Cosplay With Daddy…

Beth.

I liked to lie in the dark and imagine I was the one fucking my Daddy.

At night, when I would hear Mom moan and scream and beg for his cock, I would moan and scream too, with my fingers buried deep in my pussy.

They never heard me and it left me wondering just how much of a good time they were having to not hear their daughter masturbate to the sound of them fucking.

It was depraved.

He wasn’t my uncle or my stepdaddy; he was my actual father.

My flesh and blood and I wanted to fuck him. Or at least let him fuck me the way he fucked Mom.

The wet sounds from downstairs always started the same way, with slow, heavy thrusts that made the headboard knock against the wall.

Mom’s voice would crack first, that high, desperate little whimper she tried to muffle into the pillow.

Then the begging. “Please… harder… fuck me, just like that—”

And Daddy’s low grunt answering her, the wet slap of skin getting faster, meaner. I would shove two fingers into my soaked cunt and match the rhythm, hips jerking under the sheets while I pictured him on top of me instead.

His cock stretching me open, his big hands that used to ruffle my hair, pinning my thighs wide apart.

That same deep, punishing pace that made Mom forget not to scream, choking the air from my lungs.

I’d cum with his name in my mouth. Daddy. Over and over while my pussy clenched and dripped down my wrist.

In the morning, Mom would float downstairs like nothing had happened.

Hair perfect. Smile soft. Pouring coffee and asking if I wanted eggs, as if Daddy’s cum wasn’t still leaking out of her.

That was the part that fucked with my head the most. The way they could be so filthy in the dark and so normal in the light.

I wanted that.

I wanted to be split open on his cock until I screamed, then sit at the breakfast table the next day and act like I hadn’t just been ruined by my own father.

I was eighteen in my final year of high school and old enough to know exactly how wrong it was and still ache for it anyway.

All the times he’d touch my face, push a strand of hair behind my ear, or call me his little princess, my clit would throb and I’d have to press my thighs together so I didn’t soak through my panties right there in the kitchen.

That morning I kissed Mom on the cheek, grabbed my bag, and told Daddy I had to go.

He was at the counter in a white undershirt and sweats, coffee in hand. The muscles in his forearms flexed when he lifted the mug and I helplessly stared at it.

“Have a good day, baby,” he said, voice still rough from sleep—and from fucking Mom half the night.

“You too, Daddy.”

I left before he could see the way my nipples were hard under my uniform shirt.

Sasha ny Bestfriend was already waiting at the corner when the car turned onto her street; the driver stopped long enough and Sasha hopped in, chewing gum and scrolling on her phone.

The second her ass touched the seat, she started talking, barely caring as I strapped her seatbelt on.

“Okay, so you won’t believe what happened last night. Callum from the debate team sent me a dick pic at like two a.m., and I’m not even mad. That boy is packing. Like, thick and veiny and—” She made a filthy little gesture with her hand. “You need to get on that level, Beth. Graduation is in a few months and it would be tragic if you walk across that stage with your hymen still intact.”

“Sash, not this again.” I risked a glance at Marcus the driver, but he pretended not to hear our conversation. Or maybe he just didn’t care.

Sasha and I had been best friends since third grade and he’d been my driver for far longer.

I was sure he was used to it by now.

“Why not? I won’t let you be some tragic Victorian ghost. It’s embarrassing.”

I threw my eyes on the moving streets beyond the window. “I just… haven’t met anyone I want to give it to yet.”

“Bullshit. You don’t need to meet anyone or even get a boyfriend. Nobody does that anymore. You just need cock. Any cock will do. Hell, I lost mine in the back of a movie theater to a guy whose name I can’t even remember. Best decision I ever made. Now the pressure’s gone and I can actually enjoy getting railed instead of overthinking it.”

“I’m not like you.”

“Clearly.”

She linked her arm through mine, her voice dropping into that conspiratorial, unhinged tone she used whenever she was about to say something truly nasty.

“There’s a hangout after finals. Pool party at Jake’s place. Half the guys from the football team will be there and Jake promised endless booze. It’s the perfect setup to get your pussy wrecked by someone who actually knows what he’s doing and still make it home before curfew. Rite of passage, baby. Every eighteen-year-old deserves to know what it feels like to cum on a real dick.”

I laughed like I was considering it.

But I didn’t care about some football guy, all I could think about was my Daddy’s cock.

If I was going to lose my virginity, it was going to be on his because nobody else would do.

I wanted to know how thick he must be to make Mom sound like that.

How it would feel forcing its way into my virgin cunt, stretching me until I cried just like her.

