A Cure For Insomnia
mc; Mg; Mdom; oral; anal; inc
Blake yawned and rubbed his eyes as he watched the black gold drip slowly into the carafe of the coffee pot. He heard a chuckle from behind him and turned to look to the doorway of the break room, where his coworker Steve stood.
“Jeez, Blake, that’s like… what, your fourth cup of coffee this morning? You okay man?” Steve asked, his expression somewhere between concern and humor as he took in Blake’s bloodshot eyes and the dark circles under them, “Did you get a new girlfriend or something?”
Blake shook his head as he leaned back against the counter, “No, no… nothing like that, it’s my daughter Samantha… she’s had really bad insomnia of late, and now she’s fighting me on her bedtime. It seems like every five minutes she is coming out of her bedroom to use the bathroom, get a glass of water, ask a question or complain about something. She’s keeping me up half the night with it, and I’m at my wit’s end. It’s been like this for two weeks.”
Steve frowned a little, and then nodded, “Okay man, it’s cool. Hang on…” he pulled out his wallet and fished out a business card, handing it to Blake, “My son had a bedwetting problem for like two years straight, and nothing the wife and I tried worked until we found this guy. His name is Ankur Bhagat, he’s a genius. A week with him, and my son hasn’t had a problem since.”
“Is he a therapist?” Blake asked.
Steve smiled and shook his head, “Nah, he’s a hypnotist. Like, old school incense, ancient mysticism and snake charming hypnotist. I was really skeptical when my wife found him, but he’s a wonder worker, trust me!”
Blake sat at home, staring at his cell phone and the card that Steve had given him. He took a deep breath and then dialed. After a few rings, the other end picked up, and he heard a man’s voice with a thick Indian accent answer, saying, “This is Mister Bhagat, how may I be of service?”
Blake took a deep breath and then answered, “Ah, yes, I… I’ve been having a problem with my daughter that needs to be addressed. I was told that you were something of a miracle worker.”
He heard the man on the other end of the line chuckle, “Well sir, I do not know about that, but I do my very best to meet my customer’s every needs. Tell me, what problems are you having with your daughter?”
“Well… I’m having a really hard time getting her into bed. She won’t listen to me or obey me, and it’s really causing problems.” Blake said.
“Ah, and may I ask, how old is your daughter?” Mr. Bhagat asked.
Blake answered, “She’s eight years old.”
He heard the man on the other end hum in contemplation for a moment, and then say, “Alright, she is a little young for such problems, but please do not be worrying. This is a far more common problem than most fathers would expect. Tell me, what of the girl’s mother?”
Blake groaned, “Andrea, she isn’t in the picture any more. She just walked out one night four years ago, and mailed me divorce papers and a letter that she had found a richer man to ‘meet her needs.’”
“Oh, I am so sorry. For a woman to violate the sanctity of her husband’s trust like that. Very well, we will not speak of it again. As to your daughter, I believe I can help. I will need to see her for two hours a day for a week. Bring her in on Monday at four-twenty in the afternoon, and I promise that by Friday you will have no problems with her. On my honor sir.” Mr. Bhagat said.
“Uh…” Blake asked, “...how much does this cost?”
The man answered, “A thousand dollars for the week, in cash. And I apologize in advance, I take no insurance, for they consider my treatments to be far too… alternative.”
Blake rubbed his eyes and said, “Yeah, I was warned about that already. Okay, I… I guess I will bring her in on Monday. Thank you.”
“Oh, it is no trouble sir. May I have your name, and her name, for the schedule book?”
Blake smiled, “Right, of course, yeah. I’m Blake Markey, and my daughter is Samantha.”
“Very good sir.” the man said, “I will see you on Monday, please do not be late.”
It turned out that Ankur Bhagat’s office was a home address. A garishly painted home at that. Blake and his daughter were shown in by a middle aged woman wearing a purple and gold silk gagra choli. The inside was even more garish and tacky than the outside, with gold statuettes and vibrant colors painted on the walls, and all the doors replaced by beaded archways. The scent of incense filled the air, and numerous children of various ages ran about, playing.
Sam frowned at her dad and said, “This place is creepy.”
Blake put his hand on his daughter’s shoulder and said, “It’s okay, trust me.”
She just sighed and stuffed her hands into the pockets of her jeans.
The woman led them to a rear corner of the house, where things were somewhat quieter, though Hindustani music played in the background. The room was empty save for a pair of kneeling pads, and Mr. Bhagat sat on one of them, lotus style, wearing just a loincloth and a turban. He smiled warmly and motioned for them to approach, “Please, young Samantha, take a seat on the other pad.”
