A Gift for Her Daddy

All characters are adults.

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I never thought friendship would lead me here. But if it was going to be with anyone it would be with Clara. Clara and I had always shared secrets. Ever since we were kids, I guess we're little more than that now, especially when you consider the ages of the men that have become those secrets. Our late-night confessions whispered under blankets, stolen blowjobs behind the gym, the kind of reckless laughter that made our throats sore and our mother's suspicious. But this was different. This wasn't about mischief or rebellion, or even getting the hot jocks off. This was about her offering me to someone I'd had a crush on since I still pretended boys were yuck: Jason, her father.

She'd been teasing me for months ever since I told her I called my boyfriend Jason while he fucked me a few nights ago... that didn't end our relationship, the story I'm about to tell you absolutely did.

"You'd look good on your knees for him, Em."

"Bet you'd taste him longer than I do."

Her eyes would sparkle when she said it, her lips curling like she already knew I wouldn't resist forever. And she was right. I didn't.

"Wait," I asked, "what do you mean longer than you do?"

"Come over, tomorrow. My mom's going to be out of town and I'll show what I mean," was her easy-to-decipher cryptic reply.

The night it happened, she dressed me like I was the gift she'd been dying to wrap. Tight white crop top, no bra beneath, denim shorts cut so high they were better described as panties. She brushed my hair out, made sure my lips were glossed, then leaned in and whispered against my ear, "Daddy's going to unwrap you tonight."

I trembled, but it wasn't fear. It was the kind of shiver that blooms from the pit of your stomach, the body knowing it's about to do something so incredibly wrong that your own mind can barely comprehend.

Jason was waiting when we walked into the living room. Forty-five and broad, salt-and-pepper beard trimmed close, eyes heavy with the kind of authority that made me want to fold before he even spoke. He looked at me like I wasn't a girl at all, but prey. And Clara, God, Clara smiled like she'd won something.

I'd had a crush on this man for years. The way he was so gentle with me, he'd pick me and Clara up from dance some nights and talk like he cared. And when I got old enough to wear bikinis around him, I'd catch him looking, then I'd make sure he'd get a view before moving on. I knew he cared about me, but those eyes at this moment told me he cared so much more about what was coming.

"Daddy," she said softly, tugging me forward until I stood just in front of him. "I told you I'd eventually bring her."

He didn't answer right away. His hand came up, brushing down my cheek, trailing under my chin, tipping my head back so I had to meet his gaze. My knees nearly buckled. His voice, when it finally came, was deep and slow, deliberate.

"You're perfect, Emma," He said.

I tried to look confident, but fuck I was crumbling inside.

Clara giggled, that wicked little laugh I'd grown addicted to. "I thought you'd like her like this. She's been dying for this."

And I had.

I couldn't stop staring at the way his fingers dwarfed mine when he took my hand and placed it on his strong muscular chest, at the veins twisting down his forearm when he tugged me closer. My mouth went dry, and I swallowed hard, because every cell in my body screamed that I was about to be claimed, used, ruined in the best way possible.

"On your knees," he ordered.

No hesitation. My body folded instantly, the hardwood flooring pressing cool against my skin, Clara's hand warm against my shoulder as if she was proud of me. I tilted my face up, watching Clara unbuckle him, the metal clink of his belt filling the silence. And when she freed him, presenting his not so hard cock, when the weight of him hung thick and heavy before me, my lips parted without thought.

Clara crouched beside me, brushing hair out of my face with her free hand, whispering hot against my ear, "Taste him, Emma. Daddy's better than anyone."

The first press of him against my tongue was overwhelming. I'd sucked cock, plenty, but this was, this was different, this was my best friend's father. He was salt and familiarity, heat and safety. The sheer size of him stretching my lips, forcing my jaw wide. I moaned, unable to stop myself, drool slicking down my chin as I tried to take him deeper. Jason's hand buried in my hair, guiding me, using me like he'd been doing it for years. Or maybe he'd just been thinking about it for years, like I had.

"Good girl," he growled, voice rumbling through my bones. "Clara's right. You were made for this."

Clara's laughter danced around me, and then her lips were on him too. First she kissed his bare thigh, then she made her way toward me, toward her father's meaty cock, her tongue flicking against the base while I struggled with the head. We moved together like we'd practiced, which I guess we had this was hardly the first cock we'd shared. But still this one was different, better. We were trading licks, sharing spit, her fingers brushing mine as we both tried to please him. It was filthy, obscene, and I'd never felt more alive.

