a year ago inincest

Daddy's Sex Parties - Part 2

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cks-taboo

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I woke up feeling drained. It had taken me so long to finally get to sleep. My mind had just been too wired, too busy. Almost as soon as I was fully conscious, I thought about the woman from the night before. It was all so vivid; those sparkling, blue eyes staring at me from under her dark mask; her tight body, wrapped up in that sexy, skintight dress; the sounds she made as her man took her from behind; and her dreamy, French accent. Most of all, though, I remembered her red lips sinking into my pussy. I hadn't even been awake for a minute, and I was already under her spell again. 

As I sat up in bed, I remembered the worst part about the night; dad watching me as I came. How was that not my first thought after waking? I groaned, cringing at how yuck I felt. It was so gross, and I couldn't shake the dirty feeling that came over me. I needed to distract myself, so I hopped out of bed and headed straight for the shower. It didn't matter how much I scrubbed away at my skin, though, I still felt dirty. It had been so fucking weird, staring directly into dad's eyes as I orgasmed. I was also repulsed that he had commented on how hot I looked. I suddenly recalled that his words had affected my orgasm, though, making me cum a little harder. Why the fuck had that happened? Why? I hadn't enjoyed it, at least, I didn't think I had. A shiver ran up my spine and I shook in disgust, instantly pushing the memory as deep down as it would go. 

After I got dressed, I sat on the hotel bed, mulling over my options for the day. I still didn't have much to do, and I didn't particularly fancy being stuck inside. I decided to head into town and grab a late lunch. I needed to take my mind off things, and I figured it would be a good distraction. It wasn't. I just sat alone, eating my lunch, replaying everything I'd seen and heard from the night before. The more I thought about it, the more I realized how fucked up it had been. I'd gone to a sex party hosted by my own dad. What was up with me? Why had I thought it was a good idea? I may have enjoyed most it, but I knew it was wrong. I shouldn't have gone. I'd taken a risk and it blew up in my face.

I ended up just aimlessly wandering around town with no real purpose. I was barely even aware of where I was going. I was too in my own head still. After a couple of hours of walking and thinking, I grabbed a couple of bottles of wine and made my way back to the hotel. If I was going to be stuck there all night, I figured I'd at least try to enjoy myself. While I sat watching crappy TV, I realized that I'd been avoiding a potent thought all day, too afraid to think about it. Why didn't I just go back to the party that night? Yeah, it hadn't gone how I'd planned before, but I'd still had a memorable experience. This time, I could learn from my mistakes. I'd do better. I wouldn't be so foolish as to let dad run into me. And with any luck, the object of my desires would be there. 

I spent ages rationalizing everything, but there wasn't really any point to it; deep down, I knew I was gonna go back. I was just going through the motions. Once I accepted that, I felt all of my nerves and worries and excitement return. It was suddenly all real again. What would happen, this time around? What naughtiness would I get up to? If the couple was there again, did I want to join both of them or just her? I was so completely alive with exhilaration. There's just something so appealing about the unknown, and it really gets me going. 

I quickly became aware that I didn't have anything clean to wear for the night, nothing suitable, anyway. I checked the time; I didn't have long. I'd have to rush into town, find something, and speed back to get changed. I practically ran out of the hotel and soon found myself in a store, browsing through different dresses in a hurry. I eventually found something I liked, and that I thought my woman would like; a skintight, red dress with sheer sides and a low bust. Apart from the color, it was quite similar to what she had worn, and it absolutely screamed sex. Yeah, that was perfect. 

I admired myself in the mirror again, before leaving. The dress really was incredible. It wrapped around my curves and my big ass and pushed my large boobs up enough to give me a nice boost of confidence. I held my white and gold mask to my face; it matched my long, blonde hair so well. Yep, I definitely looked great. I swiftly booked a taxi and before I knew it, I was heading back to the party. I was so damn excited that I just wanted to squeal. This was all such a stark contrast to my usual, relatively boring, life. It was only once we pulled up at the house that I realized I'd been smiling like a lunatic the whole journey. I was caught up in the thrill, in the prospect of walking back into the unknown. I didn't know what awaited me, but it didn't seem to matter, at the time. I was being led by curiosity and lust. Sure, I was risking another fucked up encounter with dad, but it was worth the risk. My mind was consumed by the image of me sitting on that chair, red lips descending into my depths. 

