1 comments/ 8423 views/ 13 favorites Daddy Complex Ch. 01: Giving It Up By: Fit_for_a_Fuck Every guy worries about finding the right girl. Even though I was 18 years old and in my senior year of high school, just a week away from graduation, I still had anxiety when it came to girls and dating. Being a tad on the social awkward side, I was never very good with the female species. After several failed flings, I met Amber who was the same age as me. She was amazing, blonde and pretty, perky and cute, with a great body. Even though we had only been dating for three months, I knew that she was the one for me and I knew that I'd do just about anything to keep her. Amber definitely wielded the power in our relationship and, being immature and insecure, I pretty much did whatever she wanted. I catered to her every wish, driving her places, buying her things, and being on call for her 24/7. I was pretty much her lap dog. Not that I minded much. I was just happy to have someone as beautiful as Amber in my life and I never wanted it to end. Amber and I spent almost all of our free time together. I lived with my dad and he usually didn't get home from work until late, so we pretty much had the house to ourselves. This, of course, gave us plenty of opportunities to explore and experiment sexually. One Friday night we were sitting on the couch watching TV. We had smoked some pot earlier and were feeling pretty buzzed. Amber looked over at me and said, "I really like you, Dylan." "I really like you too, Amber," I replied not knowing why she was acting so sentimental. "And you would do anything for me?" "Of course, babe, what's this all about?" "I don't want you to freak out, but I kinda want to take our relationship to the next level." "What do you mean?" "Well, I'm going to ask you to do something for me, and it's kinda weird, but it's something I've been fantasizing about for a long time." "You know I'd do anything for you, babe, just tell me." I was starting to get nervous and curious at the same time. "What do you think about doing it with another guy?" "Like a threesome?" "Like you dressing up like a slutty girl and giving a guy a blowjob and letting him fuck you in the ass while I watch." "Um...," I struggled to find words. I was absolutely shocked by Amber's request. The thought of dressing up like a girl and doing things with another guy disgusted me at first. It felt pretty weird for a boyfriend to hear his girlfriend ask him to make love to another guy just so she could watch, but I couldn't help feeling a certain thrill from the sheer curiosity of it. "Um, this is really weird, babe," I said. "Are you sure this isn't just the pot talking?" "No, I really want this," she said in a serious tone. "Ever since I can remember I've wanted to see a guy getting fucked by another guy up close in person. It would be so kinky for me," she said seductively placing her hand against the front of my pants, "seeing you dressed up like a slut, in a submissive role, getting dominated by some hot stud. God, I'm getting wet just thinking about it. Could we please do it tonight? I really, really need this, Dylan." "Um, well, I...I guess we could," I reluctantly consented. I was worried that if I refused she would leave me for someone who was more open to experimentation. "Did you, uh, have someone in mind?" Amber averted her gaze for a while as if she was thinking about something. When she returned her eyes to mine her mouth contorted into a devious smile. I could tell she had an idea brewing in that pretty head of hers. "You know, babe, I've got a naughty idea," she smirked. "It would be really hard to find someone on such short notice, but we both know someone who will be home shortly who could...you know...fill the role." "Amber! You don't mean...," I was completely shocked that she would even think that that would be an option. "Sure, why not?" she replied nonchalantly. "Seeing you do it with your dad would make it like ten times hotter for me. He's not just some random guy, but someone you love and respect. It's like super dirty and super romantic at the same time. Plus, your dads like mega hot. I bet his cock is totally gorgeous!" "Amber! You can't be serious!" I protested in disgust. "He's my dad! That's so gross!" "So you think my fantasies are gross?" she said in a bitchy tone. "Maybe I should just go then. I was so stupid to think..." "Amber, wait." My greatest fear was now being realized. If I didn't give into her demands and go through with this, then she would find someone who would. This was her way of giving me an ultimatum. "Please, I just..." "Look, Dylan, I know putting you in an awkward position," she said returning her hand to my crotch. "But, if you think about it, what I'm asking you to do isn't all that weird. I mean, you love your dad, right?" "Of course I do." "Well, wouldn't the best way to show your dad how much you love him be to satisfy his sexual needs?" "I...um..." "Think about it, Dylan, he's forty-five and divorced, he doesn't get out much and probably hasn't gotten lucky in a while, what with his stressful job and everything. Think about how happy it would make him to release all that sexual tension." "I...I don't know, babe," I stuttered. "Don't tell me you've never thought about what it would be like to, you know, be with a man your dad's age, on your knees, taking his cock down your throat, begging for him to fuck you. It would feel so wrong and so right at the same time, a teenage boy