52 comments/ 262478 views/ 26 favorites Caught By Daddy By: cumslutiam I look up as the door opens. Briefly my mind races back to what I am doing. I am lying on my Daddy's bed with no clothes on and am watching some movie from his porn collection. I don't remember what movie I chose this time nor do I care. All that matters was I had the afternoon to myself and I was masturbating till my hearts content. I look up as my Daddy starts walking through the door. Instantly I realize that my Daddy is going to catch me. I scramble to grab the bedspread and get covered just as he walks in the door. I smile at him. "Angel what are you doing?" Daddy asks. "Nothing Daddy," I say sweetly. "Angel, are you lying to me? I heard moaning coming from this room" "Daddy I never lie to you." My Daddy startles me as he grabs the bedspread and yanks it away from my naked body. My Daddy's eyes get wide. Sternly he says, "You call this nothing? Where did you get that cucumber and what are you doing with it?" "Daddy, I am 18 now and I have needs and urges. You should understand it has been a long time since Mommy died and you have needs too. I wasn't expecting you home until later." "How long has this been going on?" Daddy asks. "I have been doing this for a couple years now Daddy," I answer. "Do you expect to get away with this? I think not you have to be punished." I glance down and realize that my Daddy's cock is making a tent out of his pants. Instantly my pussy starts to quiver. I start to wonder how far I can take this and just what my Daddy means by being punished. "Daddy I don't deserve to be punished. This isn't fair," I proclaim. "Yes you do young lady!" Daddy grabs my hair and pulls me from the bed. He sits down and then pulls me over his lap. He starts to spank me and I feel my ass getting redder and hotter. I beg and plead for him to stop. I am so close to cumming that I am afraid if he doesn't stop I will get his pants wet. Just as I am sure that I am going to cum I feel my Daddy's hand slip between my legs and feel my wet pussy. "You little slut you liked being spanked by me didn't you?" Daddy demands. Eyes cast down I answer, "yes Daddy." Daddy grabs my hair and drags me into the bathroom. He tells me to climb into the bathtub and to sit down with my legs spread wide. While I am getting situated Daddy goes out and gets a big glass of water. When he comes back in the bathroom he hands me the glass and tells me to drink it quickly. He has his belt in the other hand and tells me if I take to long I will feel the belt on my breasts and pussy. I start to drink the water. It obviously isn't at a pace that makes Daddy happy because I feel the belt land across the tips of my breasts right on the nipples. I gasp and start drinking the water faster. I finish the glass and hand it to Daddy. He fills it up and hands it back to me. I begin to drink the second glass of water trying hard to drink it fast. By now I am feeling like I have to pee since I haven't peed in awhile. I stop drinking to tell Daddy that I have to go to the bathroom. Daddy's answer: "You will hold it my little slut and if you wet on yourself you will be sorry." Gulping I begin drinking the water but I don't think it was fast enough to please my Daddy as I felt the belt land hard between my legs on my tender pussy. It was now that Daddy realized I was shaved. All he does is glare at me and fill my glass a third time. During the entire time I am drinking my third glass of water my Daddy is hitting my breasts and pussy with the belt. I am on the verge of crying. "Is Daddy's little slut going to cry?" asks Daddy. "Yes Daddy. I have to pee can I please use the bathroom?" I beg. "No. Now I want you to start rubbing your clit. Show me what you were doing when I walked in on you," Daddy says to me. It is now that he pulls the cucumber out from behind his back and hands it to me. Scared of what he will do if I don't do as he says I begin to masturbate with the cucumber. It is just now that I realize that my Daddy is hard. I realized that in my concentration on masturbation I wasn't paying attention to my bladder. Before I knew what was happening I was pissing all over my hand and the cucumber. I look up embarrassed. "You little slut, I told you to hold it. You will be punished starting now and lasting for the rest of the night," Daddy said. "The first thing you are to do you little bitch is continue masturbating, close your eyes, and look up towards the ceiling. Understand?" "Yes Sir," I answer. I close my eyes and look up. I hear Daddy unzip his zipper. Many thoughts run through my head but nothing close to the truth. Before I can process what he is doing I feel his piss hit my mouth...I swallow and gag quickly....Daddy moves his stream down my body pissing all over and lets the majority flow out on my pussy. I cum very hard from the humiliation and I hear my Daddy laugh. Daddy