Delilah's long, dark hair flowed down her back as she sat at her desk. She intensely concentrated on her computer screen, her back straight, her breasts jutting out, and her nimble fingers flicked back and forth the keyboard and manipulated her mouse with extreme precision. On the screen, Delilah's elf avatar responded to her masterful commands, valiantly keeping the raid alive despite the marked incompetence of others who didn't watch the strategy video beforehand. World of Warcraft was one of Delilah's favorite games, but like other devoted players, she yearned for a stable guild with competent members. She had been in her current guild for a month and was thinking of looking for yet another one. Her guild mates barked orders back and forth as she frantically healed them, and cursed the hunters under her breath for once again being incapable of not standing in fire, and for the back-up tank once again missing his cue to take aggro.
Since Delilah was alone in her room, she sat in her underwear. She always felt that pants were overly restrictive and tried to wear them as little as possible, only reluctantly putting on even pajama pants when company was over or her dad, Bruce, was home and awake. Since it was late and her bedroom door was closed, however, she was free to dress as minimally as she desired without feeling self-conscious.
Most of the others in the raid were guys, but Delilah had no problem with that. Due to her interests, she had been hanging out with boys since a young age, and was well-versed in shutting down any male that crossed a line. After one of the raid wipes, Delilah let slip in group chat that she was sitting in her computer chair in only her panties. She said it casually, unintentionally causing more than half of the raid to have to readjust their sitting positions due to expanding lumps.
Delilah sometimes thought her voice sounded too child-like, but it went perfectly with her angelic face and small frame. She was 5'2", 135 pounds and knew she could get anything she asked for if she combined it with her beautiful eyes looking up at a man in a puppy dog face. She looked much more like her mother, who was ethnically Chinese, than her father, who was a Euro-mutt. One of her favorite photos was of herself at six years old sitting on the grass with her parents. Her daddy looked so happy. It was taken shortly before her mother was taken by aggressive cancer. Bruce always kept a brave face for his daughter, never letting her see him cry, but he couldn't hide his sadness. Delilah never told her father that in the year after her mother passed, she had occasionally overheard him cry out for his wife in his sleep. As far as Delilah knew, he hadn't seriously dated since then, but as the years went on, Delilah grew to look more and more like her mother. Delilah had a distinctly different personality and in many ways was her mom's opposite, but someone looking at the photo now could easily mistake Delilah for her father's wife. In fact, that already happened out on the street. One time, a drunk woman had berated Delilah for having a "sugar daddy," which at the time confused Delilah since she didn't know what that meant. While Delilah brushed off the experience, her daddy, was flustered by it and spent a long time alone in his bedroom with the door closed when they got home.
Like many others girls, Delilah unnecessarily felt like she needed to lose weight, but most men would have thought that idea to be ridiculous. For one thing, doing so would reduce the size of her DD cup breasts and also risk shrinking her ass. Both features made her body a fine prize for the man who would own it. She knew she was somewhat attractive, at least enough for guys to hit on her, but unbeknownst to Delilah, numerous males had seen her curvaceous body and fantasized about tying her down and breeding her until delicious milk flowed from her breasts.
Back in her game, Delilah valiantly tried to save her raid as she heard a buzzing from her nightstand. Someone had been sending texts for the last few minutes, but she had been ignoring them to be sure that she followed her prescribed role to a T even as one guildmate after another died. Once again, the guild leader's girlfriend, another healer, wasn't prioritizing the tank at a crucial moment. And once again, the guild leader barked criticism to everyone except the girl he was boning. They had been trying to beat this raid boss for hours now and morale was low and the lack of criticism for the one useless person there was obvious to everyone. After an uncomfortable discussion among the guild leadership, it was decided to call it a night.
Delilah sighed audibly as she took off her headset to go grab her phone. As she suspected, all of the unread messages were from her best friend Lacy. They were all along the lines of, "OMG," "txt me," and "I'm so proud!"
Delilah texted back, "What is it?"
Lucy replied, "I went over an hour!" and then proceeded to call Delilah to brag about her latest achievement.
Delilah listened to her friend describe her joy at keeping a cock on edge before jubilantly gulping down its enormous load. The pants-less gamer girl began to fidget in her seat as she once more heard her friend describe her favorite activity almost like a general of an army outlining her latest conquest, while boasting of her abilities and brimming with pride.
While her friend talked, Delilah thought about how it all started. Lacy used to be the type who loved fairy tales and imagined having a prince sweep her off her feet, and thus thought a lot about boys. She wanted a relationship, but her strict parents had tried their best to "keep her in line," and that meant scaring off any boys who came near her and throwing away any clothes that were deemed too sexy so that she looked as plain as possible. Lacy couldn't wait to get out of the house and became much happier after getting a part time job, moving into her own place, and attending the local community college, where Delilah was also enrolled. Once exposed to the real world, Lacy rapidly learned what boys wanted and that the key to being happy wasn't an unrealistic storybook romance with a boring prince. After a number of dates, she started focusing on older men. Lacy felt they appreciated her more, especially once they found out about her talent and obsession. You see, as far as Lacy is concerned, the key to any girl finding and keeping a quality man around is to learn to enjoy spending time on her knees and between his legs.