doing it with an older guy. I know you're thinking about it; I can feel your dick getting harder by the second." She had me. I couldn't deny that I was getting hard thinking about how kinky it would be doing it with my dad. I know, it probably sounds strange, but I was high and horny and Amber had slowly talked me into it. I was curious. A few years ago I had stumbled upon a bunch of raunchy father/son sex stories online where the son dressed up all feminine and seduced his dad. Reading these stories had gotten me super hard, so when Amber suggested bringing out my girly submissive side and doing it with my dad no less, I guess I couldn't deny it made me even more open to the idea. "I'll do it," I said flatly. "Oh, thank you so much, babe!" she hooted giving me a big hug. "You have no idea how much this means to me." Amber's excitement made it clear to me that she cared little for my own personal feelings. I was nothing more than a pawn in making her sexual fantasy a reality. But I didn't want to lose her so I played along. My dad was going to be home in an hour, so Amber put me to work getting ready. She grabbed her backpack and led me upstairs to the bathroom. We took a shower together and she shaved my body smooth. She made sure my asshole was clean by sliding a soapy finger in and out. It felt weird, having something in my ass, but it didn't hurt and after awhile it felt kind of good. It helped that Amber played with my dick and balls to ease some of the tension I was feeling. She gave me a sensual kiss and told me how happy I was making her, which made me feel a little better about the situation. After we finished showering Amber toyed with my bleached blonde emo-ish hair, giving me a sexy comb over to make me look more fem, and put some eye shadow and pink lip gloss on me. Next, we went to my bedroom. She dumped the contents of her backpack onto my bed to reveal a colorful assortment of thongs, panties, bras, stockings, skirts, dresses, blouses, heels, and all manner of lingerie. I was taken aback. She had clearly been planning this for some time. I had never thought about wearing women's clothing, but the thought of doing it wasn't a total turn off. Amber picked out a black mini-dress and held it up to me. "Here," she said handing me the flimsy garment. "We're practically the same size, so this should fit you." She grabbed a black g-string with a cheetah print on the front, a string of fake pearls, and a pair of chunky black six-inch platform heels and gave them to me. "Amber, what if my dad doesn't go for this?" I asked holding the outfit out in front of me. "He will, trust me," she answered. "I read online somewhere that all dads have sexual fantasies about their sons every now and then, it's like natural, a taboo or something. Anyway, they see them as girls, so the more feminine we make you look the more he'll want you. But for this to work you need to make your dad believe you want him too. I'll try to help you as much as I can, but you're the one who needs to convince him." "But how?" "You'll have to flirt with him, talk dirty to him, and urge him on. If you show him how willing you are, he won't be able to resist you. Trust me, I know guys." "I...I'll try to do my best," I said. "You'll do fine, sweetie," she said. "Oh, I almost forgot." She reached into the front pocket of her backpack and pulled out a tube of KY lube and a small pink butt plug. "Uh, what is that?" I asked nervously. "It's a butt plug, Dylan, duh," Amber said. "We need to make sure your asshole is nice and ready. Now, bend over." I put my hands on the edge of the bed and did as she commanded. I heard her squirt some lube on the toy before feeling the cold wet tip press against my asshole. "Unh," I grunted as she slowly began inserting the plug past my sphincter. I felt a little bit of pain radiate through my anal walls. My body reacted by trying to push the intrusive object out but Amber held it firmly in place. Honestly, it didn't really hurt all that much; it just felt weird and uncomfortable. I had never had anything up my ass before, so this was an entirely new experience. "Almost done," she said after it was almost all the way in. "You're doing great, baby." When the last few centimeters slid in, I was left with a feeling of complete fullness in my asshole. It sorta felt like I had to take a big shit. "There, how does it feel, babe?" Amber asked. "Uh, kinda weird, but not that bad," I said. "Great, get changed and I'll meet you downstairs," she said. "I'm so excited. I can hardly wait." She gave me a peck on the cheek and left me to change alone in my bedroom. I stripped off my t-shirt and jeans and began the process of transforming myself into a sissy slut. I took the mini-dress and tossed it over my head, allowing it to fall to the top of my thighs. It fit tight around my chest and stomach and barely covered my ass cheeks. Next, I slid the thong up my smooth milky thighs until it stretched between my butt crack. I sat down on the edge of my bed and put on the chunky black heels. To top it all off, I double wrapped the long pearl necklace and slipped it over my head, allowing the creamy white orbs to dangle against my exposed neck and chest. I spent a few minutes staring at myself in the mirror. I didn't look half bad. In fact, I looked pretty damn good! The sexy outfit highlighted my more feminine features like my tight belly, bubble butt, and long legs. The contrast between the black dress and my pale white skin