I put on my mask and walked up our pathway, readying my phone. This was it. I was going back in. I thought I'd be more nervous, but my excitement far outweighed my anxiety, at least for the moment. I straightened out my dress, took a deep breath, and knocked. The door swung open. Standing in front of me was the same man as before, same suit and everything. I could see his eyes widen behind his mask, and I smiled behind mine; it never hurts to have an ego boost every now and then, especially when you've spent $180 on a new outfit. 

“Evening,” he said. “You're...from yesterday, right?”

I nodded, not knowing if dad was in earshot. To save any further questions, I showed him my e-ticket and stepped inside, putting my phone into the bowl once more. He wished me a good evening, and I smiled back. As I walked away, I winced, realizing he couldn't see my face under my mask. No matter, now wasn't the time to be losing my cool. I was on another mission, only this time I wasn't gonna make any mistakes. 

I turned my attention to the living room. Most of the guests were there already, and everyone seemed much looser to me. It was definitely louder than before, too, and more people seemed to be drinking. Maybe it took a day for the atmosphere to really find its groove. As I took everything in, I started dreading that someone would come up to me and try to engage in small talk. I would either have to walk off or just not respond to what they said to me. Neither option seemed great, so I kept myself slightly apart from the group and tried to act inconspicuously. 

After a short while, I heard dad's voice, calling out to the crowd. The sound of it triggered some kind of reflex in me, and I felt a tingling sensation shoot up my back, making the hair on my neck stand on end. I ignored it, moving into the group so that dad couldn't get a clear look at me, and listened as he began his speech.

“Welcome back, my naughty friends!” he said, raising his glass.

I was ready this time. 

“Theros!” we all called out.

“So good to see you all of you regulars. I think I can see some first-timers among you, too,” he said. “And it's good to see that some of the newcomers from yesterday are back again tonight.”

He raised his glass, seemingly in my direction, and I immediately flinched. Was he looking at me? 

“I'll run through the basics again. Signs are at the bottom of the stairs, refreshments are in the kitchen, and feel free to use any of the rooms,” he said. “As always, condoms and lube are located throughout the house. I hope you have an especially kinky evening, and I'd like to thank everyone for attending my first Theros event.”

“Theros!” everyone cheered. 

I wasn't ready that time. I missed it. I was too distracted. Had dad raised his glass to the group, or to me? The last thing I wanted was for him to show interest in me. Not just because it was icky, but because I wanted to have some fun of my own. I didn't need him sniffing around when I just wanted to find my woman in black. I mean, I couldn't blame him really; he didn't know it was me. On top of that, I knew I looked like a knockout that evening. I was the only person in red, too, so I stood out from most of the others. 

As soon as he said his last words, I subtly broke off from the group and moved toward the stairs. I wanted to get a head start and get as far away from dad as I could. I paced up the stairs, people slowly following behind me. I quickly realized my predicament. I was the first one up there, and I only had four doors to choose from. Three led to the bedrooms, one to the toilet. If I went into a bedroom, I knew I wouldn't end up alone for long, and it was too early to be putting all my eggs into one bedroom. No, I only had one real choice. I fled to the bathroom, locking the door behind me.   

“Not the best start,” I said quietly. 

Still, it wasn't the worst. I could just wait it out for a bit, while everyone got settled in. That's what I told myself to calm my emerging anxiety, at least. Dad had unnerved me, and thrown me off my game. My thoughts were gravitating toward doubt and worry, rather than to the evening of potential fun ahead. I spent the next 10 minutes or so getting my head straight. I reminded myself that, whatever happened, I didn't have to take my mask off. Dad wouldn't figure out it was me underneath. Hell, anonymity was the theme. All I had to do was avoid any nauseating encounters with him, and I had the chance of having a great night. After steeling myself, I was as ready as I could be. I opened the door and walked into the hallway. 

