AUTHOR: T. A. BEAU

TITLE: My Sleepwalking Daughter Milks My Cock

SUBTITLE: A NONCON Dad/Daughter Somnophilia Erotica Short Story with restrained (kitchen apron tie) and gagged (table cloth).

Copyright © 2024 T. A. BEAU

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WORD COUNT: 3000 words

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…”

Jenny props herself and looks straight at me. But her eyes are blank, looking right through me. And I know exactly what’s happening. This isn’t the first time I’ve found Jenny sleepwalking. Though it’s the first time she’s been naked and fucking herself with… is that a cucumber?

I try to piece together how to deal with this situation, but a surprising urge takes over. And curiously, I drop my hand and watch my daughter as she pleasures herself. Her pussy squelches as Jenny fucks herself so hard I wonder how many more times she’ll rut into herself before she breaks the thing in her pussy. Her puffy pussy lips are flushed pink, soaking wet, and jumping whenever she impales herself with the cucumber.

This is so wrong. But my PJ pants stretching around my thickening cock tell a different story. I can’t look away. It’s like I’m under some kind of spell. Something about how feral she’s being, really giving her pussy a pounding, turns me all the fuck on. I’ve never harbored any attraction to my daughter so this should unnerve me. But it doesn’t.

“I need more…” she groans out and attempts to stand, and nearly slips off the counter. I move quick to stop her from hurting herself. I end up scooping her into my arms as the wet cucumber rolls onto the floor. As I settle her into my arms, I notice the cucumber hitting something and see a fallen vase and realize where the sounds that woke me up came from.

While I’m distracted by the mess Jenny has made, my daughter shifts her body and straddles me. Each of her legs wraps on either side of me before tightening her hold on me, and wrapping her hands around my neck. I’m shirtless, and the skin-to-skin contact nearly makes me cream.

“Jenny, stop this,” I say with no conviction at all. “Let me take you to bed, okay?”

“Don’t you want me?” Her voice is so pitiful that I look into her eyes to see unshed tears balancing in them. “I need it. Please.”

Some sick part of me is ready to give in to her. But the logical side to me is screaming at me to do the right thing and carry my daughter to bed, pretend this didn’t happen and maybe book an appointment with her doctor to balance out her meds for her sleepwalking habit.

That’s what a good father would do.

But when she starts to ride my abs like she’s riding a mechanical bull and biting my neck, marking her territory, that voice of reason becomes a whisper. Then drowned out by the white, hot need coursing through my body.

“Okay, Jenny… remember you asked for this,” I tell my sleepwalking daughter, ignoring the fact that she’s actually not conscious. I’m a fucking monster for what I’m about to do and it has me questioning whether I’ve been secretly harboring an attraction on my 22-year-old daughter.

Admitting that would put this moment into perspective. But I don’t go there and all but ignore that suppressed voice. One second, I’m her father, the next, her father who’s about to fuck her cunt so hard she’ll be wondering why she’s sore tomorrow morning.

I grab her ponytail and yank her head back to stop her from mauling me. I don’t need her mother or anyone else to ask me where I got the marks. I need something to restrain my daughter. So, as her feral body searches for release by grinding her body on mine, I grab a loose tie for a kitchen apron for her hands and a clean tablecloth to use as a gag.

Her pussy smears wetness all over my stomach as I set her back down on the kitchen island. She’s a tiny little thing and it doesn’t take me long to bind her hands behind her and wrap the gag around her mouth.

“Nghh nyaah mmmngg.” She tries to communicate.

I search my daughter’s features, making sure she’s still asleep. I trace her cheek, then her lips, and down her heaving body. Her body is clammy and sweaty from all the thrusting she’s been doing.

Her body shudders when I rub at her nipple.

“Who knew how much of a horny little slut you are… so desperate for cock that you dream about it even when you are sleepwalking. Don’t those college boys fuck you enough…”

She’s breathing hard, eyes blinking rapidly. I can see the desperation in her face as she tries to get her legs on the counter and push herself towards my fingers dancing on her torso. I poke at her navel before dragging my finger to her shaved pubic area.

“I told you time and time again, college boys don’t know jack shit about anything. Especially about how to make a woman cum…” I keep the same firm pressure until I reach where her bean is firm and stiff.

Jenny’s eyes stutter as she moans into the gag. Her hips move up and down so fast as she uses my finger to masturbate. Fuck, she looks divine, using my finger to set her body even more on fire. With the way she’s intent on using my digit to make her cum, it makes me wonder just what she’ll do when her pussy sinks onto my cock.

I pull back and her eyes snap open.

“Nggghhh nggghhhh nggghhhh…”

I bring the tip of my finger to my lips and suck the digit, tasting the juices she’d managed to get on there. My heart nearly rips from my chest at how sweet she tastes. There’s no turning back now.

“Are you begging me to make you cum?” I ask, nearly dazed from her taste and scent and how she’s looking at me in reverence.

She nods, her ponytail getting looser with each shake. She looks crazed, panting and sweating like a junky in need of their fix.

“Do you want me to let you milk my cock?”

Drool escapes her mouth as she blinks, moving her body closer to me. She’s managed to place her legs on the counter, the flexible little thing she is, and is getting into a squat. She shows me just how much she wants my cock by bouncing and rounding out her hips. Her pussy leaks right onto the kitchen counter and a wet sound emits from her ass slapping onto the marble.