was a real turn on. I noticed a bulge forming in the front of the dress near my crotch. Honestly, I was getting incredibly horny just looking at myself. The butt plug lodged in my ass didn't help matters. If I could, I would have bent me over right then and there and fucked the shit out of me! "Wow, babe, you look incredible," Amber said as I stumbled in the heels down the stairs into the living room. She was still wearing the clothes she had on before: a white tank top, skimpy jean shorts, and black converse sneakers. She walked over to me and immediately started running her hands all over my body, feeling my chest, belly, and ass through the soft material of the dress. "Oh my god, look at you," she giggled. "Your dad's totally gonna love it." I felt a lump forming in my throat at the thought of having to confront my father dressed like a hooker. "God, your ass looks great in this," she said turning me around so she could see my backside. "I'm so turned on right now." "Really?" "Totally, my pussy is dripping wet," she purred. "I can't wait for your dad to get home. This is going to be amazing." As with everything we did, I let Amber take the lead, allowing her to lead me by the hand over to the couch. We sat down, our legs touching, her hand gently caressing my exposed thigh. "You know, Dylan, I've always thought you were kinda girly," Amber said gazing deep into my eyes. "I think you look so hot right now. Any guy would be lucky to get the chance to fuck you." "Uh, thanks, I guess." I didn't really know how to respond to a compliment like that. "I'm just so nervous, if this ever gets out..." "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," she said in a soothing voice. "Just relax." She brought her small hand to my chin and turned my face toward hers. She leaned in and planted a tender kiss against my lips. Her lips felt so soft and gentle. I responded by wrapping my arm around her back and pulling her into me, hungrily mashing my lips against hers. Our mouths opened wider and wider, allowing us to swap spit between us. It was intoxicating, the feeling of the stud in her tongue rolling over my own slick tongue. My body relaxed and responded to Amber's touch as I allowed her tongue to explore my warm wet mouth. As we continued making out, her hand slowly moved up my thigh and under the hem of the dress. I felt her grab and squeeze my ass cheek. Something about her touching me like that, treating me like I was a girl, started getting me really excited and I felt my already hard boner stiffen a little more. My hands began exploring her body, groping her ass through her shorts. It didn't feel like our normal make out sessions. It felt different, almost like I was a teenage girl making out with another teenage girl. We got so lost in the moment that we failed to hear my father come in through the front door. "Dylan? What the hell?!" I heard my dad gasp. His briefcase made a loud "clunk" when it hit the floor. Amber and I abruptly broke our kiss and turned to him. He was just standing there, in the doorway, with his mouth hanging wide open. I'm not going to lie. My dad looked amazing for a man nearing fifty. Tall, tan, and muscular, he was a pillar of confidence and masculinity. He went the gym often and kept his body in shape. He often reminded me of a Men's Health model, clean-shaven, dark hair with grey speckled in, and absolutely handsome. We had a really good relationship. Having lived alone together for almost twelve years without my mom, we did a lot of "guy" stuff together like going to sporting events, playing video games, watching Star Wars (our favorite movies), and occasionally drinking beer together even though I was still underage. When he walked in on us a wave of shame and embarrassment washed over me. I started to get really nervous, my body shaking all over, my cheeks flushed. I had gotten so lost in making out with Amber that I had completely forgotten that the major part of her fantasy involved me doing the nasty with my own dad. It finally dawned on me that her twisted fantasy could ruin the very healthy relationship I had with my father. I started to get scared that the man I loved so much, the only family I really had, might actually disown me. "Follow my lead," Amber whispered into my ear. I gulped. "Hello, Mr. Johnson," she said in a cute perky voice. "Dylan, what's going on here?" my dad asked sternly. "Dylan has something he needs to tell you," Amber said turning her attention to me. "Go ahead, babe." "Dylan?" my dad asked with a concerned look. This was my moment. "I'm sorry, dad," I said dropping my head before raising it again to meet his puzzled gaze. "But I think I have a crush on you." He just stared at me with bug eyes for a few seconds before uttering, "I, uh, I don't understand." The look of shock and disgust on his face started to make me think that Amber's plan wasn't going to work, but her words came back to me: "You'll have to flirt with him, talk dirty to him, and urge him on. If you show him how willing you are, he won't be able to resist you." "I just...I just can't stop thinking about you," I continued trying to summon as much confidence as I could. "I can't stop...thinking about all the things I want to do to you...and all the things I want you to do to me." I couldn't believe I was actually saying these words out loud. But the more I did, the more I gradually started to believe them. "Holy shit, Dylan," my dad said with a deep sigh running his hands