Comforting my drunk father at night.

Comforting my drunk father at night.

My drunk father comes to my room late at night looking for some comfort and pleasure.

*this is a fictional story and none of the events happened. Everyone is over 18*

Thank goodness the day is finally over with. After spending all day cleaning, cooking and getting the groceries, I am exhausted.

I listen out for my dad and can hear him arguing with someone. Walking towards the back deck, I spy him and his girlfriend yelling at each other. They fight more than they getting along. I'm not even sure why he is still with her. I get that she is a hot blonde that most men would go for but her personality is as fake as most of her body. Sighing, I head upstairs to my room and try to tune them out.

I swear it's as if my father likes to he miserable. My mother died when I was 5 and it has been just us until, he started dating Olivia 6 months ago. I still remember when he introduced her to me the weekend I turned 18, not the surprise I was hoping for. I knew right away that she was going to make our lives terrible. But my father is 39 and lonely. I knew he had hook up here and there but between working and raising me, he never had much time for romance, which was a shame, since he is a gorgeous man. Women always did a double take anywhere he went. Being 6'3 with dark hair, sapphire blue eyes, and toned body, he was a walking sex icon. I won't lie and say I haven't had my own fantasies about him but I always try to push them away. Once in my room I decide to take a quick shower before I good to sleep. Rushing through my shower and night time routine, wore me out even more that I slipped into bed naked and passed out as soon as I laid my head on my pillow.

The loud creak of floorboards and slamming sound woke me up.

"Shhh... damn floors. Why are are these floors so loud." I heard my dad's slured voice in my room. Rubbing my eyes awake, I could barely make out the outline of father leaning on my vanity.

"Dad, what are doing in my room? It's the middle of the night." I ask, pushing my self into a sitting position while holding my sheets against my bare chest, as I reached to turn on my lamp. I could finally see just how drunk my dad truly was. He was only in his black boxers. Damn why did i have to fall asleep naked.

"I. I didnt want to be alone tonight." He pushed off the vanity and head towards me. "Olivia and I broke up and I just didnt want to be alone with my thoughts anymore."

Oh shit, well that explains why he's drunk.

Once he finally stumbles his away towards me he grips my blankets and tries to pull them down.

Panicking, I grip them tighter around me. "No, wait!" I screech.

"Why? I just want to spend time with my favorite girl and cuddle you"

Why one more hard yank, he was able to finally rip my blankets off of me.

Gasping, I tried to use one arm to cover my large boobs and the other to grab my blankets.

Before, I pull the blankets over me, my dad gripped my wrist stopping me from being able to cover myself.

"Isabela, stop!" His voice boomed through the room. "Why are you naked?" He voice sounded husky.

"I too tired to try to put clothes on after my shower so I just fell asleep like this." I whispered.

"Hmmm" was his only response.

We stayed like this for a few moments, his eyes roaming over my body.

"Drop you arms and lean back Isabela." He demanded

I could stare at him in shock

"Now!" He yelled

Fear gripped me, and I did as he asked. My father was never spoken to me like that.

"Fuck, you look so much like her." He whispered as he pulled his boxers off. My eyes widen as I took in his long thick semi erect shaft. Damn, how the hell did he fuck women without breaking them in half.

"You have her dark curly hair and her beautiful big brown eyes that captive me the same way hers did. But those big boobs and curves are all you. I'm not sure where you got the genes for this sexy body but damn im glad you did." He crawled into my bed and kneeled beside me. Slowly he reached and palmed my boob.

Shock and fear kept me paralyzed. What the hell is happening?!

"Dad?" I asked quietly

"It's okay, sweetie, daddy just needs to feel you right now. You are going to be a good girl and let me right?" He said as he dragged his eyes to meet mine.

I knew I should push him away and run somewhere he cant reach me until he sober up but the dark part of me that fantasized about him pushed for me to accept this. He's so drunk, he won't even remember tonight, so why not enjoy it. Tomorrow he won't even know what happened and I will pretend it was just another one of my wets dreams about him.

"Yes" I let slip through my lips

"That's my good girl." He said before leaning down and sucking my nipples into his warm mouth.

Moaning, I arched my body closer to him as he licked and flicked my nipple with his tongue.

With his other hand he pinched my other nipple, making sure to play with both.

Popping his mouth off, he leaned over me smashed his lip on mine. Responding to him, I parted my lips allowed him to explore and devour my lips and tongue. The kiss was messy and wet but I didnt care, I just wanted more.