The coast was clear, which gave my pounding heart some relief. I had to stay on track; keep my purpose clear and my resolve strong. I was going to find her, whatever it took. I hadn't noticed her in the living room, but there had been even more people than the previous night, and I couldn't even see half of them. I was going to check the bedrooms first, one by one. If she wasn't there, my last resort would be to see if she was downstairs. If she wasn't, I'd just leave. If she was, I'd ask her to join me somewhere quieter. With a plan in place, I began. 

I started with the spare bedroom, which was the farthest away from the stairs. The door wasn't closed, but I still held out hope that she'd be in there. I couldn't hear any noises, so I poked my head in. Nothing, no one. I moved to dad's bedroom next, hovering close enough to listen in. I didn't need to wait long. I heard a woman moaning, and a rhythmic creaking of the mattress. It didn't sound like my mystery woman, but I wasn't going to leave without finding out. I knew I had to go inside and check. The prospect quickened my heart, and I found myself breathing faster. As scared shitless as I was, I reveled at the notion of sailing into the uncharted waters before me. It was intoxicating. I just love not knowing what's going to happen to me.

Just as I gathered the courage to enter dad's room, my bedroom door opened. Several people walked out, in various states of undress, laughing with each other. None of them were my elusive French beauty, though. I watched as they walked down the stairs, apparently unphased by my presence. I turned back to dad's door. With my bedroom now empty, the odds of me finding her were getting slimmer by the minute. I felt like the night was slipping through my fingers before I'd even begun. I had to go in. It was now or never. I opened the door, walked in, and shut it behind me. 

I immediately felt a confusing mix of emotions; disappointment that she wasn't there, panic that I'd have to brave going downstairs, and an instant arousal at the sight in front of me. Laying on the bed were three breathtakingly gorgeous women, all wrapped up in each other. I didn't need them to remove their masks to know they were stunning, I could just tell. They were all brunettes; slim, toned, and slightly tanned. They soon became aware of my presence and looked up at me from their feast. I felt cornered straight away. It was as though three hungry lionesses had just seen their next meal. I was frozen, unable to escape their glares. One of them broke into a devious smile and glanced at the others. They gave her a similar look in response, before returning their attention to me. 

“You are drop-dead gorgeous,” one of them said. 

My shyness took over. I had no idea how to even speak, let alone what to say. 

“God, you are,” another of the women agreed. “Look at those boobs!”

“Fancy making this a foursome?” the last woman asked me. 

By God, I swear that at that moment I wanted nothing more. I hadn't expected to want it, but I did, and I knew it the second she said foursome. I could think of nothing hotter than jumping into bed with three sexy women. I couldn't even fathom what it would be like, I just knew it would be out of this world. I was too much of a coward, though. I just stood there, silent and trembling, like a nervous wreck. 

“We'll only bite if you want us to,” one of them said, clearly sensing my fear. 

“Speak for yourself,” another said. “I wanna eat her up.”

They giggled among themselves, as I remained standing timidly by the door. I desperately wanted to accept their offer and throw myself at their mercy, but I couldn't. 

“So, what do you say?” one asked.

“I...umm...can I...can I just watch?” I asked, trying to swallow down the lump in my throat. 

“Of course, you can,” another said, running her hand across one of her lover's breasts. “Join us whenever you'd like, though.”

With that, they returned their affections back to each other. They caressed, stroked, licked, and kissed any naked skin they could find. I could barely tell who was doing what to who. It was so fucking wild, and I couldn't tear my eyes away. I just studied them intently, as they resumed their moans of delight. 

As they devolved further into unfettered passion, I could tell that things were going to get real heavy, real soon. They were getting lost in one another, and I knew they were on a path they couldn't come back from. One of the women seemed to be the center of attention; she had the hottest body by far, which the other two were busy devouring. One of them had their face buried in her bosom, lapping away at her nipples, while the other one was just going to town on her pussy. She was slapping it, spitting on it, sucking it; whatever she could do to it, she was doing. Their growls and giggles and moans were growing wilder, and occasionally one of them would say something utterly filthy, to my absolute delight. 