Lacy's change from a discontent, chaste virgin to euphoric, cum-drunk slut wasn't as immediate as it might look to an outside observer. While rebelling against her overly conservative parents and living under their roof, Lacy read erotic stories online and discovered many things about herself. She loved dressing slutty with the clothes she successfully hid from them and would fuck herself to sleep thinking of all the hard penises that she caused as she flirted with every man she was even remotely attracted to. Lacy overflowed with confidence.
While not one to brag, Lacy considered herself not just a good girl, but possibly the best girl a man could ever have, for one single reason. She loved cock. In fact, she worshiped it. The only problem was if a guy wanted Lacy all to himself; that just wasn't going to happen. There was just too much semen to swallow, and Lacy was the girl to do it.
Lacy once described to Delilah the first time she saw a hard, manly dick in person. She asked her math teacher after class one day if there was anything she could do to help her grade, being sure to emphasize "anything" and then licking her lips while looking down at his crotch. Lacy was doing well enough, being a decent student, but she had masturbated to teacher/student porn so much that she couldn't help herself from trying out some of the cliche lines. Her stomach filled with butterflies as her teacher walked to the door to lock it, then sat down and took out his cock. Lacy was naturally drawn to it and the normally loquacious teen was rendered speechless. The texture, the smell, the taste, everything about it filled her with joy. Even though her first cock was simply average, she loved the feelings that washed over her as she explored it, lavishing it with praise and adoration. She orgasmed when the first jet of semen rushed into her mouth and has been hooked since.
Lacy's desire for a traditional relationship quickly evaporated after she experienced the euphoria of cock worship, her mind going blank with pleasure. She became known in certain circles as the girl with a vacuum for a mouth. This was an exaggeration, of course, because while she was definitely eager to drop to her knees when given the opportunity, she preferred to extend her ecstasy as long as possible. In reality, she spent most of her time worshiping the male organ by keeping it on edge with delicate, subtle movements of her tongue, being sure to use her hands only minimally. She believed cocks deserved to be properly serviced by eager mouths that treated the service as an art form that showed respect. Not that there was anything wrong with jerking a cock with her small hands, but oral ministrations were so much more intimate and fulfilling. When it came time for the cock to ejaculate, however, she couldn't help but clamp down on it, suck in her cheeks, roll her pierced tongue around the shaft, and roll her eyes back in her head as she shuddered with the pleasure of a job well done.
However, she was careful not to get that reputation from the boys at her school. Instead, she got nice and comfortable under the desks of her professors and a few of her friends' dads. Lacy was quite the queen of blowjobs to those lucky enough to be in her regular rotation. The problem was, for some guys, that's all she wanted to do. She had a hard time going more than a day without kneeling between the legs of a man, entering an almost reverential, trance-like state where she lost track of time.
"...it was soooo tough to not swallow any while he was cumming, but I kept my lips tight and collected every drop!" Delilah focused back on the conversation and could tell that Lacy was clearly very proud of herself.
However, Delilah had started to enter her own trance-like state and came back to reality with her own panties soaking through as her friend kept talking.
"Then I showed him all of it before swallowing it all in just one gulp! I bet most girls would have needed at least two, but I'm a good cum dumpster, maybe the best! That's what all the dads say, anyway."
"That's great," Delilah croaked out, being supportive of her friend. She knew her friend well and asked, "How come you didn't savor it more?"
"Because Mr. Jenkins needed to be cheered up with his wife out of town. His wife told me the best way to help her husband was to gulp down every drop of his cum down with a smile, which I did, but I figured rolling it around on my tongue for too long might risk me losing some. Besides, his cum is yummy and has such a perfect consistency, I love the way it coats my throat. I bet you'd have done the same thing if you were in my place."
Once again, Lacy not-so-subtly suggested that Delilah should try cock worship, and once again, Delilah changed the subject. "You're sucking married cock now? I thought you stuck to single guys."
"No way, especially not if the wife is OK with it. Too much tasty cock is locked up in marriages with crazy wives that won't put their lips near a dick. What's funny though is a lot of them like to watch me go down on their husbands," Lacy said. "That's how I get my referrals. I regularly suck off Mr. Bartlett, and I guess Mrs. Jenkins overheard him and his wife talking about how drained I left him and then she reached out to me to help her out when she's out of town. Let me think, how did she put it? Oh right, she said wanted a trustworthy cum bucket that would keep her husband's balls drained but not try to steal him away."
Delilah was shocked. "Wow, SHE asked YOU?"
"Yeah, some women like sharing their men or giving them the special treat of a strange hole to cum in," Lacy explained. "And if you can believe it, some refuse to suck cock no matter how much their husbands want it (and all of them do). In either case, I'm happy to be of service! It's even better if the wife wants to watch. I love an audience."
"Yeah, I guess." Delilah croaked out. Her mouth was watering and her fingers had her on the edge of her own orgasm.
Little by little, Lacy's passion for being a fellatrix was rubbing off on Delilah. It was inevitable after Lacy had talked so much and joyously about cock worship as if it was the reason she was born and was what made her a complete person. It also helped that Lacy had sent her so many pictures and videos of women happy and satisfied because of the cocks in their mouths as well as a number of erotic stories of girls who became happy after finding out that their purpose in life was to worship cock. Delilah hadn't told her friend yet, but she had read a number of those stories over and over again and had even found some new ones.
A thought popped in Delilah's head that had been developing for a while now: "I want to devote myself to one man, one cock. One manly... tasty... cock..."
