The house was quiet, but not dark, as Ariel tiptoed up the stairs. Her daddy, always thinking of her, had left one of the downstairs lamps on, so she could see coming into the house.
She giggled mischievously, reaching the second floor, padding down the hallway, another light there left on for her.
I'm coming, Daddy...
His door was closed, but not locked, so she slipped inside.
Although it was dark, she knew her way around, so she was at his bed in no time, carefully easing the blanket off him. A grumble came through the shadows, but there was no other reaction, even when she then just as carefully eased herself onto the bed.
She found his boxers, and deftly slipped his cock out. As her eyes adjusted, she leaned forward, and gave the head a kiss. A shudder ran over her, the arousal further muddling her mind along with the plentiful alcohol she had drank.
The frat party had been fun, and of course, she had received her fair share of male attention, but the entire time she had been thinking about her plan. Several times, she had looked around the room, seeing all the people gathered to drink, hang out, and hook up.
They don't know I'm going to go home and suck my daddy's dick.
The thought had always sent a shiver over her, her increasing drunkenness mixing in with her excitement. That excitement had been misread by several of the guys at the party, including one she had danced with for a little while, grinding her ass back invitingly while thinking again of her plan. His disappointment when she had left the party a little later had made her giggle, not because it had been amusing by itself, but because he had been unaware of the real reason she was going home.
She closed her lips over her daddy's cock, sucking softly, the subtle musk hitting her tongue. One hand wrapped around the base, while the other snuck down, dipping under her dress and sneaking into her panties.
God, I'm so wet...
A few fingers stroked over her slit, collecting the flowing juices. Another shudder ran over her, and she eased the fingers inside herself, working her lips around the head of his length, the firm flesh twitching from the slick warmth smothering it. She cooed, letting her tongue wriggle over it, feeling it twitch again.
It felt like forever ago that her daddy had fucked her twice in two successive days. Last Thursday, after her initial proposal the week before had been thoroughly shot down, he had bent her over the kitchen table after a bad date and too much alcohol, before slinking up to bed. The next day, when she had returned home from campus giddy at the thought of their new relationship, he had apologized for what he had interpreted as rape. But after a little cajoling, he had thrown her down onto the couch for round two. That time, the regret had hit him much quicker, only seconds after they had finished, and he had run off, to think over what had happened. When he had returned, it had been with a seemingly strong resolve against the idea of them having a sexual relationship. And while she had accepted that resolve to his face, she had immediately started thinking about how best to break it.
Since then, she had played the role of the normal daughter, but had simply been biding her time so he would let his guard down. His relief at her apparent acceptance of his resolve had been palpable, and he had gradually let that guard down.
Although he had soundly rejected the idea of having her as a fuck buddy, the lustful enthusiasm he had displayed twice now showed that his resolve was not as strong as he might have thought. The first time, alcohol and her skimpy clothes had eroded that resolve. The second time, her shameless entreaties had done the trick. This time, it would be a sneak attack.
You want me, Daddy. I know you do. You just can't get past the fact that I'm your daughter.
His cock began to swell thanks to her breathless adoration. She sucked softly, cooing again as it surged towards full size in her mouth. The naughtiness of this illicit act made her arousal mount. Her fingers slipped deeper into her channel, more juices flowing out around them.
Slowly but surely, her eyes adjusted to the darkness. She came off that cock, biting her lip as she remembered how it had felt inside her, claiming her pussy, fucking her into a glorious ecstasy. After another kiss at the head, she closed her lips around it again, dropping them further down the stiffening shaft. Her hand moved now, sliding up towards her mouth. A low groan came from her daddy, but he did not stir further.
Her pleasure started to rise. The arousal swirling through her was potent, and her fingers worked steadily, squishing through her bountiful juices. Even as she masturbated, her own pleasure was not her focus, as she slurped at her daddy's cock, luxuriating in how the firm meatiness felt in her mouth, in the way it twitched mindlessly, in the subtle flavor of his musk. Her saliva dribbled past her lips, staining the shaft, the little trickles shining dully in the dark.
Her eyes trailed up over her daddy's bare stomach and chest, and up to his face, a sigh spilling from her as she gazed at his handsome features, the daughterly love she held so deeply for him mingling with lust.
