Drunk Daddy Ch. 01

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Hannah sat on her father’s big office desk. The room was lined with crowded bookshelves and old, antique lamps. She kicked her heels against the desk. It smelled like coffee and aged parchment. She looked down, eyeing how her skirt rode up, leaving much of her thighs exposed.

It was her nineteenth birthday; she didn’t feel like an adult. She leaned back on her palms, staring up at the ceiling. She’d always loved her daddy’s office. She didn’t really know what he did here, only that it took up a lot of his time. She squirmed, rubbing her ass on the desk. Her skirt rode up even more. Hannah knew that, if she looked, she’d be able to see her lacy black panties. She reached up, unbuttoning her collar. She was wearing a sleeveless navy blouse, but the office was always hot.

The door creaked as it opened. She straightened, smiling, “Hi Daddy.”

He was young, he’d been nineteen himself when he’d accidentally gotten her mother pregnant. For thirty-eight, he looked like he was in his mid-twenties. He smiled at her. He had warm brown eyes and messy brown hair. Was it her imagination, or did he glance between her legs for a half a second? He stood in front of her, brushing the back of his knuckles against her cheek.

“What’s wrong?” She realized it as soon as she said it: he was drunk. Really, really drunk. She kicked the back of his legs with her heels, but this only spread her legs for him. He moved closer, until he was right up against the desk. Somehow, oddly enough, Hannah found she didn’t really mind. His breath smelled like booze. She crinkled her nose.

He was staring at her chest with a strange look in his eyes. Hannah looked down, blushing. She’d undone too many buttons! Her push-up bra made her cleavage that much more obvious. She felt something press against her crotch. What was it? Did he have something in his pocket?

She shuddered when his hands caressed her thighs, pushing her skirt up even higher. “What are you doing?” she asked shakily. His thumbs pushed down, making little circular motions. Wicked shivers darted through her.

“You love me, don’t you?” he said in his deep, adana escort smooth voice.

“Of course I do!” she said immediately.

He smiled, because that made him happy. “Won’t you give me a hug?” his words slurred a little. How much had he had to drink?

Hannah leaned forward, winding her arms around his neck and squeezing him. Her heart was pounding. Somehow, this felt different. His hands moved until they were on her hips. “Daddy!” she squeaked in protest, squirming under his hands.

“I’m sorry. Can you forgive me?”

“Of course,” she kissed his cheek. She let out a breath when he moved away from her. What was going on with him? “You’re acting strange,” she said cautiously. It was beginning to get uncomfortably hot in his office.

He shook his head. Hannah started to say something, but then her gaze fell. There was a large bulge sticking out where his-


He had a boner. Hannah blushed. She tore her gaze away with some difficulty. She kept looking back at it. He noticed. And he came toward her again. “It’s okay, love, it’s okay,” he cooed. Despite herself, she craved his comfort. “Oh, sweetie,” he said, stopping suddenly. He was looking at her chest again. She started to look down, but he lifted her chin with a soft touch of his knuckles. “You have something on her shirt.”

There weren’t many buttons left. He started to undo them. “Daddy!” she said again, reaching for his hands.

“Don’t you trust me?”

“I… of course I do.” Heat burned her face as he reached the last button. With a sigh, he pushed the blouse off her shoulders. Awkwardly, she moved her hands out of the way. He tossed the piece of fabric to the floor. Her heart was pounding anxiously in her chest. He opened his arms to her, smiling almost apologetically. The smell of whisky enveloped her as she hugged him. She nuzzled into his chest, sighing. His fingers were cool on her back. Shivers shot down her spine. And then he was unhooking her bra! “What are you doing!?” He was standing between her legs again, his boner pressed into her.

He laughed. And then he was afyon escort pushing her back. “It’s okay, sweetie,” he said, “Trust me. You know I would never hurt you.” Hannah laid back against the desk, exposed and vulnerable. There was a warm sensation between her legs. She bit her lip, looking up at him. Her friends were always saying how hot he was. She’d always known her daddy was attractive, but… The way he was looking at her now made her mouth dry. He leaned over her, and suddenly his mouth was on her breast! His tongue swirled around her nipple, and he was sucking on it.

“Oh! Oh, Daddy you have to stop!” she pushed on his shoulders. His hand started to play with her other breast, massaging it and tugging playfully on the nipple.

Horribly, she could feel herself getting wet. What was happening? Her knees pressed into the sides of his legs. He pulled up, his face hovering over hers. His hand went down her stomach, sliding under her skirt. “No!” she shouted, trying to get away.

He frowned, “Are you okay?” he asked. She gasped as he touched her over her panties. He smiled, and not kindly, “See? Don’t you love your daddy?” Weakly, she nodded. She was a little afraid now. “You’re wet for me,” he whispered roughly. His finger rubbed against her and she gasped in surprise.

He stepped back. Hannah sat up, leaning back on her elbows. Her breath was coming fast now. What was going on? His fingers skimmed her hips as they hooked around the hem of her skirt and panties. “Wh-what-” Too late. He was already pulling them down her legs. He looked down at her pussy, smiling.

He pressed one palm onto the desk’s top. He held her shocked gaze as he started massaging her slit with the other hand. She writhed against him. Hannah fell back against the desk as his finger entered her, her hands reaching up to grab the other side of the desk, as if that would keep her together. “You like that?” he murmured. She moaned in answer. What was she doing? Oh god, his finger was plunging in and out of her. His thumb circled her clit and she moaned, squirming.

“Daddy!” she screamed. His shadow disappeared alanya escort from over her. And then-

Oh god. She was in trouble.

His tongue took the place of his finger. “Daddy, please! Please!” she didn’t even know what she was begging for. Her own dad was eating her out. He switched to sucking her clit, two of his fingers going in and out of her with increasing speed. “Oh! Oh my fucking god!” Her back arched, her mind completely gone. There was nothing else but whatever glorious thing her daddy was doing to her. His laughter played against her skin. He kissed the inside of her thigh, still fingering her.

She was so close – so close. And then he stopped.

Hannah sat up. “Daddy?”

He was sitting in his favourite armchair. How had he gotten so far away? “Come here, beautiful,” he said, grinning, gesturing to her with his glistening finger. He was naked. Hannah stared at him. He had abs! And, god, his dick. It was huge! It was huge and erect and oh…

She went to him. “Come here, baby girl,” he said. He told her what to do. She straddled him, her arms looped around his neck. His hands were on her hips. “I want you to say it,” he said suddenly, sharply.

She bit her lip. Was she actually doing this? She was so fucking horny, and she’d been so close to an orgasm! Her daddy wasn’t playing fair. “Fuck me, Daddy?” she tried.


“Please, please fuck me Daddy. I want you inside me. Please, please let me.”

He smiled. He started lowering her onto him. She felt his tip press against her. She shuddered. “God, you’re tight,” he groaned. She couldn’t help it! She was nervous. “And so fucking wet,” he laughed.

Hannah gasped as he filled her. How much more could she take? Once again, he took her nipple in his mouth, even biting it! She gasped. She was riding him. She pushed up and down, and he began to move in harmony with her. “Fuck!” she breathed, “Oh fuck, Daddy!”

She’d already been so close before, so it didn’t take long to push her off the edge. Her body shuddered. He swore, pumping hard and fast into her. It almost hurt. He gripped her chin for a moment, forcing her to look at him. His eyes were bright. The smell of booze crowded her senses. He swelled inside of her. She released, screaming for him as he did the same. He crushed his mouth onto hers, muffling their intertwined sounds of pure pleasure.

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