I bet I’d let him keep going even when it hurt just so I could walk downstairs the next morning with his cum still sticky between my thighs and act like everything was normal.

“I’ll think about it,” I said.

Sasha grinned like she’d already won. “That’s my girl.”

After the last bell signaling the end of the school day, Sasha was waiting by my locker, bouncing on her toes.

“I’m coming home with you today.”

“Why?” I opened my locker to drop my textbooks.

“Your parents won’t be back till evening, right? I’ve missed your pool.”

“Sash, we have a ten-page script to learn for the play in four days.”

“Fuck the play. I’ll do it later. Right now I need sun on my tits and chlorine in my hair. I even brought my red bikini. We’re swimming and this is non-negotiable.”

I sighed, but I didn’t argue.

Marcus was already waiting at the curb as we came out and nodded in greeting before opening the door to the backseat. Sasha slid in first and I followed.

As the car pulled away, I busied myself looking through the script on my phone while Sasha pulled out her phone and immediately answered a call on speaker

“Hey, baby… yeah, I’m free later… mmm, that sounds good… you gonna fuck me like last time? Hard and deep until I can’t walk? … God, yes… I want you to pull my hair and call me your dirty little slut again—”

Marcus’s eyes flicked to the rearview mirror.

I caught the side-eye he gave her and bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing.

Sasha just kept going, like the driver wasn’t even there.

Her voice dripping with heat, describing exactly how she wanted to be bent over and used.

When she finally hung up, she looked completely unbothered.

I raised an eyebrow. “Troy?”

She snorted. “Ryan. Troy’s for weekends. Ryan’s for when I need it rough and quick and I have pent-up stress I need released.” She shrugged, utterly shameless.

I gave her a look and she laughed. “What?”

“Two guys? Really?”

“If Callum plays his cards right, I’ll have three. How can you have just one guy? This is the age of exploration. Have as many as you want. Have fun. We’re not going to be exploring anything in our sixties.”

“I could explore with one guy,” I muttered.

Sasha gave me a look of pure pity. “Spoken like a true virgin.”

If only she knew.

If only she knew how far from innocent my thoughts were.

I was horny for my father for Christ’s sake.

The man who raised me.

I wondered what Sasha would say if I told her.

If she’d call me sick.

If she’d look at me differently.

Or if she’d just laugh and ask for details.

We pulled up to the house and Marcus opened the door for us. Sasha hurried inside, squealing about water and her sexy bikini.

“That girl,” Marcus muttered low, shaking his head.

I laughed at that. “Lovely, isn’t she?”

He grumbled something that said otherwise and went to drive the car into the garage.

I stifled another laugh as I walked into the house.

Sasha was already stripping her uniform shirt off in the hallway, revealing the red bikini top underneath.

“Why don’t we study first?” I offered half-heartedly.

“Fuck no!”

“Sash—”

“Beth, I have my priorities. Take hot pictures of my ass while the sun is still out. Studying doesn’t even make top five.”

I sighed again as she headed for the back doors that led to the pool, hips swaying.

“There’s a reason why only one of us is going to valedictorian,” she called out. “Now go change!”

I didn’t feel like swimming.

As I turned toward the stairs, ready to go to my room and study a bit, I stopped.

Curiosity burned hot in the silence as I stared toward my parents' door.

They’d fucked last night. Hard. Mom’s voice was still echoing in my head, how loudly she screamed.

I wanted to touch the sheets.

Smell the room.

Lie on the bed where Daddy had pinned her down and imagine it was me.

It was becoming a favourite pastime activity for me.

I veered away from the stairs and entered the hallway that led to the door.

It was tucked away from the rest of the house as if they knew they needed the privacy.

When I opened the door, I took a deep breath and felt the tingles of arousal begin to awaken.

The air still smelled faintly like sex and Mom’s perfume, the bed was unmade, the sheets tangled, with panties lying next to the bed.

My pulse hammered as I stepped closer, my palm reaching out, my mind already drawing the picture of me face-down in those sheets with Daddy’s weight on top of me—

The bathroom door opened.

Daddy stepped out completely naked.

The world came to a screeching halt.

Water still clung to the dark hair on his chest, dripping down the solid muscles of his body and down to his groin.

His cock hung heavy between his thighs, thicker than I’d imagined even in my filthiest fantasies, the head flushed.

My mouth went dry.

Heat descended to my cunt so fast, my knees almost buckled with how hard I clenched.

Daddy froze when he saw me.

“Beth, what the hell are you doing here?”

I opened my mouth. All that came out was a tiny, broken “I—”

His voice cracked like a whip. “Leave. Now!”