As amazing as the sight became, I still just couldn't bring myself to get involved. I was trying, trust me, I was trying. It just wasn't going to happen, unfortunately. One woman was scary enough, but three? No, no way. Not yet, at least. My hunger was getting out of control, though. I was so fucking horny, I ached to be touched. I decided that if I wasn't brave enough to join them, then I was going to do the next best thing. I reached down and slid my dress up, resting it above my thick hips. I'd been more prepared this time and hadn't worn any panties. I dipped my fingers into myself, easily sliding inside. I don't remember ever being wetter. I watched, wide-eyed, just enjoying the show, as I fingered myself. Even though I wasn't physically involved in their lust, I still felt involved. I was a spectator, a dirty, little spectator, and I was absolutely loving it. 

After who knows how long, the bedroom door suddenly opened. I almost screamed and quickly pulled my hand from between my legs. I looked at who had entered and almost screamed once more. Dad. It was dad. Again. This had fucking happened again. He was only wearing his boxers and mask, too; gross. I shimmied my dress back down over my thighs and tried to act like I wasn't just some creep watching three women have sex. I don't know why I cared what he thought about what I was doing, he didn't even know who I was. He shut the door behind him and looked at me, smiling.

“Don't stop on my account,” he said, nodding toward my crotch. 

I could feel my cheeks blushing under my mask. I shied away from his glance, awkwardly looking back at the women. It wasn't the same anymore, though. I couldn't enjoy the sight. I was tense, from head to toe, and I could hear my heart beating against my chest. 

“Mind if I watch, too, ladies?” he asked them.

“The more, the merrier,” one of them mumbled, with a face full of pussy. 

I felt his eyes fall upon me.

“Can I watch with you?” he asked me.

My heartbeat only grew stronger. I nodded my head. What else was I supposed to do? I couldn't exactly speak and tell him no, as much as I wanted to. It would be game over. I was paralyzed, trapped, when I just wanted to run. Once again, dad was fucking with my night. 

All of a sudden, he moved his hand to his boxers, and like the basic bitch I was, I looked at what he was doing. It hadn't been intentional, my eyes had just responded to his movement. Almost as soon as I looked, I darted my gaze away. I was less worried about him seeing my glance, and more worried about actually seeing his junk. Unfortunately, I hadn't looked away quickly enough. Under his tight, black boxers, I had made out his bulge, which he was now gently caressing. I shivered at what I'd seen; this was not what I had planned for my night. God damn it. I wanted to see a gorgeous, naked French woman, not my dad's package. He continued fondling himself for a while, and I did everything I could to keep it out of my vision. I felt so awkward and weird and taut.

“I'm glad you came back tonight,” he said, both of us staring toward the bed.

I obviously didn't respond.

“I haven't been able to get you out of my head since yesterday, ya know,” he said, his hand paying slightly more attention to his bulge now. 

I remained silent. I had no choice. It was my only option.

“I've gotta say, you look phenomenal tonight,” he said. “You looked amazing last night, too.”

I briefly looked at him, in an attempt to acknowledge what he'd said, before turning away. Movement was my only method of communication, and I didn't want to appear like I was ignoring him. He paused a while before speaking again.

“It was crazy hot, watching you cum,” he said. “Especially since you were looking right at me.”

I recalled the event, remembering his expression as I orgasmed. I remembered how I'd climaxed harder, hearing him comment on how good I looked. Why the fuck did that happen? I didn't like it, did I? No, God, no. That would be horrible, of course, I didn't like it. I started wincing under my mask, not able to confront why it had happened, or how it made me feel. All I knew was that I was cringing the fuck out. 

“You're not that talkative, are you?” he asked.

I shook my head. 

“Well, look, I was thinking about heading down to grab some food,” he said, turning to me. “But before I go, is there any chance you'd be interested in joining me in the bathroom, first? All the other bedrooms are taken now.”

I looked at him, without meaning to, out of sheer shock. I couldn't believe the words I'd just heard coming out of his mouth. He leaned in a little.

“I would love to get you out of that dress,” he said, his eyes glued to my bursting cleavage. 

My heart started beating even faster, even harder. I couldn't think.

“Sound tempting?” he asked.

I wanted to scream no at the top of my lungs, but I couldn't. I didn't want to shake my head either, it seemed so rude, and I obviously wasn't going to nod. I did the next best thing I could think of. I shrugged. I knew how stupid I must have appeared, but it was my only course of action. 