nervously through his hair. "I, uh, I just don't know what to say." "Come on, babe," Amber said taking my hand. Together, our hands entwined, we walked over to my stunned motionless father. I was so nervous. Each click of my heels against the wood floor seemed like a nail being driven into my coffin. We didn't stop until we were practically touching him. "Doesn't your son look sexy, Mr. Johnson," Amber said. "He wore this outfit just for you, and he's willing to do anything you want...anything." "But Dylan, I don't...," my dad said struggling to understand the situation. "What is Amber doing here?" "Oh, don't mind me, Mr. Johnson," Amber replied. "This was all Dylan's idea. He loves you so much and wants to make you happy. I'm just here for moral support." "Dylan, I can't...," he said, sounding a little irritated. "You can't...you can't feel this way...it's wrong." "Your cock doesn't lie, Mr. Johnson," Amber teased running her hand along the unmistakable bulge forming in the front of my dad's dress pants. "From how hard you are, I can tell how much you love seeing your son dressed up like a cheap whore." She wasn't wrong. Even though he still had his pants on, I could clearly see my dad's cock stiffening up by the second right in front of me. His face looked so flustered, like he was angry and horny at the same time. It kind of made me feel a sense of pride and accomplishment knowing that I could have that effect on an older guy, my own father no less. I wanted to explore it more. Slowly but surely, Amber's perverse fantasy was becoming my own. "No, I, uh," my dad said pushing her hand away. "It's just that...what if..." "Don't worry, Mr. Johnson, this is just between the three of us," Amber winked at him. She took my hand and pressed it against the front of my dad's dress pants. "Here, babe, feel how hard he is for you." As soon as my hand reached his pants, I immediately felt the rigged outline of his cock pulsating against my palm. "Oh, wow," I said softly, mesmerized by the fact that I was feeling up my own father. I couldn't believe I was actually going through with this. A little over an hour ago I was just a normal straight high school senior with an overbearing girlfriend. Now I was touching my dad in a sexual way. It should have felt wrong, but it didn't. In a lot of ways it felt completely natural. With her hand still on top of mine, Amber encouraged me to take it one step further, moving my hand up and down his crotch. "Oh...Dylan...," my father moaned. I could tell he was enjoying it. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as my hand slowly ran up and down the full length of his sheathed cock at Amber's urgings. Before long she let go and my hand moved on its own. Sensing an opportunity, Amber nudged my arm with her elbow, and mouthed, "Flirt with him," to me, before stepping away from us. "Oh, daddy," I purred in the most innocent girly voice I could muster. "Your cock feels so hard." "Dylan...this is so wrong," he groaned in protest. His body was responding to my touch, but his mind was still trying to resist me. "If you weren't my son, I'd want you, but..." I ignored his pleas and continued massaging his clothed shaft. The more he resisted me, the more I wanted him. I couldn't remember ever wanting anything more. For eighteen years I had loved him as much as a son could, but now I wanted something more, something deeper. After all the sacrifices he made for me over the years, I wanted to pay him back, give him the pleasure I knew he was missing out on. I knew the best way to make him completely give in was to show him just how much I wanted this. Daddy Complex Ch. 01: Giving It Up "Dad," I said getting his attention. He looked down at me and I whispered to him, "I want this." I placed my palm against his cheek and brought my face to his. He responded by putting his hands on my hips and gently pulling my small frame deeper into his. Our lips collided in a wave of fiery passion. It was so intense. I had never kissed another guy before. His lips were coarse and hard, mashing against my plump girly ones. His rough five o'clock stubble scraped against my smooth facial skin, but I didn't care. I parted my lips and allowed him to push his tongue into my warm wet mouth. I savored every second of it. Kissing my dad like that for the first time was one of the singular most erotic moments I have ever experienced. Growing up he had always kissed me gently on the lips before tucking me into bed. But now we were kissing like lovers, completely lost in exploring each other's mouths. It was as if that kiss encapsulated everything between us. All the pent-up sexual frustration my dad carried in him and the deep affection and appreciation I had for him exploded in a single flash of forbidden lust. Everything else seemed to fade away, as if we were the only two people left in the universe. After breaking our kiss, I leaned back and placed both of my girly palms against his muscular chest. He maintained his firm grip on my love handles. I slowly shifted my gaze upward. When our eyes met, I knew we were both feeling the same thing. "Wow," I heard Amber say. "That was, uh... so romantic." The look on her face was one of shock and awe. I don't think she ever expected her little game to go this far. But now that it had she was at a loss for words. "Amber, could you please give my son and I some privacy?" my dad asked. I was surprised to see my father confront my girlfriend like that. I had never