While her suggestion that he take her as a fuck buddy had been initially made out of that daughterly love and a desire to help him, her continued push for such a relationship admittedly had a slightly selfish bent to it now, thanks to the way he had taken charge of the proceedings. Her natural sexual submissiveness had been perfectly complemented by his assertiveness. Although she would have happily given herself to him without such assertiveness, now she knew there would be plenty of pleasure and delight for her, from the actual act of sex and not just the satisfaction of helping him.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the first bead of pre-cum seeping forth onto her tongue, the light, slightly bitter tang making her coo around her mouthful.
She took in the peacefulness of her daddy's slumber and found herself remembering how he had taken control both times they had fucked, the possessive passion unleashed on her, the relentless strength keeping her bent over the kitchen table and pinned to the couch. Her lips dropped lower onto his shaft, a quiver running over her as she imagined him taking control and forcing her to fit every inch of him down her throat.
More pre-cum oozed onto her tongue, mixing with her saliva. She kept her hand to a steady pace, feeling the meat throb in her grip, her effort offering plenty of stimulation.
Her daddy stirred now, and she purred, the sound muffled by his cock but still audible.
Wake up, Daddy...
Her pussy clutched around her fingers, a lewd excitement gripping her.
He stirred again, another low groan coming out next.
Her lips dropped lower, the length filling her mouth, her lips and chin stained with her saliva.
"What the...?"
He shifted, and then the light clicked on. Her eyes blinked a few times, adjusting to the sudden light, seeing him come up onto his elbows and look down at her, confusion on his face.
"Ariel..." he said blearily, the haze of sleep still clouding his mind, "what're you doing?"
Her only answer was a cheeky smirk, and then she dropped her lips lower, the head starting to nudge into her throat.
I've never deep throated anyone before, but I'll learn how for you...
"Ariel, what're you doing?" he repeated, his confusion tinged with pleasure.
She came off his cock, and gave him another cheeky smirk, her hand still stroking steadily.
"What does it look like, Daddy? I'm sucking your dick."
A look of understanding dawned as the haze of sleep slowly lifted.
And then he hurled himself away, his shaft slipping suddenly from her hand.
"What the fuck are you doing?!"
She giggled, crawling seductively towards him.
"Give me back that dick..."
Speechlessness took him over for a few seconds. She neared him, reaching out for his shaft, but he scurried off the bed and put it back inside his boxers.
"Come on, Daddy..."
"What the fuck are you doing, Ariel?!"
She rolled her eyes, and then rolled over onto her back, stretching languidly, showing off her cleavage, letting her dress ride up over her hips a bit to show off her panties as well.
"You already asked that..."
More anger surged in his expression.
"What is wrong with you?!"
"Don't be mean," she purred, rolling back onto her stomach, and reaching out again for his shaft. "Just...give me back that dick..."
His hand closed around hers, the grip tight and firm, making her bite her lip. He stepped forward, and with his other hand tugging at her jacket, heaved her up onto her knees. Neediness bubbled up inside her as she stared at him, drinking in the anger on his face, noticing lingering desire there as well.
"I like when you get rough," she murmured, her free hand sneaking back in between her thighs.
"Stop it!" he shouted, intercepting that hand, and yanking it away from its destination.
Both her hands were now in his grip. She smiled sultrily, and leaned forward, kissing at his chest.
"Come on," she urged in between affectionate kisses, "throw me down and fuck me. Or use my mouth. I've never deep throated anyone, but maybe tonight you can make me do it for you...hold my head down until I choke on your dick..."
"Jesus Christ, Ariel!" he shouted, shoving her forward.
She squealed, landing on her back on the bed, eagerly spreading her legs.
"Take me, please..."
"Get out of my room," he said tersely, his jaw set, his teeth gritted, his eyes blazing with an actual, non-sexual anger.
In her drunkenness, she ignored that inconvenient detail.
"I know you want me, Daddy," she told him breathlessly, coming up onto her knees, keeping her thighs spread to show off her panties.
His anger dimmed for a moment as his eyes narrowed.
"Are you drunk?"
She giggled.
"Yeah."
"You didn't drive home, did you?"
She shook her head.
"I took an Uber. The car's back on campus."
"Oh," he said simply, his paternal instinct briefly overriding his anger. "Good."
"Do I get a reward for doing the right thing?" she asked coquettishly, her hand sneaking back in between her thighs.
His anger flared up again.
