My Sleepwalking Daughter Milks My Cock
T. A. BEAU
My Sleepwalking Daughter Milks My Cock
T. A. BEAU
A NONCON Dad/Daughter Somnophilia Erotica Short Story with restrained (kitchen apron tie) and gagged (table cloth).
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WORD COUNT: 3000 words
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A loud sound yanks me out of my sleep. I bolt straight, weariness melting away from my body and quickly replaced by adrenaline. I’ve always been a light sleeper since college; even the tiniest sounds would wake me, especially if the source is close enough. I’m sure that sound is coming from somewhere in my house. I wait for a beat, holding my breath, shaking any remnants of sleep away. A second later, another crash sounds out from somewhere downstairs.
I get to my feet and grab the bat that’s lying close to my bed. I tiptoe to the main bedroom door, eyes sweeping along the hallway before I take the stairs two at a time. I make sure not to step on the loose and noisy floorboards that would alert whoever is downstairs that I’m on my way.
I’m not alone in the house. Though, I’d rather not wake my daughter up and worry her over nothing. I bet it’s a stray animal or something that has crawled in through an open window.
I move cautiously, using the soft gray hue from the moon outside to guide me past my living room, then the dining room, and to the swinging doors into the kitchen. The lights are on, so it isn’t an animal.
Then I wonder if it’s maybe my daughter…
I relax a bit but still keep my bat raised in case I’m wrong.
I draw in a deep breath, then push the kitchen door open to reveal my daughter is the culprit of the sound. But I turn away quickly because she’s naked, and in the middle of the kitchen counter.
“Jenny, what the hell!” I avert my eyes lower so I’m not staring at my naked daughter. “What’s going on here?”
“Fuck yes… just like that. Please, please, please…”
I’m utterly confused by her reply. I place my hand where I’m sure it will cover her body and concentrate on her face, only to find that my daughter has spread her legs wide and is thrusting something into her.
“Please, please… I want to cum so bad. Please, baby. Fuck this pussy…”