Parting my legs, I tried to wrapped them around his hips and pull down on to me but it seems he had another idea.

"Not yet, I need to taste you first, before I fuck you long and hard through the night."

"Holy shit, yes please."

"That's my girl" he voice grew even huskier.

He slid down my body, kissing and nipping as went, until he reach my already wet pussy.

Feeling his hot breath on my pussy was driving me closer tighter with need.

"Damn sweetie, you pussy smells devine. I need to know if it taste as amazing as Ive imagined it to be."

Wait he imagined eating me out? Fuck I feel like it could cum at any moment.

"Daddy, please."I begged.

"Please what?"

"I need you make me cum with your mouth daddy."

"Fuck sweetheart, how could I ever say no to you."

Feeling his tongue licking and stabbing my pussy drove my pleasure higher and higher.

"You taste even better than I could have imagined. I don't know why I waited this long to eat you."

"Stop talking and fuck me with your tongue" gripping his hair, I pushed him back down between my legs.

Damn my daddy knows exactly what to do his tongue. How am I supposed to only have this one night and pretend it never happened?

He kept going from my nub back down to my cunt, pushing me towards the edge and just when I was about to fall over, he would slow down. He did this for a while, driving me mad with need.

"Daddy, please Let me cum! I don't know how much more I can take."

"Oh sweetie, I know you can take much more, but I should you a little bit of mercy tonight."

Sucking on my clit again, he curled two fingers inside of me hitting that spot none of the other guys id been with have been able to find. Arching my back, I screamed as my orgasm washed over me. I couldn't move my body left like jelly. I barely registered that my dad had move back up until his lips were on mine again.

I could taste myself on him and I wish the night would never end.

"I'm going to fuck you now love." He whispered into my mouth just before I felt his huge cock slam into me. I yelped in pain at the rough intrusion. He stayed still for a moment letting me adjust to his size.

Moaning, I rolled my hips, letting him know I wanted him to move. He finally started to move but not fast enough for me.

"More, daddy. I need you fuck me harder."

He sped up and slammed harder and harder into me, making my bed slam into the wall. With each thrust I could feel him driving towards another orgasm

"Damn Izzie, your pussy was made to take my cock wasn't it?"

He was right, my pussy felt like it was meant to be fucked by him and only him. Like a lock and a key. His cock was the key to my orgasms.

"Yes!" I screamed "I was born to take your cock. Don't stop, please don't ever stop"

"I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. Your mine Izzie and from tonight onwards, you will only ever be mine."

His words were more than I could take, my walls tightened around him, gripping him as I came around his cock.

"Daddy!"

"Fuck sweetie was amazing." He said before thrusting even faster "my turn"

"Im going to full you up with my seed baby girl."

An alarm went off in my head but I was too lost in the pleasure to care why I shouldn't let him finish inside me.

He groaned as he shot into me, filling me up with his seed.

He rolled off me and laid beside me. Breathing hard, we let the what just happened sink in.

Remembering the alarm that my conscience was trying to tell me I shot up in bed and looked at my dad panicking.

"Dad, I am not on birth control." I said as tears formed in my eyes. Fuck how did I forget I had to stop my birth control 3 months ago because it was causing me to have worse migraines.

"What?" he said, shock and panick written on his face.

"I had to stop my birth control, because it was causing my migraines to be worse"

"Oh shit" was all he said.

I started to count back to when I had my last period. Oh no, no, no, no. I was in the most fertile time for this month.

"Today is my most fertile day." I whispered as a sob tried to come out.

My dad pulled me down to lay on my chest. "Shhh, it's okay. We will figure it out."

"But daddy what if I get pregnant?"

"I won't lie...the idea of your growing round with my baby, excites me. Ive told you before that I wanted to have more kids but wasnt sure id ever have anymore especially as i get older."

Stunned, I was stunned silent. He wants me to carry his baby?

"But what would we tell everyone when they ask who the father is?"

"Izzie, if your pregnant, I would sell the house and move us to far away to another state, where no one knew us. We would start over as a couple."

"Dad you drunk, you don't mean that."

"Sweetie look at me" he lifted my chin, forcing me to see the truth in his eyes. "I might have come into your room drunk but I am sober enough now to mean every word I just said." He leaned down and kissed my forehead.

*to be continued