Every time I gagged, he held me there a little longer, until my eyes watered and my throat ached. Clara soothed me, kissing my cheek, murmuring, "Take it, Em. Daddy loves it when you choke for him." And I did. I let him bruise my throat, stretch me open, humiliate me with every thrust.

Time blurred. My body stopped being mine, it was his, guided by his fists in my hair, his voice commanding me lower, faster, deeper. I forgot about shame, forgot about anything but the way he groaned when my tongue curled just right, the way Clara licked up spit from my chin before diving back to swallow him herself.

When he finally pulled us off, strands of saliva connected my lips to his cock, and I was gasping, desperate, hungry. His thumb smeared wetness across my cheek as he studied me like a prize.

"She's everything you promised, Clara."

Clara smirked, her fingers curling possessively around my wrist. "Told you I'd share my best friend. She's yours now too, Daddy."

And hearing it--hearing her gift me away so casually--ignited something primal inside me. My thighs clenched, my cunt pulsed, and I realized there was no going back. I wasn't just Clara's best friend anymore. I was Jason's toy, his gift, his newest girl to ruin.

I stood there, drool falling down my face. I was nearly in a trance when I felt Clara's tongue licking spit from my cheek, or rather, using her tongue to smear it across my face.

I reached forward and grabbed his erect cock. And in a fit of confidence said, "You know you didn't have to wait until I was legal."

Precum oozed when I said that. Clara used a finger to wipe it up. She stretched it between her fingers and put it in my mouth.

"Why'd you wait, Jason. And a whole year and a half too," I said as I stroked him.

Clara lifted my crop top over my tits, not removing it, just revealing me as Jason answered, "There was no way I was making the first move. I respect your father to much."

"Respect him all you want, but me, it's time to get disrespectful," I squeezed his cock. Fuck. It was thick.

He grabbed my waist and turned me around. I yelped when his hand slapped the bare skin of my ass. He reached around me and his hands found the button and tiny zipper on the shorts. I pressed my back against his naked body. He was so tall, his cock pressed into the small of my back as he opened the jeans.

I started pulling them down and bending over. No fucking panties, like I said, the shorts were basically panties. He got on his knees behind me and put a hand on the small of my back so I'd bend over further. And this man already knew how flexible I was. After all I've spent 16 of my 19 short years dancing with the same dance group as his daughter.

"Fuck Em," I looked to my left and she was undressing unceremoniously. Like getting naked in front of him was so familiar. "Getting in that chest-to-thigh uttanasana for him."

As I bent further, Jason's hands spread my ass cheeks and he spit right into my puckered asshole. Then using a thumb he dragged the spit from my ass down to my soaking wet slit. When our eyes met through my parted legs he said, "I've been wanting to do that since you two started doing yoga in my fucking living room."

Then he dove. Full face into my cunt. His nose pressed into my ass. I moaned in pleasure and reached between my legs, deepening my stretch to grab his cock as he knelt behind me.

Clara began holding my ass open for him as he ran long licks from my clit, up my lips, across my taint and into my asshole. Then he stopped, I looked back to see Clara had grabbed his face and they were making out.

I still don't know why that hit me so different. Watching her slurp his cock was probably the far more inappropriate act, but that kiss, that kiss was intimate. She straddled his lap and held him.

"I love you, daddy," she said. I felt her fingers reach back and slide into me.

"I love you too, sweetie," He said it so tenderly, so loving.

I looked between my legs again, she was slowly riding him. Her pussy wrapped around his beautiful cock he'd been preparing my cunt for with that glorious tongue. Was she jealous?

As soon as that thought hit, she curled three fingers inside of me and pulled me back. Not harsh, just suggestively. I turned and got on my knees next to them. They weren't fucking, they were making love.

I went to join their kiss, but Clara's hand found my chest and held me at bay.

Her petite body pressed firmly to his as her hips slowly rolled in a way she'd once told me 'I only do this for men I actually love.' She slowly dropped her head back and Jason kissed down the center of her throat.

She kept falling back until she was nearly flat, her shoulder blades on the ground, her hips lifted to meet his cock.

She looked at me then and said, "Sorry Em. Sorry I just, oh fuck, yes. God yes oh!"