turns on the shower. It's not cold but it isn't warm either. "Eat that cucumber and rinse off slut then cum to Daddy in the bedroom and don't adjust the water!" I look at the cucumber and then at Daddy. He swings the belt again and gets both breasts. I gasp and begin to eat the cucumber and then I rinse off and not knowing what to expect I wrap myself in a towel and head to Daddy's room. MORE TO COME IF I GET FEEDBACK INDICATING MORE IS WANTED Caught by Daddy Ch. 01 [This is a concurrent sequel to my previous story “Walking In On My Daughter Part 1”. This story, and those that follow, are told from Rachel’s perspective and give additional detail, background, emotional insight, etc. to the previous work.] I suppose I should start by introducing myself to my readers. My name is Rachel and I’m living with my parents while I attend a local college. Other than that, the main thing any of you are likely to care about it that I’m a confirmed slut – and a hot one too. And, oh ya, I fuck both my parents regularly. A few years ago I would never have thought – okay so maybe I did fantasize about it once or twice – but I would not have believed that the hottest sex partners, not to mention lovers, in my life would be my own parents. I love to think back on how it all came to happen. I’m horny as hell right now too, knowing that I am actually writing all this down in order to put it on the internet so that other people can read about just what a slut I am. And did I mention that I’m writing this in the nude? And that my pussy is still dripping from a sexual tryst with my parents that ended not more than 10 minutes ago? I hope no one minds my throwing that last part in but I sure wanted you all to know just exactly the state I’m in as I write this. I’m getting horny all over again now knowing that you all know, or will know, when you read this. While my father was in here writing his recollections of our first experience together, my mother and I were in the other room having sex the way we all like to have it: loud and out there for everyone to know what’s going on. I think mom and I were being even more vocal than normal because we knew that at the same time, we were tormenting my poor daddy as he sat at the computer trying to write. I like to call my mom “mommy” and my dad “daddy” because it makes what we do together seem so much more naughty. So when mommy and I were in the other room fucking each other’s brains out so-to-speak; during one of our brief intermissions between orgasms we were snuggling and kissing and we were talking about what we were making daddy do in the other room: that is, writing out his account of his and my first sexual experience together. Mommy and I were sweaty from our hard sexual workout with each other. We were laying on the floor in the living room holding each other and tenderly French kissing each other. (God, it is so romantic to me to be laying naked with my mom, feeling her hot, wet, flesh against mine and tenderly kissing her: probing her mouth with my tongue, having her probe mine, caressing each other after having just had hard screaming sex with her, feeling my sex juices mixed with hers between my legs and covering my thighs, my breast, my face, the smell of her sex still in my nostrils…Oops, sorry, rambling on…)… Anyway, my mother was saying to me, “You know, sweetie, after your father gets done writing his little story, maybe you should tell the story from your perspective. Your father can tell what happened, and what he was feeling as it happened, but he can’t really tell people how you felt and what you were thinking while it was all happening. If I were a horny person on the internet reading that story, I know I would probably finger-fuck myself to several more orgasms just by hearing you tell it again.” So, now you know how I came to be sitting here naked in front of my computer writing to you. Anyway, I suppose you all are anxiously waiting for me to get on with the telling, so here goes. A few years ago, I was home alone in the afternoon and feeling horny. I had been thinking all day about hearing my parents obviously having sex the previous night and it was making me hot as hell. They always had sex with their door closed, and I always slept with my door closed as well. Also my bedroom is at the opposite end of the hallway from their bedroom so I’m sure they weren’t aware that I could hear them at all. But just as I was starting to drift off to sleep I thought I heard my mother scream. I was instantly awake. At first my heart was pounding as I lay there straining to hear something and wondering if I had just imagined it. But then I could hear what sounded like my daddy groaning as well. “Oh my god,” I thought, “they’re having sex! And they’re really loud!” As soon as I realized what was going on my heart really started to pound. I wanted to listen to what they were doing because it