“Okay, no worries,” he said, backing down. “If you change your mind, come and find me later.”

He shot me a warm smile before leaving the room. As soon as he left, I breathed a huge sigh of relief. Even though he'd seen me cum the night before, this felt so much worse. He'd propositioned me. He wanted to fuck me. I knew he didn't know it was me, but it still freaked me the hell out. I'd completely lost my horny buzz now, and I couldn't go back to enjoying the show. I silently slipped out of the room, and I don't think the women noticed. They were too busy with each other. I was a bit of a mess, so I headed back to the bathroom. I leaned against the sink and threw my head back, exhaling loudly. 

“What the fuck?!” I said.

It was turning into a mental night, already. I stayed there for a good half an hour, calming myself down and trying to forget what had just happened. It was awful, but I didn't want to let it mess my evening up completely. I still held out hope that I'd find her. After steadying my panic a little, I cautiously made my way downstairs, much more on edge than before. I was determined to see if she was in the house; she was worth another fucked up rendezvous with dad.

I got to the bottom of the stairs and heard it before I saw it, but it didn't help prepare me in any way. The living room was full of mostly naked people, all engaged in various acts of filthiness. Couples, trios, and more, all of them moaning. I couldn't believe it. How were they so confident? How could they all just openly fuck in front of each other? I felt a twinge of jealousy and carried on toward the kitchen. The orgy was too much to deal with at that moment, too much to process. I'd never seen anything like it before, but as much as it piqued my curiosity, I was on a mission. 

Walking into the kitchen, I realized she wasn't there, either. I could only see a few people, just casually chatting as they ate and drank. The odds of finding her were getting close to zero. I considered that she could have gone into one of the upstairs bedrooms while I was in dad's room, so I hurried back up. I checked the spare bedroom; empty. I went to my bedroom, and carefully opened the door; there were two guys standing by the bed and a woman kneeling beneath them. It wasn't my woman, though. She stroked one of them while she sucked away at the other. She was so fucking eager and kept switching her mouth between the two cocks that hung before her. I smiled at her greed, and quietly shut the door. 

Shit, just the living room left. I really didn't want to go back to the group, but I had no choice. I was getting so desperate. I never usually felt so driven, but I was being led by the memory of her eating me out. I wanted it again, and I wanted more from her, too. I didn't know what, I just knew I wanted her to order me around. As I returned to the almost delirious crowd in the living room, I readied myself. I knew it was going to be a lot to manage. I psyched myself up, giving my overactive mind a little pep talk, before merging into the masses. 

I skirted the living room, staying as far from the action as I could. It wasn't easy, though. I had to step over and around multiple people, making sure not to accidentally fall into a situation I didn't want to be in. All the while, I studied the room, trying to locate her. The more I looked around, the more I realized she wasn't going to be there. As I got deeper into the room, I couldn't help but notice a woman leaning against the wall, vigorously playing with herself as she looked on at the scene before her. She was completely naked, save her mask, and her face betrayed her frenzied, shameless joy. 

As I looked at her, not able to help myself from admiring her tight body, her eyes darted in my direction. She smiled at me, while she continued to pleasure herself, and beckoned me over with a finger. I cautiously approached her, trying to block out everyone else that surrounded me. She wasn't my woman but, God, she had an equally amazing figure. 

“Hey, hun,” she said, panting away as her fingers delved inside of herself. 

No accent, damn. I gave her a little wave, instantly feeling like an idiot.

“This is all so mad, right?” she asked.

I nodded. Yes, yes it was. 

“It's my first time doing anything like this. I can't even believe I'm here,” she said, still working her pussy. “Everyone looks so good. Especially those two.”

I glimpsed at who she was staring at, then swiftly turned my head back. Fuck, not again. Was he just everywhere tonight?

“They're like animals,” she commented. 

One of those animals was a tiny, little blonde on all fours. The other one, who mercilessly fucked away at her, was dad. I just couldn't catch a break.

“Christ, she's enjoying it so much,” she said, still watching them both.

I kind of just stood there, looking at her, not talking. I felt trapped again, stuck between a rock and a hard place.

