《“Daddy, Will You Ever Love Me?”》全部章節：第 301 章 - 第 310 章

My father told me, "Let's not argue. I'm not mad, I promise. I'm getting another drink. Do you want one? Last call."I was trying to hold my emotions together. I was already too drunk, but I didn't want to disappoint my father, so I told him, "Yes...Daddy, one more before I call it a night. Please."I watched as my father poured orange juice into the glasses. His glass had more juice than mine, and then I saw him top them both off with vodka. As he walked back to bed with the drinks, he told me, "We should probably crash here tonight. Neither of us is going to get sober enough to drive tonight." Then, he said with a smartass tone, "That's if you feel safe enough to sleep here with me."I reached out to grab my drink before responding, "Don't be a smartass. Of course, I feel safe with you. I've always felt safe with you, Dad. I'm already embarrassed enough, please don't make it worse."We sat in bed, sipping our drinks, and went back to reminiscing about old memories we had. Before I k

My mind was groggy, and I was confused. I had forgotten that I was dressed in comfy clothes, but the heat and alcohol had me mixed up. I told him, "Yeah, Dad. You can take them off if you want to. It's up to you.""Is that what you want me to do?" he asked me.I told him, "If you want to, you can, Dad. I'm too tired and drunk to help you. Do whatever you want to do, Daddy. It doesn't matter to me.""Ok. I'm going to take them off. You look uncomfortable," he told me. I felt him put his hands into the side of my sweatpants and slowly start to lower them. He needed me to lift my bum, so he said, "Lift up a little so I can get them down, Tara." I did as he told me. I felt him peeling my sweatpants off my body. Same as last night, I lifted my legs when he got them to my ankles. He parted and knelt between my legs like he did the night before as he told me, "Sit up so I can get your shirt off." Again, I did as I was told. It wasn't until my shirt got caught on my boobs that I realized how

I was scared out of my mind at this point. I looked up at him as his dick flinched less than an inch from my face, and said in a quivering tone, "Yes...Daddy...I did it for you."As I tuned towards my father's now exposed dick, I wrapped a hand around it. He was much thicker than anyone I had previously been with, and his length was bigger than anyone I had been with. I looked at his dick, with my hand wrapped around it, and couldn't believe I was going to do what I was about to do. I was trying to get the courage to put it my mouth, my father put his hand on the back of my head. He gripped my hair and told me, "Go ahead, it's ok. Just put it in your mouth," as he lowered my head. I opened my mouth as he slid his dick between my lips. He was in my mouth as I was still kneeling next to him.My father controlled my head movement with his right hand as I slurped up and down on his dick. He stretched his left arm until I felt his hand on my bare ass. His fingers explored until they found

I knew they liked to drink when they were on the road. I would hear them talk about how nice it was not to have nagging wives with them so they could drink the way they wanted. I grabbed my toiletry bag and headed into the bathroom to shower. The water pressure sucked, but at least the hot water didn't run out, I thought. I got out of the shower and brushed my teeth before turning around to get my clothes. Then it dawned on me. I forgot to bring clothes into the bathroom with me. Embarrassingly, I wrapped a towel around me. I slowly opened the bathroom door. They were sitting at the table right outside the door, sharing a bottle of Jack and playing cards. I peeked my head out the door and told them, "Hey, I forgot to grab my clothes from my bag. I need to come out in a towel. Don't look. OK?" I know it comes across as weird that I would walk by in a towel. At the time, I thought about how I walked around my house in a towel after showering. My father never said anything, but my mother

I replied in a whisper, "Umhm...It does."Then his hand was on my waist, right above my shorts. "Should I keep going," he asked.I turned onto my back. We could now see each other. I thought that once he could see me, he would stop. I didn't respond to his question. I just laid there looking at him while in a state of hesitation. If he was going to keep going, he was going to make that decision without input from me. I knew that i should have not underestimated a drunk, horny man, as I felt his hand slip past the elastic waistband. His finger parted my vagina lips and found my clit. His other hand lifted my shirt under the blanket, exposing my breasts. His finger was working my clit when he lowered his mouth to my nipple. I realized quickly that I had never been with an actual man before. My father was working me into a chaotic sexual state with a finger and his mouth. I had never experienced stimulation on this level. My hips were thrusting, and I was losing control of my breathing.