Dad Punishes Me For Stalking Him To A Sex Club
T. A. BEAU
Dad Punishes Me For Stalking Him To A Sex Club
T. A. BEAU
A BDSM Hardcore Dad/Daughter Incest Erotica Short Story with DUBCON/NONCON, gagging, nipple clamps, paddles, wand vibrator, restrained, force breeding, choking.
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WORD COUNT: 3800 words
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The minute I entered the house, I heard a crashing sound and was immediately on guard. I placed my bag down and gently padded upstairs, grabbing a baseball bat from behind the staircase. I was not in the mood to get robbed.
As soon as I got closer to the bedroom, I heard some grunts and groans that seemed to be coming from two different people. Something other than a struggle never crossed my mind, and I inched closer to the half-open door of my parents’ room. Maybe one of the robbers had a change of heart, so they were fighting now?
I took a deep breath and nodded before opening the door, ready to attack as I waved the bat high in my hands. The sight that greeted me was NOT what I was expecting.
The bedroom was a mess, much more than it usually was, but it was not the usual mess or the mess that would be from a struggle or a fight. There were strewn clothes everywhere, and I could see my dad's trousers on top of a lamp, which was honestly a fire hazard. The bookshelf filled with books had a few thrown on the ground, upturned, or just tossed like something had bumped into it.
But none of those sights surprised me more than my dad being on the bed. And he wasn’t alone. When I opened the door, I peeked at the way her pale hands were flexing on the headboard of the bed—that was probably the source of the thud as the bed rocked back and forth and slammed on the wall—as he thrust (more like pounded) into someone.
Someone who definitely wasn’t my mom because his car was outside, but hers wasn’t.
Thank God she was under a duvet, so I couldn’t see anything, but the motions were unmistakable, and the moans and grunts and the telltale sounds of intercourse were also a tell. I was not sure how a gasp escaped me, but my dad and the woman beneath him looked up.
Oh, my God. Oh my God, my dad was fucking my best friend.
I stood there frozen, the bat falling from my hands and clattering to the floor as I took in the scene.
Jasmine shrieked, turning red so fast that she might faint.
“SAM!” she shouted in a raspy tone of voice, much lower than her actual voice. No way she was also calling him by his name. Not even Mr. Richards anymore? How long had they been doing this?
And why… did I feel more jealous than betrayed? Like he should be fucking me instead?
My dad looked at me, and my breath caught my throat. Good God, I wanted to climb him like a damn tree.
I was barely present as the two separated and started to assure me they would never do it again. My dad grabbed my hand and begged me not to tell my mother.
He was still naked and hard. I watched his wet dick, still semi-hard, a vein running on the top side from his well-trimmed pubes to his mushroom head. And all I could think of as I nodded my head was how much I wanted him in my throat.