SUMMARY: This is a complete work of fiction. This is Chapter Seven of the events that transpired after an unexpected experience between Danielle and her dad at a fertility clinic. This chapter concludes this series. How do you think this scenario will end? Read and find out!
All characters in this story are 18 or older.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: As I mentioned above, this is the last chapter of this series. I am retiring these characters after this final entry. I hope you enjoy how I concluded this story. Happy reading!
STORY:
Chapter Seven.
Something changed between me and my father the day I let him fuck my tits. I don't exactly why, but I certainly didn't mind. Maybe that really had been his final layer of resistance, and once we went down the taboo road of father fucking his daughter's breasts, there wasn't anything else to protest about. It was almost comical that a good old titty-fuck seemed to hold more weight than actual sexual penetration. But no matter how it stacked up, I was thrilled with what happened next.
The experience had left me changed, too. Internally. I had never done anything like that before. But more than that, not only was the act of having someone get off using my cleavage quite kinky, doing it with my own father was the icing on the cake for me. If I thought I had been addicted to my dad before, then I didn't know what addiction truly was.
The month following that fateful day in my bedroom with my breasts wrapped sensually around my father's cock, we became a lot more physical with each other. I gave him six blowjobs and three hand jobs that month, and we even had one more experience where he rode my cleavage again until he came all over the upper part of my chest. He also ate me out nearly a dozen times in return (to full orgasm each time.) It was hot, and erotic, and naughty and wonderful all at once.
Unfortunately, despite the apparent lowering (or removal) of his defenses, he was still reluctant to go the full mile with me and have sex again, despite me hinting about it on multiple occasions. And the more "other" things we did with each other, the more I craved it. I felt almost desperate to feel his cock in me again.
All of this leads to a Friday night, nearly five weeks after the first titty-fucking incident. We had just finished having dinner and I went to change into my pajamas. I picked a silky black camisole shirt and a pair of cotton shorts. As usual, I didn't bother putting my panties back on. I usually slept without them, most nights.
My dad was relaxing with a bottle of wine in the living room when I came in after changing. He glanced at me as I walked in and started to turn away but looked again. Wow. I guess my outfit was sexier than I thought if it made him do a double-take like that. That made me feel good. It was a compliment without saying anything. That made me decide that tonight I'd offer to give him another blowjob. My pussy started tingling just thinking about it.
Surprisingly, it was my dad who started our conversation this time. It was always me, so this was a first.
"I decided something," he said simply and then took another sip of his wine.
"Oh yeah?" I asked, looking at him. I couldn't help checking out his crotch to see if he was hard, but I couldn't tell. He was still wearing his jeans and a green long-sleeve shirt. The sleeves were tight on him, putting his muscles on display. It looked really good on him.
"Yeah," he said. Then he took another drink. When he spoke, his words sounded just slightly strained. "I decided I'm ready to go back to that clinic and have my vasectomy."
Frowning, I stared at him. He gave me a quick glance but looked away, then buried his face in his wine glass once more. That was weird. Why was he acting weird about this? That was what he had wanted to do originally, anyway. But I was curious, so I asked, "Why now?"
Another surprise came as I watched his cheeks turn a bright, rosy red. Huh? He was... embarrassed? Well, this was interesting. He tipped his glass up again and finished the last little swig of wine at the bottom. He swallowed the wine, but then swallowed a few more times. I waited patiently to see if he would answer my question.
Finally, my dad said, "I-I think I'm ready to start having sex again."
I sat forward in my seat, curiosity going crazy in my brain. What was this? Squirming where I sat, I felt the tingling get even stronger between my legs. Oh, I liked where I thought this conversation was heading. But I didn't want to get ahead of myself. He could be thinking about starting to date. And lord knows, my daddy was probably ready to get laid. If only he would just use me for it.
He stood and I watched as he left the room, heading toward the kitchen. He came back in less than a minute, with a freshly filled glass of wine. When he sat back down and took a sip, I called softly to him, "Daddy?"
He cleared his throat and looked my way. "Yeah?"
Biting my lip, I felt nervous suddenly. But I spit my question out anyway. "Does what happened when we had sex have anything to do with it?"
He frowned at me and asked, "What do you mean?"
Going from just biting to fully chewing on my lip, I looked away from him. The memories of that night flooded my head. Despite all the other sexual things we had done, that night was still my favorite. I felt my body heating up. Not looking at him, I spoke quietly, "Because you almost came inside me."
"Uhh..." he started, then cleared his throat again.
When he didn't add anything else, I prodded, "Does it have to do with that?"