Her raid over, and becoming desperate to cum, Delilah told her friend, "Well I'm happy for you, but it's getting late, and I need to get to sleep so..."
"You can't fool me, you need to rub your little snatch, don't you?" Lacy said mischievously. "I bet you want to get a big, fat cock over your tongue right now. Oh God, it's so great, giving pleasure and controlling how much they feel. Do you have a gag reflex? We should work on that. You should totally just find a cock and go down on it, and do it soon. You have such a pretty face, perfect for cocksu..."
Lacy was suddenly interrupted mid-sentence by something stuffing her mouth. Delilah thought she could hear her friend making small licking sounds throughout their conversation and had assumed that her friend was just licking her lips while playing with herself, maybe using a toy for to sate her oral fixation. Then Delilah heard a man moan.
"You slut! Are you sucking off a guy now?" Delilah asked, the fingers of one hand sloshing around her tight cunt.
"Hah, mmm, you got me," Lacy replied, "there are too many daddycocks that need their balls drained. Can't take too much time off. Mmmmph!"
Lacy was getting really nasty. In her mind's eye, Delilah imagined her friend's face suddenly getting stuffed with cock. Delilah's pussy felt like it needed a finger inside and she was eager to comply.
Rhythmic gagging noises were now coming over the phone as the man started to fuck her friend's mouth. Lacy had set her cell to speakerphone and her eyes started to roll back in her head as the older man grabbed her hair like handlebars and began humping her face. Like a good cum dumpster, Lacy derived pleasure from being used as a cum receptacle, knowing that her only job is to bring pleasure to the man she served.
Delilah heard the male grunts over the phone and was now attacking her own pussy with her fingers. She also grabbed her toy. Lacy had gotten Delilah the toy as a gift, telling her good girls should practice. At first, Delilah didn't do anything with it, but Lacy talked about cock sucking worship so often, detailing pro techniques and amateur pitfalls, that eventually Delilah started to try them out. At first, Delilah tentatively licked the fake phallus, feeling silly, but lately, she had been trying it with increasing frequency. Licking it, kissing it, and practicing to get rid of her gag reflex. Delilah hadn't told Lacy yet, but she didn't gag anymore, and more and more of her orgasms were done with her special dildo at least partially down her throat.
Delilah took the dildo from her nightstand and began rubbing it over her breasts and face. She imagined herself in her friend's place, performing the same acts on the toy that she imagined her friend was performing on her current prey. Delilah struggled to eke out the words, "You're such a whore... oh yes... such a fucking slut. Mmm, take that dad's cock. Drain his balls like a good girl, like you've told me! Show me what to do, teach me to be like you!"
The sound of her best friend working to take yet another load in the same night pushed Delilah close to the edge. Her imagination did the rest as Delilah imagined herself taking the mystery cock. Which dad was it? Lacy usually had no problem telling Delilah exactly which cock she sucked and when, but she said nothing about this one. There was no reason to hide it, but maybe Lacy was just so horny she didn't think about it. Or maybe the dad didn't want his identity to get out.
Delilah analyzed the puzzle while one hand rubbed her pussy and the other held her dildo for her mouth to practice on when it hit her. Lacy had been saying a lot of complimentary things about Delilah's dad lately. She commented on how he must be working out lately, and how he must have a lot of happy girlfriends, and how a guy like him must have a few girls on the side. Delilah ignored the innocuous comments at the time, but... could it be? Was her friend trying to drain her daddy's balls at this very moment?
Delilah's mouth was repeatedly filled and then emptied, Delilah's tongue dancing around as she practiced for her own pleasure. In her imagination, the mystery man thrusting against her face turned into her dad and it only turned her on even more. Is that what her daddy wanted? Is that what Daddy needed?
She had to know.
There was only one way to find out.
Reluctantly, Delilah got up, careful not to make much noise to alert her friend that she was going to be away from the phone, not that she needed to, as Lacy must already be in her special mental place where all that mattered was the pleasure she felt from the cock that was using her, and the daddy getting treated like a real man was too far gone with groaning and dirty talk to pay attention to the phone, either. Delilah licked her gooey fingers clean before turning her bedroom doorknob and looking down the hall where she saw the telltale sign of light shining through the seams of her dad's bedroom door that meant that he was awake.
Delilah's juices dripped from her as she tip-toed on the hardwood floor. She had forgotten to put her panties back on and was leaving a trail of girl-droplets leading back to her own room.
Grunts, moans, and sloppy gagging got louder and louder as she got closer to her target.
Oh God. Delilah's sexy daddy was clearly, at this moment, abusing some slut's throat. That word, "sexy," seemed to fit her daddy so well. Delilah never thought of her dad that way before, but her friend was right. He took care of himself, worked out, and if Lacy was happy with him, then he must have a nice cock.
Thinking of her dad's cock turned Delilah on even more. She needed to see it. Now.
Delilah paused as the sounds of oral pleasure stopped momentarily and the participants moved around. Soon there was a different set of sounds being made, and she could hear her father whispering to Lacy how she was a good girl and how all girls should be like her.
It was too much, she had to see what was happening, without delay. Delilah took a deep breath and cracked open the door to peek inside. She was left breathless. Lacy's head was over the side of the bed as Bruce smacked her smiling face a few times with his prick before he started fucking her throat like a pussy. He alternated long and deep strokes, his thick seven-inch cock stretching open Lacy's mouth to the limit and causing a visible bulge in her throat as the paternal cock entered it.