was making my panties wet. So I very silently got up and opened my bedroom door in order to hear better. I stood in my door frame wearing nothing but my panties for about a minute, I think, as I listened to them making love. It was really turning me on and I put my hand down inside my panties to feel my moist cunt. I inserted my fingers into my pussy to get them good and wet, then I slipped them out and started slowly playing with my clit as I lubricated it with my juice. My heart was pounding so hard, standing there listening to my parents intimate love making and masturbating myself. Just the thought of how naughty I was to be standing there like that made the adrenaline rush through my body. As horny as I was, I didn’t want to cum yet. I wanted to wait and hear more. I decided to push my luck a bit further. I stepped out into the hallway and quietly walked to the other end of the hall. I stood right in front of my parents closed door and listened to them fuck each other, my hand was still inside my panties working my clit. I started playing with my breast with my other hand. With the backs of my fingers and my fingertips I caressed the outside of my left breast with feather-light strokes; slowly circling its perimeter and gradually spiraling in toward my nipple. I brushed around the circumference of my areola, teasing myself for a while before allowing myself to finally touch the nipple itself. I caressed it, I lightly pinched and pulled it. I listened to my parents saying things like, “Yes, fuck me!” and “You feel so good inside of me” and “You are so wet…” “I wish this was your hand caressing my tits, daddy,” I thought to myself. “I wish your fingers were in my pussy right now and you were getting ready to fuck me, your own daughter.” Such forbidden thoughts pushed me to an even higher level of arousal and I was literally posed on the edge of orgasm, but was trying to make it last. “Oh but daddy,” I continued with my fantasy, “I want you to see me naked. I want you to see my cunt.” And with that thought I took off my panties and dropped them in front of the door. I was now completely naked… masturbating…listening in on my parents having sex…dreaming about having sex with my own father. “Fuck me doggy style,” I heard my mother say. Another surge of excitement ran through my body. I could picture my mother getting on her knees, putting her face down to the bed with her ass up in the air waiting for my daddy to stick his hard cock inside her dripping pussy. I wanted to watch. I wanted to see it. I wanted it to be me getting fucked that way. What I was doing, what I was thinking, was making me feel so naughty. I wanted to feel even naughtier, even slutier. So I did something that made me feel like even more of a slut. I got down on my knees, put my head down and my ass up in the air pointing toward my parent’s bedroom door. I looked back at the door, imaging my parent’s walking through it and catching me like this. I saw my wet panties lying by the door and grabbed them. I carefully laid them out on the floor so that the inside crotch was facing out and up. I leaned down, still in the doggy position, and smelled the aroma of my own pussy. I imagined that it was my mother’s cunt I was smelling. I began to lick the crotch of my wet panties and pretend that it was my mother’s pussy I was licking while my father fucked me from behind. I was so close to cumming. I could hear the bed squeaking, I could hear both of my parents panting and loudly moaning. My daddy was fucking my mommy from behind and I was just outside their door, on the floor, naked, licking my panties like a perverted slut, my fingers were between my legs buried as far as I could reach in my pussy. Between licks, and just loud enough that I could hear myself, I said aloud, “Fuck me daddy.” Hearing my own voice, knowing the risk of discovery I was making by daring to even quietly speak out loud, pushed me closer to the point of no return. It was such a rush that I continued: “Oh, mommy, cum in my sweet mouth as daddy fills my cunt with his sperm.” I could feel my orgasm starting to cum, and then…perfect timing… I heard my mother say, “Fuck me in the ass.” Hearing that just as I felt the onset of orgasm pushed me over the edge and caused me to reach back and quickly jam my finger in my own ass. I put my head back down to my panties to smell myself (my mother in my imagination) and came hard while I frantically fucked myself with my fingers in both pussy and ass. As I came I couldn’t suppress several small audible whimpers as I screwed my eyes shut and gave myself over to my orgasm. Behind the door, the bed squeaked with a furious rhythm. My father was groaning loudly. My mother was panting and moaning. They were getting louder and louder. I knew that they were both about to cum as well and I rolled over on my back and rested my hand over my wet swollen mound as