once seen him act like that, but the way he took control of the situation only increased my attraction towards him. Up until that point, Amber had been calling the shots. But my dad was in charge now. It was almost as if now that he knew what he wanted it would be on his terms and no one else's. "Dylan?" she said shooting me a look of disappointment. "Please, Amber," I replied. "We need some...alone time." I heard her scoff but I didn't care. She no longer had any control over me. The only one I wanted to have control over me was the hot stud standing in front of me, my own father. Ignoring Amber, I returned my gaze to meet his. I was so spellbound by the intimate bond that was forming between us that I hardly heard Amber slam the door when she left. Honestly, I could have cared less. All I wanted was to be alone with my dad. Nothing else mattered at that point. "This is so crazy," he said shaking his head in disbelief. "Hey," I replied gently caressing his cheek, turning his face to mine. "Stay with me." "I'm sorry, it's just that...I want to make sure this is what you really want." "It is, I promise," I said returning my hand to the bulge in his pants. "Mmm, and I can tell you want it too." "God, you remind me so much of your mom when she was your age," he told me. "You look so much like her, blue eyes, perfect skin, great body." "Thank you," I cooed at his compliment. "Now, where were we?" With that I leaned in and started kissing him sweetly on the lips. He responded by pulling me towards him, enveloping my mouth in his. It felt amazing having him take charge like that, as if I was a young girl being taken by a big strong man. I draped my arms around his neck and slid my tongue into his mouth. Before I knew it his rough manly hands moved from my hips to my plump ass cheeks. We had touched each other countless time over the years, wresting, tickling, and playful slaps on the butt, but never like this. The way he was touching me, squeezing my ass like that, drove me wild. As we continued making out I took my hands and began unbuttoning his dress shirt, moving down the front in rhythmic fashion, popping open every button as I went. Before long, his tanned muscular chest and abs protruded from beneath the white fabric. I broke our kiss to remove his shirt completely, allowing it to drop to the floor. I couldn't help but stare in awe at his incredibly fit body. He was so hot and manly and chiseled. I was lucky to have him all to myself. "You're such a hunk, dad," I said running my hands all over his chest, shoulders, and biceps. I couldn't believe how hard and muscular he felt. I placed my dainty palms against his puffy chest and allowed my fingers to playfully graze his hardened nipples. I leaned my face in and left several little kisses on his neck. He gently grasped the back of my head and turned my face up toward his. He bent down and kissed me full on the mouth before saying, "I want to see all of you." I gave him a seductive look and crisscrossed my arms, grasping the straps of the dress with my fingers. I slowly pulled them down, revealing my naked shoulders, before sliding the garment down my torso and legs. I now stood before my father in nothing but a black cheetah print g-string and stripper heels. It had been a long time since I had been this exposed in front of him. But this was nothing like the innocent bubble baths he used to give me when I was a child. I wasn't a little boy anymore. With my dad lustfully eyeing my shapely teenage body, I felt like such a dirty slut and I loved it. "You look so sexy, son," he said cupping my soft tender boy tits with his rough hands. "Just like a pornstar; my little pornstar." "Oh, daddy," I moaned as he groped my breasts. "God, it's been so long since I've been with a woman," he said. "I'll be your girl tonight, daddy," I whispered softly. "I feel like the luckiest dad on the planet right now," he said before wrapping his muscular arms around me and pulling me into him. Our lips met again in a gush of sloppy wet kisses. It felt amazing, the sensation of our slick wet tongues sliding in and out of each others' mouths. It felt so good to be in his arms. It made me feel secure, loved, and desired all at the same time. His hands were all over me, caressing my naked shoulders, back, and ass. I couldn't believe how forceful he was being, ravishing me like a wild animal. It was such a turn on. As we continued making out I slowly let my fingers trace down his six-pack abs to the waist of his dress pants. With one hand I popped open the button of his pants and slowly slid the zipper down. I turned my palm upwards and allowed my fingers to casually slip down the front of his opened pants. I expected to feel his boxer briefs but when I felt the tip of his naked cock my eyes widened. "You aren't wearing any underwear," I remarked in astonishment. "I haven't for years," he explained. "That's so kinky," I said returning my lips to his. I instinctively wrapped my fingers around his hard shaft and held it in my hand as I kissed him. It felt so warm and the girth made my hand feel like a dainty girl's hand. The taboo sensation of touching my own father's naked cock drove me wild and urged me to get a little braver. Before long my hand moved down and cupped his hairless walnut-sized balls, rolling them gently around in my palm. I savored the weight of his sack and gave it a tender squeeze which caused him to break our kiss. He looked down at me with lust in his eyes