That cock looked familiar. It was exactly like the dildo that Delilah had in her mouth!
Delilah kneeled on the floor as she tried desperately to achieve orgasm and imagine she switched places with her friend. Delilah's mind got more and blanker and she felt more and more pleasure the further down her throat her toy penetrated.
Just as Delilah was reaching her peak, her father grunted loudly and jammed his cock all the way into the teen throat, cumming directly down it, groaning, "Be a good girl, take daddy's cock! Don't waste a drop! Lick up any that you miss, oh fuck, oh fuck!"
Bruce glanced at the phone on the bed and whispered in a tone low enough that the phone couldn't pick up, but which Delilah could hear from the doorway, "Oh Delilah, be mine, baby, all mine..." as his cock pulsed, delivering his seed into the stomach of his daughter's friend.
Delilah's orgasm flashed inside her like a bolt of lightning, and it took everything she had to not cry out as she collapsed onto her back, writhing on the floor and drooling around what she now knew was a copy of her father's cock. Delilah's eyes were unfocused as she squirted for the first time, uncontrollably drenching the wall next to the bedroom door and leaving a puddle under her ass.
Delilah could barely move, aftershocks running through her body as she convulsed on the floor. By the time she could get up, her dad was lying back on his bed with his eyes closed and a look of contentment while Lacy worked on him with red eyes and a very wet and sloppy looking face.
The revelation of incestuous desire excited Delilah more than she ever thought possible. Weak and unsure of what to do next, Delilah removed her shirt and wiped up her sex juices coating the wall and floor as best she could while trying to remain undetected then crawled back to her room and into her bed.
Lacy's voice came through the phone, "I'll get another load out of you, Daddy, no matter what. I know how you love to wake up."
Bruce only groaned.
Loud licking and kissing sounds made it clear that Lacy was delicately worshiping the cock that gave her face a good and proper fucking. "Yummy!"
Delilah fell asleep to the soothing sounds of cock worship coming from her phone, as a swirl of thoughts and emotions ran through her. There were so many things she learned about her daddy in such a short time.
Delilah's dad loved sex. Delilah's dad loved blowjobs. Delilah's dad wanted a little slut. Also, from the way it looked and sounded...
Delilah's dad wanted his daughter's body.
And his cock... it looked so... perfect. Even, delicious...
Delilah used the last of her energy to masturbate one more time before drifting to sleep, trying to copy her friend's actions.
"Daddy wants me," Delilah thought. "Daddy wants my body."
Lacy's voice came through the phone again, softer than before. "Am I a good girl, Daddy? Did I take good care of the cock that made me?"
More thoughts ran through Delilah's head. "Daddy wants my body, I want his cock."
"A little girl should take care of her daddy's cock," Lacy said, talking to both father and daughter.
A feeling rushed through Delilah, a feeling that somehow made her even hornier. Jealousy.
"That should be my cock," Delilah thought. "Mine! Only mine, only my cock, only mine! I'll take care of you, Daddy, give me your cock, give me your cum..."
Those thoughts repeated through her head over and over as she listened to her best friend work to once more steal the paternal semen that belonged to Delilah by birthright.
Delilah finally drifted to sleep after cumming again, her muffled voice trying to cry out, "Oh, Daddy!" around her dildo as she drenched her bed with her gushing pussy.
Delilah slept with her Daddy's copycock on the pillow next to her. She dreamed of her daddy.
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"Did you enjoy the show?" Lacy spoke into her phone as she used her finger to wipe up stray drops of cum and bring them up to her tongue.
When there was no reply, Lacy correctly guessed that her friend must have fallen asleep after having a series of powerful orgasms and stopped the call.
"That was amazing, Lacy," Bruce said to the teen fawning over his manhood. "Having your friend listen was a huge turn-on, and doing it when Delilah is in the house just made it so much riskier and erotic, even if she's focused on her game. Damn, more women should be like you."
Lacy knew that Bruce wanted a monogamous relationship and Lacy wasn't the kind of girl that could give that to him. He wanted a girl almost exactly like Lacy, a cock worshiping slut, but a girl who was only his slut. To Bruce, there was a world of difference between calling a girl "a slut" and "his slut." The former only drained his balls, the latter stole his heart.
"Oh, I dunno, I think lots of girls are like me, they just need to be taught." Lacy grinned mischievously as she snuggled Bruce's cock and took in its manly scent.
Bruce fell asleep to pleasant thoughts of holding his Delilah close in a distinctly un-fatherly way. In his dreams, Delilah bounced on his cock as her tummy expanded and looked into his eyes, saying, "I love you, Daddy."
Bruce spurted into Lacy's mouth, groaning, "Oh, Delilah," as she successfully sucked him off one last time while he slept.
Lacy's stomach filled up with even more warm cum as she thought about how happy her friend was soon going to be, if all went according to plan. Lacy loved playing matchmaker. She could tell that Bruce had more than carnal feelings for his daughter. Lacy came hard the first time that Bruce shouted out Delilah's name as she took his cock in her throat and knew that his cock yearned for the holes it owned. Lacy didn't mind being used as a surrogate daughter, as pretty much every dad she ever sucked off liked to fantasize about his daughter, taking ownership of the holes of the body he made, but this was different. The way they looked at each other, there was something deeper, a romantic love that they both repressed. When they were together, they each had a softened demeanor and looks of longing that one would see on a couple that was destined to love each other for decades.