I listened to them. “Oh god, I’m cumming!!!!” I heard my mother literally scream out. And immediately after that I heard my father loudly groan as he obviously came too. When I heard them cum, I lifted my left hand, made a fist, and with a quick pumping gesture of my arm, I silently mouthed, “YES!!!” as a big smile broke out on my face. After they had both cum, things suddenly got silent, and I realized the danger I was in of being caught, and was horrified at the prospect of actually being caught like this by my parents. With my heart racing anew, now from fear of discovery, I rolled over on all fours and began to crawl back to my bedroom. For some reason I was afraid to stand straight up for fear that I might bump something or that my knees would pop or something would happen that would give me away before I reached the safety of my own room. Crawling back to my room naked, on all fours, with my ass and dripping pussy exposed made me feel like such a slut. When I was finally safely back in my own bed with my door shut, I began to think about what I had just done. How dangerous it had been. How I would die of shame and humiliation had I gotten caught. I told myself that I would never do anything like that again. I wouldn’t take that risk. But of course, the very next day, when once again I was horny thinking about the night’s events, I would place myself in danger. Only this time, I would be caught. But that night, I slept peacefully not realizing that I had left my wet panties in the hallway outside my parents door. [More to cum. Please let me know if you enjoyed this story or any of my others. JohnOne] Caught By Daddy Ch. 02 The next day I think I was horny all day long. I just couldn’t get last night out of my mind: how I had listened to my parents having sex, and how I had stripped naked and masturbated myself to a dripping orgasm right outside their bedroom door. Thinking about how I could have been caught while doing something so blatantly sexual both scared and excited me. I kept grinning to myself every time I replayed the things I heard my parent’s saying to each other, things like, “Fuck me doggy style”, “Stick it in my ass” and “God your cock feels so good inside of me.” Even remembering the loud squeaking of the bed as my parents fucked each other was turning me on. Mom seemed a little different at breakfast. It seemed like every time she looked at me she was trying to suppress a grin of her own. I figured it was just that she was remembering her hot night with daddy, and I didn’t think too much about it. I had the hardest time concentrating on my classes that day; I just wanted to get home and masturbate myself silly before mom and dad got home. But finally my last class finished and I headed home. It was only about a 20 minute walk from the school to my home, but as eager as I was to get home, I didn’t feel like waiting until I got home to start being naughty. So before I headed off toward home I stopped in the restroom and took off my bra and panties and put them in my backpack. I was wearing a skirt that came down to about mid-thigh, so it’s not like anyone could actually see anything down there. But my top was just sheer enough that when I looked in the mirror I could just make out the color of flesh on my tits through the material, and the nipples themselves stood out prominently. The idea of walking home with my tits practically on display and no panties on under my skirt, so that I could feel the breeze on my exposed pussy was making me so hot. The walk home took me through a cemetery which I used as a shortcut. The cemetery actually was in two parts since 12th street ran between the one half of the cemetery and the other. On the back side of the cemetery was an open field that was grown up to about waist height with tall brown grass and weeds. All the way to the cemetery I had been thinking about how excited I had been at the risk of being caught the previous night, and the whole idea of “danger” was really turning me on. I knew that hardly anybody was ever in the cemetery even during the day, so by the time I got there I was ready to up the risk factor. As soon as I got to the gate I lifted my skirt and started rubbing my cunt right there in broad daylight. I even thought about what it would be like to be completely naked and masturbate in the cemetery; but since the cemetery wasn’t very big, even as horny as that thought made me, I was still too afraid of the humiliation of being caught and possibly arrested, that I just continued to walk and masturbate myself with my skirt up. If I saw anyone coming or heard a car coming up the road as I approached the other gate, I could still quickly cover myself. Just before I got to 12th street I lowered my skirt to check for traffic. I saw that no cars were coming from either direction as far as the eye could see. The only building close by was a small