and placed his hands on my bare shoulders. I knew what he wanted and I knew I wanted to give it to him. He deserved it. Amber was right. The divorce had been hard on him. I hadn't seen him with a woman since mom left. He didn't have a lot of friends. He worked long hours at the office and hardly had any free time. He deserved someone who truly loved and appreciated him, someone who would satisfy his deepest sexual desires. Tonight, that someone was going to be me. I stared deep into his eyes and said, "I want to make you happy, daddy." Without saying a word he applied some pressure to the top of my shoulders. He wasn't forceful or anything, but I dutifully followed his lead and dropped to my knees, keeping my eyes locked on his the entire time. I gripped the waist of his pants as I went down and allowed my hands to pull them down until they settled around his ankles. As soon as I got settled in, my ass cheeks resting against the backs of the black leather heels, I turned my attention to the long thick cock in front of me, wrapping my slim fingers around the base. Up close it looked like a throbbing nine-inch tower of flesh and veins jettisoning out from a well-manicured nest of pubic hair. Its bronze color perfectly matched my dad's tan skin. I had seen it before. When I was younger he used to put me in the shower with him in the mornings to save time. I remember staring up at his flaccid penis and being a little bit afraid of it. Now all I wanted to do was put it in my mouth. "Oh, yes," he groaned, sensing what was about to happen. "Oh, fuck yes, Dylan." I turned my head up one last time, gazing at my dad with innocent puppy-dog eyes. The look on his face was to die for. Any girl who has ever given a guy a blowjob knows that look. That look of surprise and anticipation that every man gets when a girl is about to go down on him. My dad was giving me that look and I relished every second of it. I was definitely nervous, my hands were practically shaking, but that look on my dad's face gave me a boot of confidence. I wanted to make him feel like a real man, like a king, who deserved to get a world-class blowjob. I stroked the entire length of his shaft and he let out a throaty groan. Still holding the base of his cock I brought my face forward and stuck my tongue out. I closed my eyes and allowed my tongue to swirl around the gooey tip, savoring my first taste of his precum. It tasted sweet and salty at the same time, the perfect balance. I leaned in further and puckered my lips until they touched the mushroom-shaped cockhead. I felt his precum smear all over them as I tenderly kissed the tip and smiled shyly. "Ohh...yess," he moaned, placing his hand on the back of my head. He firmly brought my head forward and eased the tip of his cock passed my lips which elicited a muffled "Mmm" from me. I didn't put up any resistance, allowing him to guide his cock into my mouth. I had never given a blowjob before, but I had watched enough porn and received a few blowjobs from Amber to know the basics. I went slowly at first, taking about an inch into my mouth before pulling back. I repeated the motion over and over again, trying to take a little more each time. Before long I was taking three inches of his hard cock into my mouth. "Oh, this is so good, I haven't had a blowjob since high school," he moaned, removing his hand from my head, allowing me to go to work on him. "Oh, that's it, Dylan. Good boy." "Mmm...Mmm...Mmm," I moaned as his cock slid between my lips. I couldn't belief I was blowing him. It felt like I was dreaming. This was the same man who had taught me how to ride a bike, took me to baseball games, and made pancakes for me every Saturday morning. Now I was sucking his cock, the very same cock I came from. I felt so naughty and kinky. "Oh, wow," he groaned. "God, you're such a good cocksucker, Dylan." I soon got lost in the rhythmic repetition of sucking. My father's moans and encouraging dirty talk along with the constant sensation of something long and hard sliding between my lips lulled me into a trance-like state. It was extremely intoxicating. I honestly never felt more like myself than being on my knees with a cock in my mouth. Playing the "female" role, in a position of complete submission before a dominant older man, I felt right at home. At that moment, all I cared about was pleasing him. His pleasure became my pleasure. I sucked him for a few minutes before finally pulling off. When I did I noticed that the matt brown flesh of his cock now glistened with my saliva. I instinctively ran my hand up and down the length of his slick wet shaft, slowly jacking him off, resulting in a rhythmic "Shlick," "Shlick," "Shlick" sound filling the room. He rested his hands on either side of my head and pulled me back onto his hard cock. Within seconds I felt his cockhead slide along my warm wet tongue until it lightly nudged the back of my throat. He ran his fingers through my hair, easing his long pole in and out of my mouth with each stroke. I did my best to keep up with his rhythm, sucking and slurping as his cock slid in and out of my mouth. "Oh, hell yeah, son!" my father grunted, picking up the pace. "Unh! Take my cock...oh yeah...just like that." "Gllgg...Gllgg...Gllgg," was the sound my throat made as he fucked my face. He was in total control now. I was at his mercy. All I could do was focus on relaxing my throat muscles and taking as much of his hard throbbing cock as I could. To be perfectly