Unfortunately, they were father and daughter, and there was a pesky societal taboo that prevented them from acknowledging their feelings for each other.
Lacy was going to fix that. And if she got to swallow cum from some prime daddycock while she was at it, then all the better.
The first step was showing her friend how happy a girl could be when she submits to cock. Next, she got a special kit that let you copy a cock for a toy, and used it on Bruce. She did this for all of her favorite penises and had a collection of them proudly displayed on a shelf in her bedroom. They were unlabeled, but that wasn't a problem because she could tell which one was which blindfolded, using either her hands or her mouth. This phallus, however, had two duplicates created: one for Lacy to keep and one to give to the daughter it made. It was important for Delilah to practice pleasing it and showing it the reverence it deserved. Lacy was convinced that she could train her friend to yearn to be on her knees and doing her best to gobble her daddy's knob in whatever way he instructed. Lacy could see in her friend the need for seed, whether she admitted it yet or not, and this master cum guzzler was going to make sure her friend's perfect lips learned to attach themselves to daddycock like a magnet, quick to envelop it when nearby and only detaching reluctantly and with a freshly coated throat or face. Her mission wouldn't be complete until the day Lacy visited her friend's house and walked in on Delilah blowing Bruce with pride. Lacy knew that someday, Delilah would even lick up stray cum off the floor after she realized how precious, not to mention delicious, it truly is. At that moment, she would truly have a sister.
If anyone could say one thing about Lacy, is that she was persistent, especially when it came to cock. After tonight, she was sure her friend was on track to be her daddy's slut.
Lacy dressed and quietly maneuvered out of the house to go home. She hoped to have enough energy to eat breakfast, which for her involved an open invitation to crawl under the kitchen table in multiple houses in the neighborhood. All she had to do was pick which one.
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Delilah woke up to the start of the weekend to the sound of birds chirping outside of her window and the smell of cooking bacon. She rubbed her eyes as she stirred awake when the memories of last night rushed to her head.
Last night, when Lacy stole her daddy's cum from her.
A strong wave of jealousy washed over Delilah.
"It should be mine!" Delilah thought. "You suck so many cocks, that one should be mine! My daddy, my cock!"
Delilah surprised herself as she suddenly felt so possessive of her father and his big cock. But why shouldn't it be hers? She came from it, so she should get to suck it! She should get his seed!
Once more, Delilah found herself fantasizing of her father and gave herself a satisfying orgasm.
How could she look her father in the eyes after seeing him fuck Lacy's face? Unsure of what to do next, Delilah picked up her phone, snapped a photo of her dildo, and sent it to her best friend with the text, "Thanks for the copy, but I saw you get the real thing last night."
Thirty seconds later, she got a photo reply of Lacy sitting under a table while sticking a thick cock between her lips with the text, "Eating breakfast, but let's talk later."
Delilah couldn't be mad at her cum-crazed friend and decided to go downstairs for her some bacon and eggs.
Bruce stood at the stove working on the bacon as Delilah came around the corner.
"Morning, Daddy," Delilah chirped as she walked over to the kitchen table. "What's the occasion?"
"Just felt like cooking for my sweetheart," Bruce said. He turned around to look at his daughter, "How do you want your eggs?"
Bruce's eyes raced up and down his daughter's body, taking in her beauty, when Delilah realized she didn't dress up as much as normal. In fact, she only had on two things, a short t-shirt and panties.
Delilah looked down at her dad's crotch. She couldn't help it. Her rightful property was inside those shorts.
"Over-easy is good, if you're making toast," Delilah told her father. She moved to sit at the table as they avoided meeting each other's gaze.
"Sure, honey," Bruce said as he snapped his head up and turned back around. "I know how you like dipping toast in your eggs."
Delilah sat down and read the advice column in the morning paper. She wondered if anyone ever wrote in asking for advice about how to successfully drink their father's sperm.
"So how was last night?" Bruce asked.
Delilah's face turned red and she stammered out, "Umm, what, um, what do you mean?"
"Your raid, sweetie," Bruce clarified. "Did you clear it? Get any good loot?"
Bruce used to play WoW so he knew all the lingo and enjoyed keeping up to date on the game, living vicariously through his daughter since he couldn't devote the time to play anymore. Sure he could play casually, but it wasn't quite the same as being competitive at the top-tier.
"Oh right, um, nothing for me dropped," Delilah said. "It was OK, though, I'll get something soon."
Bruce slid a plate in front of Delilah with put down a cup of coffee for her.
"Thanks, Daddy," Delilah said.
"You're welcome, pumpkin," Bruce replied. "Hope it helps you recover. It must have been rough last night, you look tired. Hope you weren't up too late."
Delilah looked up into her dad's eyes. "Yeah, but you know, last night was still great. Better than I thought it could be." Then Delilah joked, "I really need new chest armor for my character, they have better stats and make her look super slutty."
"Hah, but you'll always be prettier than some computer-generated character. My little girl is gorgeous." Bruce flashed a smile at his daughter, but didn't notice her blush or that she suddenly felt butterflies in her stomach.
Bruce started to sit down with his own breakfast and didn't notice as Delilah slyly looked at dad's crotch again while she licked her lips.
Delilah chewed on a strip of bacon and said, "Mmm, Daddy, this is good, you should make this more often."