apartment building that was right next to the cemetery on the opposite side of the street. Checking to make sure that I couldn’t see anybody at the apartments and that nobody was looking out their window, I not only lifted the front of my skirt to allow my hand access to my pussy, but I also pulled it all the way up in back and wrapped it around my waist holding it with one hand to expose my naked bottom. With the other hand I reached down and thrust two fingers in my pussy and used my thumb to stimulate my clit as I very slowly walked across to the opposite side of the cemetery. I couldn’t believe I was actually exposing myself outside on a public street in the middle of the day! God, what kind of a terrible slut was I? But the thrill just about sent me over the edge, and in thinking back I’m not really sure why I didn’t cum right there in the street. But I made it to the other side without anyone seeing me and again entered through another cemetery gate. I walked ahead across the little narrow paved road that ran inside the cemetery and walked across to the nearest tombstone. At that point I could no longer be seen from the apartments since there were no windows that faced the cemetery. Also the only place I could be seen was from the street I had just crossed; and then only if someone happened to drive by and turn their head in my direction. It wasn’t a very busy street in our small college town of about 12,000, but on an average a car would pass by every five minutes or so, so there was still a risk of being caught. Probably too much of a risk for a rationally thinking person, but right now I was thinking like a man instead of a woman, only instead of thinking with a penis I was thinking with my now very wet and swollen pussy (or would it be my clit?). What I was doing was so naughty that I couldn’t help but to start thinking about one of my favorite sexual themes: spanking. I thought about how humiliating, but yet exciting, it would be to be forced to strip naked and bend over one of these tombstones and get my bare bottom spanked in front of a group of onlookers. Before I go on, I should explain that this part of the cemetery was almost never used. The cemetery itself sat at the top of a little hill. The street – not a very busy one as I have explained – passed by in front of it on one side – or rather ran between the two separate sections of the cemetery. The apartment building was on another side, but as I said, none of the windows faced the cemetery. On the side opposite the apartments was a large field that went down the hill and the nearest cross-street was a good half-mile or more away. The back side of the cemetery was bounded only by a barbed-wire fence beyond which was another empty field that went on down the hill to the street where I lived. Our house and one other were the only ones at the end of the street. I suddenly realized how isolated this part of the cemetery was. Seeing as I already had my bare bottom exposed I made up my mind to take the opportunity to make my fantasy seem even more real. I could still be seen from the street if a car happened to come by, but only if the occupant happened to turn and look into the cemetery. But I figured I would be able to hear any cars coming enough in advance that I could hide behind one of the tombstones until it passed. My heart was pounding like a sledge-hammer in my chest knowing what I was about to do. I sat on the ground, took off my shoes and socks and put them in my backpack (which fortunately only had a few books in it). Then I took of my top and stuffed it in as well. Now the only thing I was wearing was my skirt. I stood up, looked around to convince myself that no one could see me, then quickly slipped my skirt off and stepped out of it. I placed it in the backpack as well and zipped it up. I was now completely naked, in the middle of the afternoon on a bright sunny day, outside in a public cemetery which was inside the city limits. My clothes were zipped up inside my bag so that I couldn’t get to them in any big a hurry. I had never felt so naked, so naughty, and so horny in all my life. I turned around with my ass facing the street and laid myself over the nearest tombstone, the top of which came to just below my waist. I supported myself with my hands and spread my feet to expose my sex. I imagined a group of 10 or 15 people standing behind me, looking at my bare bottom and exposed pussy while they each waited their turn to spank me. In any of my spanking fantasies, I almost always imagine that I am required to ask for my spanking. So, now that I was naked in real life over a tombstone, I played my fantasy out and said out loud: “Please spank me very hard on my bare bottom.” When I left school to walk home I never thought that I would let myself go this far. Not only was I naked outside in the middle of the day, displaying myself in the most lewd