“Dad, do I have to?” Samantha asked in a nervous and pleading voice.
Blake himself felt put off by all this, but he steeled his resolve and nodded, “Yes, do as the man says, Sam.”
She frowned and sat in a huff on the pad, crossing her arms.
Mr. Bhagat smiled, “Please do not worry, Mister Markey, I will take care of your daughter. Please wait in the front room, my wife will handle taking the payment for the week.”
Blake nodded and turned to leave, following the woman out front and accepting a glass of tea as he waited, paying the thousand in cash.
Two hours later, a subdued looking Samantha joined them in the main room, and the woman saw the two of them out. She wouldn’t talk about the treatment, but offered no resistance to going back the next day. Every day that week, after school, Blake took his daughter to the man’s home, and waited in the front room, entertained by tea and the boisterous antics of the man’s children. His daughter still seemed to have her insomnia problems, but the woman, Ms. Bhagat, assured him that by Friday everything would be as it should.
Blake stepped into the living room and reached for the remote, turning off the TV, “It’s nine o’clock, young lady, bedtime.” He steeled himself for the complaints, as his daughter was fond of arguing that she shouldn’t have a bedtime on weekends.
It didn’t happen.
Samantha turned her head to look at him and blinked, her brown eyes going somewhat glassy as she pursed her lips and licked them, leaving them somewhat glossy as she slowly stood and turned to face him, “Yes Master.”
Blake blinked, muttering, “Master? What the heck?” Then his eyes went wide as his daughter reached for her waist and slowly pulled her t-shirt up and over her head, exposing her flat chest, with small ruddy pink nipples, only barely touched by puberty. They crinkled slightly and stiffened in the air of the room. “Sam, what… what are you doing?”
Samantha tossed her shirt on the couch and blushed, saying in a breathy and husky tone, “Getting ready for bed, Master,” as her hands went to the snap of her denim shorts, opening them and rolling them down her hips along with the white schoolgirl panties she wore underneath.
Blake gasped as she exposed her hairless mons and the puffy pink slit of her pussy as she stood up, her legs spreading ever so slightly as she licked her lips again, now standing completely naked in front of her father. The scent of horny young girl reached his nose, and the light glinted off the tight slit of her virgin sex as her body readied itself for adult pleasure, growing so wet that a bead trickled slowly down the inside of one of her coltish thighs.
Sam’s body was slender and boyish, with only a gently narrowed waist and a cute girlish face framed by long dishwater blonde hair to show that she was a girl while clothed, but naked, it was far more clear. Her blush, Blake realized, was really a flush, healthy and full as she breathed slow and deep, shivering in anticipation and arousal. She was quite visibly horny.
“What… n… no, Sam… go… go take a shower, right now.” Blake stammered
Samantha smiled and said in that aroused, husky tone, “Yes Master.” She gathered her clothes and padded off bare foot towards the bathroom, her usual casual stride replaced by a sultry sway that just dripped with lust. Blake swallowed hard as he forced himself to tear his eyes away from his daughter’s taut young ass. His hand trembled as he pulled out his cell phone and punched in the number for Mr. Bhagat.
It took almost five rings for the man to answer the other end, “Hello Mister Markey, my apologies, but it is very late…”
Blake cut the man off, “What the hell did you do to my daughter?”
“I’m sorry?” Mr. Bhagat asked, “I don’t understand what you mean, I only did as you asked.”
“As I…” Blake pinched the bridge of his nose, forcing himself not to shout into the phone, “I just told her it was time for bed, and she stripped naked in front of me and started calling me master!”
“Ah, very good, so everything is exactly as you wanted then. What is the problem, Mister Markey?” the man asked innocently.
Blake blinked, blurting out, “As I wanted? What the hell are you talking about?”
“You said that she was not obeying your orders, and that you wanted to get her into bed. I believe that now you will find her very obedient, and receptive to any sexual advances that you might have.”
“Sexual… she’s my daughter!” Blake hissed into the phone in a half shout.
Mr. Bhagat said calmly, “Is that not what you asked for?”
“She had insomnia, she was refusing to go to bed on time, and getting up repeatedly. I just wanted you to fix that!” Blake said in exasperation, “What did you do?”
“Oh my. I am… I am so sorry, Mister Markey. You said that you wanted to get her into bed, I was only helping with that.” the man said apologetically.
Blake groaned, “You have to undo this.”
“I’m afraid that I cannot, Mister Markey. No one can undo what I have done, over the past week, I altered your daughter down to her very soul.” Mr Bhagat said, “All you can do now is fulfill the terms so that she returns to normal.”
“How do I do that?” Blake asked, his voice almost pleading.