"I didn't know you liked anything I made so much."
"Oh yeah Daddy, just let me know when you make something tasty and I'll gobble it down," Delilah's pussy started to leak.
Bruce imagined his daughter gulping his sperm but quickly put aside any idea that is what she meant.
The tension between them was broken when Bruce's cell phone rang.
"Oh drat, it's work. I wanted to eat breakfast with you. Sorry hon, I'm on call."
"It's OK daddy, go take care of it, I'll be around all day."
Bruce left the room to take care of work issues and Delilah finished up her breakfast. When she got up, she noticed a small puddle of female juices left behind.
"I bet Daddy would think this is a waste," she thought as she cleaned the chair.
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Delilah read incest stories on her phone in the back corner while she waited at a mostly empty restaurant in a local mall for her friend.
"Hi slut," Lacy joked as she slid into the booth across from Delilah. "What's up?"
Delilah could only roll her eyes as she said, "Hey Lacy, thanks for meeting me."
"No problem, I need to give my mouth a rest anyway, I feel a little sore," Lacy said with a smile as she rubbed her jaw with both hands.
Delilah blushed slightly. "That's kind of what I need to talk to you about. I need your help. I mean, um..."
"Oh is my girl ready to finally get stuffed with cock?"
"I just... I saw you last night. I saw you with Daddy."
Lacy saw an opportunity to push forward her plan. "So let me guess, you're jealous. You want it all to yourself, and you're going to warn me to stay away so you can drown in his creamy cum."
"No, well, yes, um, I mean..." Delilah was clearly flustered. "Do you have to say it so loud?"
The waiter came to give them glasses of water and to take their orders right then, as if to maximize Delilah's embarrassment, before leaving them alone again.
"Girl, if I learned one thing in my life, it's that you shouldn't be ashamed of what you want." Lacy took a sip of water. "You want your dad's cock, then you take it. It's yours. I'm living my dream right now, and besides, I mostly started sucking off your dad to help you guys out."
Delilah clearly looked confused so Lacy got up to go around the table and sit next to her.
"I'll explain. Look here," Lacy said as she brought out her phone and opened a website. "This is your dad's dating profile."
Lacy went through the standard stuff about wanting a romantic partner, someone to share interests with, and all the normal stuff.
"I might settle down for the right cock someday, but I find lots of good older men on sites like this." Lacy went through the profile, outlining points that interested her. "Look here, on the main part, it says he prefers women who wear skirts and dresses whenever they are with him, and that he's a little perverted. It's like he wants to say stuff that is a lot more freaky but doesn't want to be banned from the site. Then I looked at the questions section. There's a bunch of questions on different topics, like lifestyle or hobbies, but there are also questions on sexual topics. He answered a lot of those."
Delilah felt herself becoming flustered as her friend showed her a window into her father's desires.
"Like here," Lacy continued, "it's a question asking if tongue piercings turn him on, and he said 'yes, because it usually means the girl loves oral sex, but he won't require his girl have one.' And on the question about if he likes anal sex, he said, 'I should own all of my girl's holes, or she's not my girl.'"
Delilah squirmed in her seat due to the heat coming out of her sex. Lacy kept reading. "Then here, the question, 'Would you be disappointed if your partner refused to give you oral sex?' he answered, 'I can't be in a relationship if my girl doesn't worship my cock. She has to truly enjoy it or we can't be together. She should want to swallow lots of my cum.' Then here, there's a question about if he would perform oral sex on his partner, and he said, 'I'm tasting my girl whenever I want.'"
"Oh God," Delilah squeaked out, suppressing a moan. She wished she had on a short skirt like her father wanted, it would be easier to play with herself. Lacy wouldn't mind.
Lacy saw her friend get more turned on, loving the effect of the words she was reading. "Then here, he says he would love his girl to give him road head, and on this question, he wants to be able to wake his woman up with his cock, and fantasizes about his girl blowing him in front of other people."
Delilah couldn't help herself anymore, she had to finger her twat. Her mind was overflowing with fantasies of her giving her daddy everything he ever wanted, to be his perfect girl, his personal slut, and his three-hole whore. She slipped one hand into her tights as discreetly as she could, covering herself with a cloth napkin.
"This next one is really hot too, he said he likes to be called Daddy during sex." Lacy saw her friend touching herself.
"You're really hot for dad cock aren't you? Well, that's good because he's really into you. I mean, you don't see him check you out when you turn around, but I do. He eats you up with his eyes. Oh yeah, also he really gets going when I call him Daddy. I have to be careful or he's almost too much for me to handle. When you're not around, he yells out all sorts of stuff while stuffing my face, about how he made his little girl's body so he owns it, and how he's going to mark her as his. He calls me 'Delilah' the entire time and looks at a picture of you that he keeps on the nightstand during most of our sessions. Your daddy has the hots for you something fierce. I'm pretty jealous."
Delilah could barely keep her eyes open and her breathing became shorter. Lacy brought up another website, this time one explicitly for more adult connections, and catered to practically any kind of fetish.
"I found him on here, too." Lacy scrolled through the profile. "Here's where all of his kinks are laid bare. He explicitly says he's a 'Daddy Dom' and that he's into incest fantasy. He even has some journal entries written here about a girl with a description similar to you, like this one where he's walking around a public park with a girl who proudly lets everyone see his cum drip down her face and drool down her legs..."