fashion I could think of, but now I was also talking out loud saying lewd things dreamed up in my imagination. Only I wasn’t imagining being naked now. What I was doing was real. Then I heard a car coming down the road in the distance. I should have scampered to get behind the tombstone and out of site – I mean, that was the contingency plan. But I was just too horny: too lost in my fantasy and the lustful feelings it inspired. So instead of bolting, I remained in position. Because I was head down over the tombstone I couldn’t see the car, but I heard it coming closer. The closer it got the harder my heart pounded in my chest. I could feel the wetness of my pussy and was sure that it was literally dripping onto the grass behind me. Had my legs not been spread as far apart as I could get them while still maintaining my position over the tombstone, I have no doubt that my sex juices would have been flowing like a river down the insides of my thighs. I could tell by the sound of the car that it was now too close: I had passed the point of no return. I couldn’t possibly hide in time now and if I tried I knew that my movement would only draw the attention of the approaching motorist. I heard the car approach and go by without slowing down. I was sure that meant that I hadn’t been seen. But I had put myself in the position of being caught, possibly arrested – surely humiliated; and had made no attempt to hide or cover myself, even when the risk of discovery was imminent. My fear factor had just peaked out, but right then it only pushed me to the brink of my sexual limits. I rolled off of the tombstone, and right there on the grass I sprawled myself out on my back and plunged three fingers of my left hand deep into my steaming hot pussy and with my other hand furiously rubbed my clitoris. I was so hot that I didn’t even make any attempt at being quiet and found myself panting and grunting aloud. Within seconds I felt my body begin to spasm with intense orgasmic release. As I did so I arched my back to display my pussy even more lewdly in the hot afternoon air and let out the kind of moan that only comes from an intense sexual release. Immediately after cumming I began to panic. I didn’t dare get caught. And now that the sexual passion had been dissipated, the thought of getting caught was nothing more than pure fear. I grabbed my backpack and quickly moved behind a tree where I dressed as quickly as possible. I then walked the rest of the way home, not believing what I had just done. Terrified that I would even do such a thing. “What if mom and dad found out?” I thought to myself. “My life would be over!” I quickly walked the rest of the way home. When I got inside I decided to try to watch TV to take my mind off of the terrible chance I had just taken. I think I caught the tail end of an afternoon movie; I don’t really remember. Mostly I was just trying to calm down a bit after having finger fucked myself naked outside in the open. At least I hadn’t been caught. That was such a relief. I really wasn’t paying much attention to the movie since I still couldn’t get my mind off of sex. After about a half-hour of attempting to calm down, I actually started feeling horny again. A little while ago, thinking about what I had just done scared me; now it was exciting me again. I went to my room and took off my clothes. Then I laid down on the bed intending to masturbate. I began by caressing around my nipples with one hand and with the other I caressed myself up and down my silky smooth body. I closed my eyes and just let myself enjoy the enticing sensations. I let my one hand lightly brush up the insides of my thighs, brushing the edges of my shaven pussy. As the erotic sensations began to build I began to writhe on the bed. An occasional moan escaped my lips as I continued to pleasure myself. I started thinking about mom and dad from the night before, and that’s when I decided that this would feel so much better, so much naughtier, if I were to do it on their bed. I got up and walked to the other end of the hallway and into my parent’s bedroom. I sprawled out on my stomach on the velvety smooth bedspread that covered their bed. I had my legs spread to show off my cunt and my asshole to an imaginary audience. I stretched myself out spread eagle on the bed with my hands reaching across the king sized bed. The smoothness of the bedspread felt so exhilarating on my bare skin and I began to lewdly grind my pussy against the bedspread while keeping my legs and arms widely spread, imagining that I was tied down in this position for a lover – or several lover’s – amusement. I got to thinking again about mommy and daddy making love on this same bed. I got to thinking about how explicit their sex-talk was. And then a thought struck me, out of the blue: “I wonder if they have any sex toys?” As soon as that thought occurred to me, I had to