She grabbed my hand and put it on her clit and I rubbed fast as Jason's speed increased. Then she came, no she didn't just cum, she fucking went, went to that place where you come back with extra fluids and she sprayed her fathers stomach in a squirt like I'd only ever seen in porn.

Overstimulated, she slid back. Jason wasted exactly zero time. He grabbed my 'up until this exact moment', very cute and well done blonde hair and shoved my face over his stomach so I could taste his daughter's cum.

"Treat her like a slut," Clara said from her puddle on the ground.

He pressed the side of my face against his stomach, his other hand grabbed the base of his cock. I knew what to do, I spit, and opened. His cock was bigger than it had been five minutes ago, thicker, his balls fuller.

He found the back of my throat fast. I gagged but he held. Then in a moment Sasha Grey would be proud of, I opened my throat and took him deep, deeper than anyone had ever been. I felt it, tight, suffocatingly tight.

"Holy fuck Emma," Clara said as she pressed her body to mine.

That's when it happened, and thank fuck hadn't eaten today, I'd been too anxious. Because every ounce of bile and water in my stomach shot out of me. Jason pulled me up by my hair and spit right in my face, the main glob flooding my left eye.

"You made a mess," Jason laughed. "Let's see if you're as nasty as you think you are."

He released me and I got onto my knees while wiping my eye, then I slid them apart until my cunt, my still-to-be-used cunt, was flat in the puddle of bile. I grabbed at it, so slimy and stringy and rope-like and I spread it up my chest to my round tits.

"Clara," Was all Jason had to say. My friend bent over and slurped up my mess like it was water and she was parched. Then, climbing up my body with hands all to eager, she stood over me and drooled it into my mouth.

I let it spill onto my tits, speaking with a flooded mouth, You going to fuck me, Jason?"

"You have to earn that," He said before grabbing the back of my head and guiding me back down. I was still on my knees in the splits and now I was completely bent over sucking the man's cock. my tongue rolled and dragged. He let me work for a minute or two in that position. Bobbing my head and stroking his base.

Then, keeping himself in my mouth, he slowly stood back up. I was stroking with both hands and moving my hands up and down while twisting them. My eyes were singularly focused on his own eyes as his view went back and forth from my green eyes to my mouth.

He reached down and gently slapped my throat twice, "Deeper, slut."

I opened back up, it was easier now. Like I had just unlocked a new skill.

"Damn, I can see your throat bulging every time he thrusts," Clara said.

"Grab my cock baby," Jason said.

He held my head firm against his body as Clara reached for my throat. It burned hot, the pain was worth it. I threw up again but this time he kept me down. Bile shooting out my lips some spraying him and some dropping to my tits.

I looked up, it was so hard to look at him. I could barely see past his chest, my nose was smooshed into his shaved pubes. Then he pulled back and I don't think I'd ever seen so much fluid fall from my mouth and there wasn't even any cum yet. Spit and bile slung between us in slimy ropes. I couldn't close my mouth, my tongue darting out to lick the air like a snake.

He scooped me up and tossed me onto the arm of the couch so that my lower back was on the armrest and my back lower on the cushions. He grabbed the slime we'd made and fingered it into me.

I screamed this time. I fucking needed it.

"Did I earn it?" I said bringing a leg up against his body. So muscular.

He didn't answer with words but with cock. He wasn't gentle, I didn't want gentle anyway. He wrapped my other leg around him just over his ass as he held the one I put against him close.

He licked my foot and pounded into me. God, every inch of me was covered in something and I loved it.

"Sit on her fucking face," Jason said to Clara.

Clara straddled me without hesitation, her thighs sticky against my cheeks, her cunt lowering onto my mouth until I could taste her dripping over my lips. The mess on my chest smeared between us as she ground down, groaning, her hands in my hair.

Jason didn't stop, not for a second. His cock split me deep, pounding into my cunt so hard the couch groaned under us. I screamed into Clara's pussy, my tongue shoving inside her, my cries muffled by the slick heat of her flesh. My whole body shook with the rhythm of him slamming into me, my throat working greedily against her.

"God, she's sucking me like she wants to drown," Clara gasped, grinding harder. She dragged her nails down my tits, smearing the bile and spit into my skin until I was glistening.

Jason slapped my thigh, pinning it higher against his chest, forcing me even more open. "You'll drown when I want you to drown. For now," he thrust harder, balls smacking against me, "you're going to take it all and keep licking."