Delilah had reached her boiling point and brought her head down to the table as she shuddered from orgasm.
Just then, the waiter came to deliver their food and said, "Is your friend alright?"
Lacy saw a big bulge pushing out his slacks and couldn't help herself. Clearly, he had overheard some of what she had been saying and needed relief or else he couldn't do his job properly. Poor guy, he needed help. "Yeah, she's fine, couldn't you help me with something in the restroom?"
Lacy dragged the waiter to the restroom to drop to her knees for her own free appetizer while Delilah nibbled on her fries and thought of all the ways she would be happy by making her daddy happy.
"First," Delilah thought, "I need shorter skirts."
---
An hour later, Delilah and Lacy were looking through the stores in the mall for some clothes for Delilah to wear that would be perfect for turning her daddy into a drooling sex pervert, ready to claim his property with his hard pipe.
Delilah had a few shirts that showed off her cleavage, some nice summer dresses that did the same but also gave a kind of "innocently sexy" look, and a couple skirts that went way above the knees but weren't difficult to flip over her ass, just like in one of the incest stories that her Daddy wrote about her.
Once more, Delilah had to fight off the horniness she felt when she thought of how thousands of people had read and masturbated to stories written about her. She had more important things to do right now.
Lacy knocked on the door to give a couple more skirts to her friend, and when Delilah opened the door, she saw Lacy holding the hand of a noticeably nervous older male with a wedding band.
"This is Mr. Chadwick, I ran into him and his wife, she's looking at kitchen or bathroom stuff or whatever. He clearly looked bored so I offered to take him off of Mrs. Chadwick's hands for a few minutes. Here, these skirts will make it impossible for your dad to not bend you over."
"Lacy!" Delilah said, looking around.
"Oh don't worry, he won't tell. I bet he's jealous of your dad." Lacy grabbed the man's crotch and pulled him into the adjacent changing room.
Delilah tried on the skirts her friend gave her, and Lacy was right. With Delilah's ass filling them out, they sent the message, "Fuck me. Own me. Breed me." One by one, Delilah tried on all the skirts as she heard her friend first unbuckle a belt, then progress from tender licking to brutal face fucking that shook the shared wall.
Delilah went to the checkout desk to buy her new daddy-pleasing outfits and waited for her friend to come out of the changing room. When Lacy finally emerged, her hair was a little messy and the front of her shirt was wet with saliva and cum. Other than that, she looked almost the same as before. Delilah was surprised.
"Makeup kit and wet wipes," Lacy told her friend as she zipped up her purse. "A good cum dumpster doesn't leave home without them."
---
Delilah returned home after 10 PM, and she could see the lights in the house were off, indicating that her daddy was already asleep.
"Poor Daddy, he probably worked all day, even though it's a Saturday. I'll see if I can help him."
With a smile on her face, Delilah went up to her room and changed. She swore to herself that she would never wear pants when she was with Daddy ever again unless he told her to. That thought might surprise other little girls, but not Delilah. Submitting to Daddy felt like the right thing to do. Throughout her life, Delilah had rarely defied her father, a fact she was proud of. In fact, she bought a cute low-cut t-shirt that exposed a lot of cleavage and declared "Daddy's Girl" in a sparkly, cursive font. Wearing it made Delilah feel claimed. Now she could hardly wait to be claimed for real.
---
Bruce woke to the feeling of a small hand holding the base of his cock straight up as a tongue lightly brushed over it. He could see his bedroom door was slightly open and a soft light came in through it, allowing him to see the outline of a female form with long hair splayed out between his outstretched legs.
"Oh I love it when you wake me up like this, but my daughter..."
Delilah made a sexy mewling sound as she settled into her new favorite position.
"That's so sexy Lacy, I've never heard you make that sound before."
Delilah was happy that even though it was the first time she sucked her father's cock, there was already something about her that he liked better. Bruce couldn't see it, but Delilah's eyes half-closed as she fell deeper into her cock-daze. Delilah moaned and mewled with pleasure as she gently, gingerly kissed and licked the rigid pole that was the reason she was alive today.
"You're acting so different," Bruce said as he gave himself over to the ministrations of the teenage goddess who thirsted for his seed. "So slow, so deliberate. I knew you loved to suck cock, but this is almost like you..."
A heavy pause filled the room as Delilah kept up her daughterly duty, communicating her response through actions instead of words.
Bruce knew.
"This is yours now, babe," Bruce said to his daughter.
Breaking her silence, Delilah slipped her mouth off the paternal prick and held it against her cheek as she said, "And I'm yours," before sliding the cock head back in her mouth and dancing her tongue around it.
"I want to see you," Bruce told his daughter before he flicked on the lamp on his nighstand. "So beautiful. I can't believe I'm so lucky."
"Me neither," Delilah said with a mouth full of cock.
Delilah was bringing her father close to the edge and backing him off like a true fellatrix. Her practice had paid off, and she sucked cock lick a cum-drunk whore even though she had yet to experience the pleasure of a mouth full of an entire load produced entirely for her pleasure.
"Oh Delilah, I love you," Bruce said to his cute offspring that suckled at the source of her life. "More than a daughter, more than a sex object. I want you completely, like a man loves a woman, like..."
Delilah looked deep into her father's eyes, took her mouth off the phallus she had devoted herself to, and said, "...like a husband loves a wife?" Delilah went back to her task without breaking eye contact.