know. I got up off the bed and started looking around. As I got up I noticed that there was a wet spot on the bedspread where I had been rubbing my pussy. I didn’t know how I was going to explain that if my parent’s happen to notice a stain on their beautiful bedspread, but to tell you the truth, at that moment, knowing that I would be leaving behind evidence of my sexual activity on my parent’s bed was just making me more horny. First, I looked under the bed. Nothing there. I tried going through their dresser drawers but still came up empty. Then I went into their walk-in closet. In the far back corner, under some old blankets I found a large duffel bag. I unzipped it and looked inside. Bingo! I had hit the mother load. Inside were an assortment of dildos, butt plugs, vibrators, a couple of electronic gizmos that I had no idea what they were for, and even, to my shock and amazement, a fair assortment of spanking instruments: paddles, canes, short whips, rubber floggers, leather floggers. I even found a blindfold and velvet lined handcuffs and leather restraints with Velcro. I couldn’t believe it! Not only were my parents sex maniacs, they were even kinky. I had to try out some of their toys. I took the bag out and laid it on the bed. I dug around inside until I found some kind of a synthetic, rubbery vibrator/dildo that was fashioned like a man’s hard cock. I decided that that would work nicely and laid myself over the edge of the bed with my feet resting on the floor and my butt almost hanging off the side of the bed. I held the fake penis up to look at it more. “I wonder if that’s what my daddy’s penis looks like when he’s fucking mommy,” I thought to myself. I took the penis in my mouth and began lewdly sucking on it while grinding my pelvis in the open air before another imaginary audience, enticing each and every one of them to fuck me. I imagined them one by one stripping off their clothes and sticking their hard cocks into me while I gave felatio to the rubber dildo, each man shooting his cum over my naked body before giving way to the next man to use me. The whole time I was acting out my fantasy with the dildo/penis in my mouth I was thinking about this penis having been inside my mother’s pussy, and that thought made me wild with excitement. Then I began thinking about my daddy being the next man in line and taking his turn fucking me. The idea of my own father seeing me like this, seeing my nakedness, my unabashed sexual desire; seeing me getting fucked by a group of men; watching as I sucked on the dildo and ground my hips into one man after another while I moaned and screamed out orgasm after orgasm, was making me so hot. I had to feel that penis inside of me and took it out of my mouth and thrust it into my eager pussy. With the cock pumping in and out of me, I used my other hand to stimulate my clit. I could tell I was getting so close to orgasm, and yet I was trying to hold back, to make it last until my body would literally overpower my will. I slowed down the thrusting of the penis, trying hard not to orgasm just yet. I felt the wetness of my pussy on my ass hole as the juices ran freely and dripped on the floor and the edge of the bed. God, I was so hot – so close to cumming. I had my head tilted back as far as it could go, arching my back and giving myself over to the sex. I wanted to see the cock sliding in and out of me and looked up… “Oh, god, Daddy!!!” My father had walked in on me masturbating on his bed! Several things seemed to happen all at once. I felt my face flush with the most total shame I could ever imagine. My heart skipped a beat before pounding hard against my sternum with a sense of utter dread. The words “my life is over” passed through my head. I tried to hide my shame from my father who had seen me gyrating against the fake penis I held in my hand – and that was buried in my pussy. I pulled the penis out of me and tried to cover myself. Since I was on top of the bedspread I had nothing to cover myself with, so I turned to the side and pulled my legs up into the fetal position covering my pussy with my hand. I wanted to hide my face, but I was like a deer frozen with fear in the middle of the rode looking at the oncoming headlights. I just stared into my daddy’s face. I knew that my attempt at covering myself had failed dismally. I could still feel the coolness of the air on my wet exposed ass hole that was pointing straight at my daddy. I just froze. Naked. Caught. “I’m sorry that I embarrassed you honey,” my father said at last. He was sorry? I was the one caught acting like a whore, and he was sorry? My mind was trying to make sense of the strange sounding words I was hearing from my father at such a time. My daddy sat on the bed behind me. When he did I finally turned my head down into the bed and closed my eyes to hide my face but otherwise I didn’t move. Tears welled up in my