The reply was simple, “She must fulfill three criteria. First, she must bring you to orgasm at least once. Second, she must pleasure you until you can no longer maintain an erection. And third, she must clean you, at which point she will fall asleep in your arms, and when she wakes, she will behave as normal until you tell her that it is time for bed again.”
Blake’s jaw dropped as he looked towards the bathroom. She hadn’t even closed the bathroom door, and he could hear the shower stop. He was out of time. “There has to be another way.”
“I’m sorry Mister Markey, I am afraid that there is not. But do enjoy your daughter, I promise you that she will enjoy it as much as you, or perhaps even more so.” The man then hung up the phone, leaving Blake listening to dead air.
He heard the blow dryer start to run and swallowed hard. He had to undo this. If it wouldn’t happen again until he told her it was her bedtime, then he would obviously just never say that again, but he had to fix her tonight… and that… that meant doing something unthinkable.
Blake sat bodily on the couch, staring at the open doorway, watching the shadow of his daughter moving about within. Could he? To return her to her normal self, could he have sex with his daughter? Did he have to? After all, the man had only said that she had to bring him to orgasm. Blake took a deep breath and steeled himself, he would have her give him a handjob… simple enough, if completely illegal.
Blake let out a low groan as his daughter slowly strode from the bathroom, her skin still glistening from the shower and her eyes glazed with lust. Her hair was mostly dry, and pulled into a tight ponytail behind her head. She walked with an almost exaggerated sexual stride, her hips swaying with each step as she walked naked to present herself to him.
“I’m clean, Master.”
He swallowed hard, and then asked, “Are you ready to sleep?”
Her reply dripped lust and sex, “With you, always Master.”
He clenched his teeth and swallowed again, so much for the easy way. “I… h… have you ever done anything… with a boy… or a man before? Sexually?”
His daughter blushed and shook her head, “No Master, you’re the only man in my life.”
“Do… do you know what a handjob is?” Blake asked, his voice trembling in nervous fear.
“Of course Master, I’ve seen it online,” Samantha answered with absolute sincerity.
Blake blinked, “You’re eight! Where did you see that stuff online?”
Samantha giggled a little, “I was curious, so I googled some things. I’ve learned a lot.”
“This past week?” Blake asked, feeling his stomach churn with disgust and anger for Mr. Bhagat.
She shook her head, “No Master, over the past two years.”
“Two years?” Blake gasped, then watched with wide eyes as his daughter knelt between his legs and started to loosen his belt. She wasn’t even scheduled for sexual education until she was eleven, and here she had been watching porn since she was six?
Samantha undid the snap of her father’s slacks and then unzipped him, reaching inside to adjust his boxers and pull out his member, and much to Blake’s shame, it was hard as a rock, his veins pulsing with his racing heart beat along the length of his organ. Samantha looked at his proud member and gasped, “So big…”
Blake had never had any complaints about his size, being almost eight inches long when hard, and almost two inches in diameter. His ex-wife had left him for money, not for prowess in the bedroom. But his member was almost vulgarly huge in his daughter’s small hand.
Samantha smiled as she slowly rubbed her hand up and down her father’s length, licking her lips as she slowly worked to pleasure him. She listened to his groans and grunts, and watched how his body reacted to her strokes to slowly adjust her grip and speed.
Blake shuddered and closed his eyes, she was good… damn good for a virgin, he let out a low moan and relaxed back on the couch. He felt her other hand tug at his pants, and without thinking he lifted his hips, letting her pull his pants and boxers down and off before he spread his legs wider, letting her settle between them and rest herself against the couch. He could feel her breath on his member as her hand stroked it up and down in quick, firm strokes.
A bead of precum welled up on the tip of his cock, and Samantha leaned in to lick it away, causing her father to gasp, his eyes opening just in time to see her mouth open as wide as she could, wrapping her glistening pink lips around the head of his cock, her tongue spiraling around his meat within her mouth.
Blake opened his mouth to tell her that wasn’t a part of a hand job, but all that came out was a long moan as her head shoved downwards. He watched in stunned disbelief as Sam took two inches of his member into her mouth. He felt her choke around it a bit and pull back, taking a breath before diving forward again, her eyes open and looking lovingly up into his.
With each bob Samantha took another inch of her father’s cock into her mouth, her hands going to his bare thighs and stroking through the hair there as her head bobbed faster and faster. She choked on occasion, and breathed the best she could through her nose, keeping her tongue moving the whole time.