"Yes!" Bruce moaned, his daughter striking upon the most erotic thought to enter his mind: his daughter as his wife.
Delilah continued her work on her well-endowed daddy and tilted her head to show him the puppy-dog eyes that always got her what she wanted. "Will you feed me all of your cum?"
"Yes," Bruce moaned.
*Lick, suck* "Will you take my ass?"
"Oh yes, I want to, so badly."
*Kiss* "Will you show me off? Let me suck you no matter who's watching?"
"Oh God, baby, yes, I'd be so proud, be my little cum bucket, my cum dumpster..."
"Can I suck you whenever I want? As long as I want? I want to curl up on my daddy's lap for hours."
"Yes, my love, as much as you want. As long as you learn to get face-fucked."
That was exactly what Delilah wanted to hear. She stopped her oral assault to looked deep into her Daddy's eyes.
"Will you give me a little sister?"
Delilah clamped down over her very own daddycock in preparation for what would happen next.
Bruce roared out, "OH YES! I'll knock you up with your own sister! Your belly will be so big, I'll be so proud, so happy... show you off to everyone, my little fuck puppet, my little princess, my perfect angel, I love you so..."
Father and daughter looked into each other's eyes as spurt after spurt of daddycum, the most precious thing a man can give a woman he loves, filled Delilah's mouth. The love she felt flow into her soul caused her tear up as she shivered with pleasure. Her friend Lacy drank the fluids of many men, and perhaps that was her true calling; that was for Lacy to decide on her own. Delilah, however, wanted and needed only one man. Nothing else mattered. Tasting him, connected with him, loving him as much as he loved her, and knowing her proper place would be serving him while on her knees or any other position he desired: that was true happiness. It was as if she had a religious experience, ripples running up and down her body as she orgasmed and struggled to stick to her plan to prove her devotion to the man she loved.
When Bruce had stopped cumming, Delilah crawled up the bed to her daddy and opened her mouth to show that she got every drop of his life-giving juice before gulping it all down.
"I'm so happy, Daddy, I love you too. I hope you mean all those things you said. Teach me everything. Teach me how to please you, show me how to be a mommy. I want to kiss you now, but..."
Bruce interrupted the light of his life mid-sentence by lunging forward and kissing her lips. For the next ten minutes, father and daughter writhed together in bed, intertwining their tongues and bodies. Bruce explored his daughter's nubile body with his hands, palming her ass and kneading her tits. When he felt that her skirt barely went past the bottom of her ass, he could feel life coming back to his erection.
For the rest of the night, consummated their new taboo relationship again and again. The bedsprings in the master bedroom squeaked louder than they ever had before and the headboard pounded indentations into the drywall.
After her first cunt-full of cum, Delilah couldn't help herself and sent Lacy a pic of her daddy's cum drooling out of her pussy with the message, "He's mine now."
A few minutes later, Lacy received another message that she would vigorously masturbate to when she saw it: a picture of Delilah's mouth on her daddy's cock with the text, "I need to learn. Teach me to please my daddy."
In the morning, Bruce woke up to find his daughter still in his bed.
"I really am the luckiest man alive," Bruce said, admiring his daughter's form before going to the bathroom.
When Bruce returned, he found his daughter still in his bed, but in a new position: face down, ass up, with a bottle of lube sitting between her. Delilah wiggled her cute ass at him while she reached back with her hands and pulled apart her ass cheeks.
"No breakfast until you take one more," Delilah said without turning her head.
Bruce's base instinct took over and his cock hardened back to full strength before he groaned and said, "Oh yes, so perfect, mmmm..." and positioned himself behind his daughter.
"You own all of me Daddy," Delilah moaned as Bruce pushed to get his cockhead inside of her. "Anywhere, anytime, I'm yours. You don't even have to ask."
"Such a perfect girl," Bruce said as his daughter's sphincter gave way. "I'm so lucky. I'm the luckiest man alive. I promise to make sure you always know that."
---
A half-hour later, Delilah was happily making breakfast in the kitchen while her father sat at the table reading the morning paper. At least, he tried to, as Delilah cooked bacon and eggs with an apron on and nothing underneath, streaks of her Daddy's seed showing off his complete domination of her body.
Both of them hoped she would be pregnant soon, and knew that they would have to find a place accepting of their new lifestyle. There were rumors of a seemingly idyllic place, not too far away, called Fertile Valley. Bruce read about it on the forums he frequented and promised himself to look into it later.
But now, Bruce could see that Delilah just finished cooking and was now at the counter, slightly bent over to plate everything.
Delilah turned around. "You sit right there, Daddy. I'll bring you your plate, and I'll eat under the table." She then winked and smiled before turning back around, happy and content with her new role as a submissive daughter-wife. Cooking for Daddy just felt right. Delilah looked forward to making sure her man was as well taken care of at the dinner table as he was in bed (and in the living room, and the back yard, and driving in the car...). Her pussy started to leak more of her own juices in response.
Bruce was hungry but couldn't help himself from getting up out of his seat. Whether it was her erotic visual display, the pheromones she gave off just for her daddy, or something else, when it came to his daughter, his cock called the shots. His growling stomach would have to wait.
Delilah felt her father's hands on her ass as he pulled her back to bend her over further.
"Daddy, the food will get cold! Oh! Oh, Daddy..."