway, I'm the type of girl you'd pick up in a bar, have sex that night, and forget about her the next day. Like a prostitute, but cheap as fuck, since I only cost a few drinks.
I've kept my body in shape since I started developing. I have a long blonde hair that reaches mid-back, 35C- 20-39 body. In layman's term - I have a normal sized breast, a very thin waist and very nice ass. As most other attractive girls probably did, I took advantage of myself for goodies. High school for example, I got under teachers for grades, I flashed boys for drugs, and had sex with the neighbors for rides.
Almost every night I had threesome with my dad and sister, and often we'd bring our boyfriends or neighbors for a better time. When I was in college, I dedicated myself to all the boys at parties. I couldn't even recognize the boys who fucked me at least ten times. But thankfully, the wonderful condom and birth control pills kept me STD and pregnancy free.
I remember when my sister and I spotted each other having sex with a boy at a party. Actually, she was having sex with three boys, and I just happened to be in the same room with my boyfriend. We were both shocked, and didn't talk to each other until that weekend. We stared at each other, and started cracking up. Then it lead onto kisses, tongues, eating each other out and finally ideas on how to seduce our dad. We were sure that he had good sex from his clients and secretary, but we wanted to give ourselves to him. We wanted to give him what was already his, but were forbidden to have.
I was eighteen, and my sister nineteen back then. He finally gave in after weeks of us walking around the house naked, and grabbed my butt and stuck his big cock up my little pussy. Then he apologized for hours and hours, until I got on my knees and told him it was okay, then gave him the best blowjob I possibly could. I swear that from that day on, he was a true happy man. We slept together every night on his bed, and every night would be another good night blessed by sex.
Then my sister moved onto college, and I was the only one to serve dad. Some nights he seemed depressed and was really rough on me. He would tie me up, then call a few of his friends to enjoy me. It started with his best friends, then his most valued clients, normal clients, employees, and down to gaining clients by offering me to them. He woke up from that trance when I told him how bad of a father he was. He cried and apologized to me.
Anyway, what I really want to talk about is the wedding of my sister. I was nineteen and she was twenty. She met some sweet talker from Los Angeles, and they decided that marriage was a good decision. The day was tough beginning from the morning. Dad placed his cock on my lips while I was in the bed. As an instinct, I opened my mouth to let it in and sucked him.
Not long after, he pulled it away. Normally he relaxed while I suck him off, so I opened my eyes to see what was happening. He dragged himself lower and placed his cock on my asshole and slowly pushed it in. He grabbed my tits from behind and humped me slowly. It felt so good sliding in and out, but then my saliva quickly rubbed away and the dry friction started to hurt me.
"Daddy, it hurts!" I screeched at him.
"Just hold on." He said, pushing his cock in farther.
"Daddy!!"
"Just a minute!" He shouted, and I kept my mouth shut. "Ohh fuck." He sighed, and I could feel cum pumping into my asshole. Even when he was done, he left it in there and played with my tits.
"Daddy, Sydney gets married today, remember?"
"I knew I fucking forgot something!" He yelled out loud, and quickly got himself up. "When is it?"
"It's in two hours." I told him.
We ran into the shower together, but we didn't waste any time cleaning ourselves up. Then I ran into my room, which was basically being used as a closet for a few years now since I slept with my dad, and took out a pink silky dress. I particularly liked this dress because of it's skirt, which was barely enough to cover my thighs, but very formal. It was loose enough to attract attention when there was wind, and tight enough to show the curve of my butt.
"Hurry it up Linda!"
"I'm ready, I'm ready!" I talked to myself as I ran down the stairs. He was already in his suit waiting in the car.
"How long do we have?" I asked, adjusting my top.
"Approximately... one and half hour. But since we have to talk to the guests and stuff, I'll leave it to an hour."
"The church is about forty five minutes away." I sighed in relief.
"Well, let's go then." He started the engine.
We listened to the radio on the way, and laughed at some corny jokes. When it was red light, he placed his hand between my skirt and played with me through the thong, even though it didn't cover much. We were so shocked when the car next to us honked their horn. I decided to give them a show by bending my seat back, and pulling my panties to my ankle, then placing my ankles on the window.
"That'll be enough, Linda." My dad stated using his "I am serious" tone, and I brought my leg down and put my panties back where it was.
"Good job girl, you just attracted a cop." He blamed me, pulling over. I looked back and saw a police car with its sirens on.
"Don't say anything, let daddy handle it."
The policeman walked to the driver's window.
"May I see your drivers license and registration please."
"Yes, yes... here.." Dad stuttered. I guess he wasn't expecting a hulky 6 ft guy with arms thick as his face.
"Hi officer, we're really in a hurry here. You see, my sister is getting married today-"