“He's fucking the shit out of her!” she said. “Look!”

I didn't want to look. I didn't want to see what dad was doing. I didn't want to feel my skin crawl again. But, I looked anyway. I don't know why, I really don't. I think I just blindly followed her instruction, my mind too busy freaking out. I stared at the sight, horrified at what I saw. Dad was screwing this woman like there was no tomorrow, his thrusts powerful and unrestrained. She really was loving it, too; a euphoria filled her entire face. I felt a twinge between my legs and quickly looked away. I suddenly felt so guilty and dirty that my body had responded to the scene. It was wrong, so why was my pussy sending me stupid fucking signals?

“I wish I was her,” she said, the movements from her hand growing faster.

In spite of my disgust, I slowly looked back. I didn't know what I was doing, or why. I told myself I was just curious about how the woman looked. I mean, she was a total hottie, after all. I reluctantly watched, both revolted and aroused, as her moans evolved into screams. She was being louder than anyone else in the room. Was she just a screamer, or was dad that good? I shuddered at the thought and made sure to keep my eyes firmly locked on her alone. 

“They're getting me so wet,” my fellow observer said. 

I shifted my weight after noticing that I was wet, too. What the fuck? I felt overcome with shameful self-loathing and looked away again. Why was my body doing this to me? Before I had the chance to scold myself further, I heard dad's voice.

“Want a turn?” he asked. 

I didn't dare look at him, I just kept my focus on the woman who'd been talking to me. I didn't want to know who he was talking to.

“Me, or her?” she said, pointing at herself and then at me. 

“Either. Both. I don't mind,” he replied.

God, not another proposition. I'll give dad one thing, he's persistent. The woman pushed herself off the wall and eagerly bounded toward him. I could tell how delighted she was to join them. My eyes instinctively followed her as she got on all fours next to the woman dad was fucking, waiting for her turn. I know it's fucked up, but I couldn't help but think about how lucky she was. Not because she was about to be intimate with dad, God, no. Just that she was a newbie getting her deepest desires fulfilled. She had no fear, no shame, and she was willing to indulge her fantasies completely out in the open. If only I was that brave.

Without warning, dad quickly pulled out of the woman he'd been pleasuring. He tore off the condom he'd been wearing and tossed it aside. I'd tried to avoid it at all costs, but there it now was; dad's dick, glistening and rock hard. He began furiously stroking it, and for some damn reason, I just watched. I knew it was wrong, and it made me feel dirty, but I still wasn't looking away. My eyes suddenly met his, and I felt like I'd been caught in the act, as we stared at each other. I had to remind myself that he didn't know it was me. 

He smiled and carried on massaging his length. Before I had the sense to look away, he began shooting thick, heavy ropes of cum across the woman's ass and back. My eyes widened at the sight, as he poured his load all over her. There was so fucking much of it, and it sprayed from his cock with force, reaching all the way to her head. We carried on watching each other, as he continued to erupt over her. Why in the fuck was I not looking away? Why was I not leaving that second? I was just fixed in place, unable to move. I felt my pussy gently throb, and my hand intuitively moved toward it. I caught myself before my fingers found my lips, and yanked my hand away. What was I doing? Fuck!

As dad finished emptying himself onto her, he moved behind the other woman and began tearing open another condom. This had been too much, it was too mental. I had to go, and I had to go now. With dad distracted by the condom, I took advantage and spun around. I quickly made my way through the crowd, being much less careful about who I bumped into on the way out. I reached the door, snatched my phone from the bowl, and fled. 

I called a taxi and walked up the street, not wanting to be anywhere near the house. My mind was all over the place. What had just happened? More importantly, why had I let it happen? Was there something wrong with me? I didn't enjoy what I saw, did I? No, what a stupid thought. Of course, I didn't, it was my dad. I was probably just caught up in the moment, turned on because I'd been thinking about my French lover. That was all. It wasn't anything more. Just an accidental crossing of wires. When I got back to the hotel, I cracked open the wine I'd bought and began glugging it straight from the bottle. I threw myself into the bed and drank heartily until I felt numb. Jesus Christ, what a night, again.



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