I moaned into Clara's cunt, spit and slick running between my mouth, my chin, my chest as she rocked against my mouth. My nails dug into her ass. desperate for something to hold on to, something to ground me I was desperate for more.

"Fuck, dad, look at her," Clara groaned, grabbing his shoulder while still smothering my face. "She's covered in everything we've given her and she's still begging."

He grunted, sweat dripping onto my stomach as he bent lower, his cock hammering into me. "She's not just begging," he growled. "She's earning every inch."

I clawed at her legs, choking on Clara's wetness, my whole body unraveling under them both. The mess, the weight, the filth, it was everything I wanted, everything I needed.

Clara ground down on my mouth like she wanted to suffocate me. My tongue flicked desperately against her clit, my lips sealed around her, sucking until my lungs screamed for air. She grabbed the leg I had against her father and pulled it back, stretching me more. She spit on my foot and sucked my toes.

Jason's cock drove into me with brutal rhythm, somehow deeper now that my leg was stretched further, every thrust sending sparks of white heat through my belly until I couldn't hold it back anymore. With my other leg still wrapped around him, I pulled him closer... if closer were possible.

I screamed into Clara's pussy as my orgasm ripped me apart, my whole body convulsing on the couch. My cunt clamped so hard around Jason's cock, my best friend's father's thick beautiful cock, that he growled above me, shoving deeper, forcing me to ride the waves whether I was ready or not. I clawed at the cushions, my voice muffled by Clara's wet folds, my body quaking with every pulse of pleasure.

"Oh fuck! Emma, yes! Don't stop!" Clara gasped, hips jerking wildly against my face. She was forced by pleasure to release my leg. I licked harder, shaking beneath her weight, my own orgasm still wrecking me as hers built to breaking. She let out a sharp, strangled cry, her thighs crushing my head, and then she came again, flooding my mouth, dripping down my chin. I swallowed greedily, even as tears blurred my eyes, even as Jason's cock pistoned into me.

Jason groaned deep, his muscles straining as he bent low over me. "Good fucking girls," he snarled, sweat dripping onto my tits. He slapped my thigh again, holding me open, pounding harder, chasing his own release. He grabbed the back of Clara's neck and pulled her close. They were kissing over me. A messy triangle.

I writhed beneath them, Clara still grinding her aftershocks onto my face, Jason's cock slamming into my soaked cunt, my body trembling uncontrollably. Every nerve burned, every inch of me drenched, smeared, used.

Jason's rhythm broke, his thrusts growing sharp and uneven, and I felt it. That fucking twitch inside me, the building flood. My cunt clenched, begging to hold him there, but through the haze I knew what I wanted. My voice came out ragged, muffled by Clara's slick folds still smothering my mouth. I tore free just long enough to choke out, "No, not in me. Finish on me."

"Yeah daddy, paint her more," Clara said, her pace on my face slowing, "paint her white."

He froze for a half second, his cock throbbing inside me, I could feel it pulsing like the smallest squeeze of my cunt would make him explode, so I didn't squeeze, then a dark grin split his face. "You filthy little sluts," he growled.

He yanked himself out, and the sudden emptiness made me cry out. He gripped my hair, and yanked me further onto the couch. He forced me down flat on the couch while he loomed above me, cock glistening with my slick.

Clara was still trembling from her orgasm, sliding off my face but not far. She stayed close, panting, one hand on my chest as if holding me down for him. Her voice was hoarse, dripping with lust. "Paint her, daddy. Cover her. She needs it."

I nodded frantically, tears and spit streaking my cheeks, my tits rising and falling with every desperate breath. "Please, give it to me. I want it on my face," I was panting nearly breathless, "on my tits, all over me. Please."

Jason stroked himself over me, fast, rough, his breath hissing between his teeth. His cock glistened with spit, bile, and my own slick. My eyes locked on it, wide and hungry. I opened my mouth, tongue out, ready.

"You look ruined," he grunted, looming closer. "Perfect little mess."

I whimpered, "Ruin me more." Then my whimper turned into seething lust, "Ruin the girl that's been teasing you with short skirts and bikinis for years."

His groan broke into a shout as he came, thick ropes shooting across my tongue, my lips, splattering my tits where Clara's hand smeared it in circles. Hot streams coated my chest, dripping down my belly. I kept my mouth open, swallowing some, but I felt like playing with it more, so I spit and drooled what overflowed back onto my tits.