eyes. I felt my daddy put his hand on my shoulder; then I heard him speak to me in a tender loving voice: “I’m really sorry if I spoiled the mood you were in. I don’t want to leave you feeling frustrated after you were obviously so close to cumming, and even though I’m sure that it’s tremendously embarrassing to have your father sit next to you while you are naked and continue to talk to you after finding you masturbating, before I leave I just want to tell you to never, ever, be ashamed of your sexuality. It’s such an important and wonderful part of who you are, and I hope that you will enjoy your sexuality as much as your mother and I enjoy ours.” After a short pause, as if he wasn’t sure quite what to say next, he continued. . “I’m going to go now, honey, but I really hope that you will be able to continue what you were doing until you are satisfied. Don’t cheat yourself by holding back. Make all the noise you want and take all the time you need. When you are through I’ll be waiting for you downstairs. I really want to talk to you about all of this later.” I felt the weight lift from the bed and heard my father walking out the door. I lay there stunned. Daddy hadn’t called me a whore, he hadn’t yelled at me, he hadn’t acted like the worst thing in the world had happened to his daughter as I had feared he would. Instead, he had validated me: validated my sexuality. Called it good! Told me I was all right. Not only that, but he had apologized to me for ruining my mood and had given me the green light to finish masturbating myself without any restraint whatsoever! He even encouraged me to finish! I lifted my head and looked at the door. My father hadn’t bothered to pull it shut. I thought of the words he had just said: “Make all the noise you want.” And then he had said that he would be waiting for me downstairs. It dawned on me why he must have said that: He wanted to hear me! He wanted to know that I was on his bed giving myself sexual pleasure and he wanted me to make noise so that he could hear me doing it! That had to be why he left the door open. He wanted me to know that he could hear me, and to know that he knew exactly what I was doing! Caught By Daddy Ch. 02 My worse nightmare had become a dream come true – or nearly so. I had no idea what I was going to say to daddy when I went downstairs, but right now all that mattered is that I was more sexually aroused than I had ever been in my life and that my daddy wanted to hear me giving myself sex. I wasn’t going to disappoint him. I wondered if he had really gone downstairs or if he was really just outside the door listening out of sight. I hoped it was the latter. I remembered my mother’s voice from the night before telling him to fuck her doggy style and I immediately got up on my knees with my head still down against the bed. I reached back with the dildo (that I had never bothered to turn off) and began fucking myself anew. I moaned loudly and deliberately, letting my father know how hot I was. Having sex – in a sense – right in front of my father. I wanted to say “Fuck me daddy!” so that he could hear, but I was still a little bit unsure. After all, what if leaving the door open had just been an oversight and I was only imagining that he wanted to hear. I didn’t want to ruin my relationship to my father forever by letting him know that I was imagining him fucking me. Still, I was horny and couldn’t help but take advantage of the situation. I looked between my legs as I continued to loudly fuck myself with the penis. I saw drips of my bodily fluid dripping from between my legs onto the bedspread. I thought of the stain it would make. Knowing that my father was hearing everything; knowing that he knew what I was doing; seeing and feeling the drips coming from my aroused pussy and knowing that my daddy would know where those stains came from, all drove me over the edge. At last my body had achieved it’s coo over me. I continued to thrust the vibrating cock into me and screamed at the top of my lungs. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!” I didn’t care if the whole world heard me at that point. I wanted the world – I wanted my daddy – to know that I was cumming! After cumming so hard, I collapsed on the bed, relishing the wetness of my satisfied pussy against the bedspread. I knew I had to get up and go downstairs now and talk to my father. I got up and walked to my room to grab my robe. As I did so I passed in front of the open stairway landing and could see my daddy sitting in the living room with his back to me. I almost walked downstairs naked but was still a bit unsure and timid, so I walked into my room and grabbed my robe. Then I headed downstairs. “I can’t believe this,” I thought to myself as I made my way down the staircase, “I’m going to talk to my daddy – who has just seen and heard me masturbate – about my sexuality.” I couldn’t wait.