honest, I loved how dominant he was being, forcing me to take his cock like that. Growing up he had never spanked me or yelled at me, so seeing this side of him was a new experience, and one that I was definitely enjoying. With his hard cock pumping in and out of my mouth I gazed up at him with open eyes and relished the look of approval he was giving me. "Oh, fuck," he groaned. "You look so fucking hot with my cock in your mouth." The tip of my prick was getting so wet and it felt like his cock was getting bigger by the second. I could tell he was getting really excited because all of a sudden he thrust his hips forward and held my head in place, forcing nearly the entire length of his shaft down my throat. He held me there for what seemed like minutes. I felt my eyes start to water, saliva and precum building up in my throat, my gag reflexes began to kick in. Just as I started to choke he pulled his cock from my mouth causing thick ropes of cum and saliva to gush out of my throat and drizzle down my lips and chin. "Ohh...fuck that's nice," my dad hooted at the sight of my sticky wet mouth. "Ahh...oh...my," was all I could muster. "Hold your tongue out, baby," he said. I did as he commanded and opened my mouth wide, allowing my soaking wet tongue to spill out over my bottom lip. With one hand palming the back of my head and the other wielding the base of his cock he raised up and slid his shaft, from tip to base, along my outstretched tongue. He repeated the motion several times, the final time his gooey tip pressed up against my nose leaving a slimy cum kiss. "Ohh...fuck yeah," he groaned in approval, slapping his cockhead against my tongue before smearing it all over my lips. He returned his cock to my mouth and moved his hips forward causing his shaft to slide across my tongue until it hit the back of my throat, eliciting an involuntary "Gllck!" from me, before pulling out. Again and again he did this. "Gllck!" "Gllck!" "Gllck!" was the sound my throat made as he continued ramming his cock in and out of my mouth. Spit and precum soon began accumulating at the corners of mouth and started to drizzle out, coating my lips and chin with sex fluids. He thrust in one last time before pulling out, causing me to let out a series of "Ahhs" and "Ohhs," trying to catch my breath. "Get up on the ottoman and bend over," my father ordered, barely allowing me time to breathe. I stood up and got on my hands and knees on the oversized ottoman, letting my fingers curl around the edge, so that my ass was perfectly exposed for him. I didn't have a J. Lo-sized backside or anything, but I had ample volume in my hips and cheeks which gave my butt a nice girly O-shape and some bounce. My dad kicked his dress shoes off and stepped out of his pants before walking up behind me. I immediately felt his rough hands cup my juicy teenage ass. Slowly, methodically, he used his hands to explore by pale butt cheeks, squeezing and massaging them, which elicited several soft moans from me. "God, your ass looks amazing," I heard him say before he leaned down and whispered, "You know, your mom and I used to do a lot of anal when we first started dating." I knew his comment was more of a subtle hint to me rather than a nostalgic reminiscence. Not that I minded. I really wanted it. I wanted him to fuck me. My asshole was practically screaming for him to shove his fat cock deep inside of me. At that moment, in that place of complete submission, I knew I wanted him to be the first man to take my anal virginity. I looked back at him and seductively bit my lower lip before saying, "I want you to." He took the hint and hooked his index finger in my g-string, pulling it to the side, revealing the pink butt plug still lodged in my asshole. His fingers grasped the flared end and he firmly eased the butt plug out which caused it to make a loud "plop" as it exited my asshole. I let out a tender moan as I was left with a feeling of emptiness. He spit in his hand and I heard a "Shlick," "Shlick," "Shlick" sound as he lubed his long shaft with saliva. "It might hurt a little at first," I heard him say behind me, laying his hand on my ass cheek and spreading it apart slightly. "But I think you're really going to like this." "I'm ready," I purred. I didn't have to tell him twice and he didn't waist much time getting to it. I soon felt his cockhead press against my sphincter. I took a deep breath. I was relatively loose from the butt plug and it didn't take much force for the tip to enter me but when it did I let out a barely audible "Unh" as I exhaled. "Ooo...yeah," he grunted as he inched his cock deeper into me, stretching my asshole to accommodate his girth. "Unh...Mmm," I moaned as he continued stuffing it in me. The moment was so surreal. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. It felt good and bad at the same time, a strange mixture of agony and ecstasy. After a few seconds, though, the initial slight pain faded away and I was left with an altogether different sensation. I felt perfectly stuffed, stuffed and full in my ass, filled with my daddy's fat cock. The more I thought about it the dirtier I felt. I couldn't believe my own father – the man who had raised and cared for me for 18 years – was sliding his cock, the very same cock that made me, into my ass. "You okay, son?" he asked. "Yeah, I like it," I replied. "I like the way you feel inside me." Now that I had loosened up a bit he started slowly easing his cock in and out of my ass. It felt fantastic, the way my asshole hugged his thick warm shaft, the way the ridges of his cock rubbed against the walls of my rectum. He fit so perfect inside of me. I knew it was meant to be. With every inch of his cock that went into me I could feel my connection to him growing stronger and deeper. "Ohh, fuck...your ass feels incredible, son," he said. "Fuck me," I said looking back at him over my shoulder. "Fuck me, daddy. Make me your dirty little slut." He didn't need any more encouragement. He firmly grasped my love handles and started rhythmically pumping his cock in and out of my asshole, increasing the force and pace with each thrust. It didn't take long for me to begin to feel his tanned pelvis slapping up against my creamy white butt cheeks, causing them to giggle. "Ohh, yeah...that's it!" he yelled. "Take my cock, son!" "Unh...Ohh...Mmm...Ooo," I moaned over and over again as he fucked me. "Ohh, you like it, don't you? You like it in the ass, huh?" "Ooo...yes, daddy," I responded in a girly voice. "Your cock feels sooo good in my asshole." It was true. Getting fucked like a girl felt incredible. I was so used to trying to play the dominant male with girls, a role I was never entirely comfortable with. Now I was the submissive "female" getting dominated by a big strong confident man. It just felt so right, so natural. He was literally buttfucking the man out of me and I absolutely loved it. With every powerful thrust I felt a little more of my masculinity leave my body. Daddy Complex Ch. 01: Giving It Up "Unh, am I being a good boy for you, daddy? Am I?" I moaned. "Mmm, taking your big cock in my ass like that." "Ooo, baby, you're being such a good boy," he told me. "Such a good little boy for daddy." Before long he really started picking up the pace, fucking me like I was a cheap whore. A rhythmic "Fwap!" "Fwap!" "Fwap!" sound reverberated off the walls turning the living room into an echo chamber of sex noises. It was so hot being fucked like that, wearing a pair of sexy heels with my thong pulled to the side. It reminded me of countless porn scenes I had seen that involved hot teenage girls taking it up the butt. My dick was as hard as I could ever remember and with every thrust my father gave I could feel his ballsack slapping against my own. "Oh God, I can't last much longer," he grunted between thrusts. "Unh! Ohh! Unh! Cum whenever you want," I told him between yelps of pleasure. I could tell he was close. I could feel him building up. His thrusts were getting stronger and deeper. I couldn't wait to feel his cock explode inside of me and fill me up with his seed. "Ohh! Fuck!" he groaned. "I'm cumming, Dylan. I'm cumming." "Ooo, daddy," I moaned loudly. "Cum for me." He thrust into me deep and hard, his balls smacking against mine, his pelvis flush with my pale ass cheeks. I felt his cock spasm and shake until it finally let loose a steady stream of hot cum, coating my rectum with his baby batter, the same baby batter that he had shot into my mom to make me eighteen years ago. "Unh! Ohh! Fuck!" he grunted as his cock continued unloading inside me. "Oh, yes...yes, daddy," I moaned, urging him on. I couldn't believe how fast it had happened. One second I was a straight high school guy; a second later I was taking a load of thick hot cum deep inside my ass. In that moment, everything changed. When my father shot his last wad of cum into me I felt the last trace of my masculinity leave my body. At that moment I was no longer a man. He had transformed me into a girl, his girl. "Ahh, fuck yeah," he groaned as he finished his orgasm. He gave me one final thrust, sending an overwhelming shockwave throughout my body. The sensation was too much. My testicles tightened and I felt my crotch begin to swell. My lips and mouth instinctively turned into an unmistakable O-shape and I felt a familiar surge rise to the top of my stiff penis. Small white droplets of cum soon oozed from the tip of my prick filling the front of my thong with warm sticky wetness. "Unh...Unh... Ohh, my fucking god," I moaned in ecstasy as I experienced my first anal-induced orgasm courtesy of my stud dad. He waited until my orgasmic moans subsided before pulling out. When he did I collapsed in a heap on the ottoman, my pulse still racing. He fell on top of me, the weight of his tanned muscular body making me sink deeper into the soft cushion. Cradling my head in his hand he brought his face to mine and kissed me tenderly. "Ohh, wow," I cooed. "Yeah," I said. "Was it good for you?" I asked. "It was the best sex I've ever had," he told me. "You were incredible." I was so tired and spent I could hardly move. He sensed it. After removing the chunky heels off my feet, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me over to the couch. I told him what a gentleman he was and how much I loved him. He laid me down and got behind me in the spooning position, wrapping his strong arms around my tender body. I couldn't help but smile at the irony of it all. I had originally agreed to do this to keep Amber from breaking up with me, but I ended up falling in love with my dad instead. I never felt happier than when I was cuddling with him after just having had the most passionate sex of my life. He was my prince charming, my knight in shining armor, and I was his princess. I knew that I'd do just about anything to keep him. My eyes soon grew heavy and I fell asleep in my father's arms with his cum still deep inside my ass.