Blake had only received a handful of blowjobs in his life, and only one from his ex-wife. They had felt nothing like this. He watched in stunned disbelief as his huge member slowly vanished into her tiny mouth again and again, shuddering and moaning as her throat muscles milked at him with each dive, until her nose was pressed to the thick curly mass of pubic hair at the base of his shaft, her lips wrapped around his base, and his entire length down her throat.
“Oh… fuck!” he gasped, his hands grabbing the back of her head to hold her there as his balls pulled up tight, pressing against her chin as his cock started to pulse, feeding load after load of cum right into his daughter’s willing throat.
Samantha’s eyes fluttered and her body trembled as she swallowed his orgasm, and as he came down from it and his mind cleared he realized that he must be suffocating her with his cock. He let go of the back of her head and let her pull off his organ to gasp for breath, but the sounds that came from her mouth were not those of distress, they were sounds of bliss. She leaned back, dropping her hand behind herself, and Blake watched as her tummy clenched and twitched, a puddle of juices forming under her.
Her hands had been on his legs the whole time, her own legs spread as she knelt. Yet she was clearly having an intense orgasm… just from having sucked him off. He stared at her as she savored her climax, stunned, his saliva wet cock pulsing hard and still erect at the sight.
Samantha slowly came down from her orgasm and then smiled lovingly up at her father, taking note of his still bobbing erection. She asked in a husky and eager voice, “Would you like to fuck me now, Master?”
“I… no… I shouldn’t be the one to take your hymen, Sam…” Blake stammered.
She just smiled, “Then would you please fuck my butt Master?”
Blake just blinked, too stunned to talk.
“It’s clean… I washed it out in the shower, and I have lube.” Sam pleaded in a voice that was a mix of youthful eagerness and husky lust.
Blake blinked again, “W… where did you get lube?”
“Mister Bhagat gave it to me; he said I might need it,” Sam said with a warm smile. She gently took hold of his member, making it twitch, “Please Master?”
Despite his convictions about only having her give him a handjob, convictions already broken within his daughter’s tight throat, Blake found himself led by the cock like a leash, to her bedroom. He watched as she pulled a bottle of anal lube from her bedstand and then bent over the bed. He was treated to the sight of her glistening wet pussy and the ruddy crinkle of her asshole as her toned young cheeks parted on their own from the spread of her legs.
She poured some lube onto a finger, and then eased it around that crinkled ring before pushing it gently inwards, fingering her back door, right in front of her father. She smiled back at him the whole time, and once she was as wet and lubricated there as her naturally wet pussy, she said, “I’m ready Master.”
Somewhere, deep inside, Blake knew that there was no coming back from this. His trembling hands found his daughter’s narrow hips and he watched as she took hold of his cock and guided his tip to her asshole. She held him there, in place, as he slowly pushed himself forward, gasping as his tip popped past her ring and into the tightest hole he had ever felt.
The sounds of his daughter’s moan spurred him on, and he tugged back on her hips as he thrust forwards, eagerly sinking half his cock into her before pulling back and thrusting again. He slowly hammered his cock into her ass, until his hips slapped her toned cheeks, and then he started to fuck her in earnest.
Already mostly sated from the earlier orgasm, Blake found that he had plenty of stamina as he drove forwards again and again, sinking that cock into her vulgarly stretched ring as he pulled her tiny body back against his with each forward thrust of his hips, the loud, wet slapping sound of their rutting filling the air along side his grunts and her breathy moans.
On occasion he felt her body tense up, then she would begin twitching and gasping, and he would feel a surge of wet heat against his balls as they slapped against her pussy, as she came a total of three times as he fucked her ass. And a fourth as he sped up, brutally slamming into her half a dozen times before sinking home hard and staying there, as his cock pulsed ropes of cum into his daughter’s bowels.
They were both sweaty, and he was exhausted. He leaned forward atop her and then rolled to the side, tugging off his shirt to wipe his face with it. He felt her tight asshole slide off his member as he finally began to deflate.
Blake let out a sharp gasp as he felt a tongue lap along his cock. He lowered the shirt from his face as he watched his daughter slowly lick his cock clean of lube and cum, and suckle her juices out of his scrotal hair, cleaning him in the most intimate way he could imagine, not seeming to care that his cock had just been in her ass.
He panted for breath, his head falling back, exhausted and spent. He felt his daughter crawl up onto her bed with him, snuggling into his arms as she slowly fell asleep. It didn’t matter that they were mostly sideways on her twin-sized bed, or that the covers were still made beneath the two of them. And for the moment, Blake didn’t care either, letting his eyes close as he sighed contentedly and let himself slowly drift to sleep.
His last thought as he drifted off both shamed him and aroused him, but he had to be honest with himself… he couldn’t wait for her next bedtime.
Fin.
