Using Sophie

by R_d_G

Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft, NonConsensual, Rape, Drunk/Drugged, Heterosexual, Incest, Father, Daughter, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Cream Pie, Big Breasts, .

Desc: Fantasy Sex Story: A lonely divorced father has not seen his fifteen years old daughter Sophie in a long time. He gets a call from the girl’s friends, asking him to pick up Sophie; she is heavily drunk. The man brings home his unconscious daughter and discovers new feelings for his sexy daughter along with a whole new side to his personality.



It was a hot and wet summer night here in eastern part of the country. My aging body is giving me a hard time trying to sleep by these weather conditions. I looked at my clock every fifteen minutes and the cheap digital screen displayed 2:23 when my cell phone rang. I took a while before finally stretching down and reaching for the phone. When I flipped it open, I could hear a nervous young girl's voice;

"Hello? Mister Gill? It's Mary ... I'm with your daughter Sophie ... Hem ... She has had quite a lot of drinks tonight and she's not feeling good. She asked us to call you to pick her up, 'cause she didn't feel comfortable telling her mom about it. Could you please pick her up?"

I haven't been very present in my fifteen years old daughter's life recently, and I was slightly in shock thinking she was that drunk; in my mind she was still a kid. But on the other hand, I was pleased to notice she still had this confidence in me; something she never had with her mother.

Jumping in my old jogging pants and t-shirt, I fired my oil-smelling '78 Camaro and headed downtown. I had to drive 20 miles to get there. That gave me plenty of time to think about my little girl and worry. But then I remembered that she was growing up fast; I guess she was just learning about life.

So there I was, standing in front of this gorgeous house my daughter was at. Damn it looked so much better than my old cardboard-box-looking house. I almost felt ashamed when I rang the bell. It took only a second before a young girl - which was wearing way too much makeup — opened the door for me.

"Oh, come in Mr. Gill. Sophie is right here." She said as she pointed backwards with her thumb.

I could see my daughter over this girl's shoulder and you could tell she was wasted; she had her arm wrapped around her friend's shoulder because she couldn't walk by herself. I felt somehow irresponsible when I drop a short laugh at her; thinking she was learning the hard way. I helped Sophie to sit in the car, fastened her seatbelt and then took place in the driver seat myself. I've got to say I wasn't used to see my daughter in this physical state, but neither was I used to see her in such an outfit. Seeing her on the street, anyone could have thought she was a hooker; she had those shiny high heel shoes, heavy makeup, a tiny stretch-fitted mini-skirt that showed the lower curve of her butt cheeks and a tight top that revealed a deep and generous cleavage. It has been quite a while since I had seen Sophie; I never saw those huge breasts of hers. Without being overweight, she always has had more flesh than some of her little friends ... But right now, seeing the curves of her lovely round butt and her full chest, I realised this flesh was just perfectly distributed along the last years.

I noticed she felt asleep on our way back home, and I had a hard time keeping my eyes on the road; every bump made her big tits bounce in such an erotic manner. Things got a little more complicated when we arrived home. When I opened the door on her side, there was no waking her up. No matter what I did, whether I was talking to her, pinching her arms, etc. She was just not responding. I had to lift her completely; not that she was heavy at all ... with her 5'5" height, she must have weighted about 120 pounds maximum. I carried her limp body inside like I used to do when she was a baby ... when her mother and I were still living together. Though, this time, there were some major differences. As I was holding her, her already very short skirt began to lift up more and more and my hands were holding on her fantastic ass. I surprised myself peeking around with my fingers until I found her thong. I shivered from my head ... to my cock ... when I felt the tiny piece of fabric that was placed between her cheeks. At the same time, I had her large breasts mashed against my chest while her head rested on my shoulder.

I walked in my house and closed the door behind me by giving it a push with my foot. I walked to the living room and sat on the couch, deposing my daughter on my lap. I remained still for long minutes, admiring her figure. The more I looked at her, the faster my heart beat; she was such a beauty. I kissed her forehead and could smell her sweet perfume on her hair; it has been so long since I've been this close to a female.

After a moment, my eyes went down on her and stopped at her cleavage. Her breasts were just under my face's height and very close to me. I couldn't help it, I quickly got very aroused. Very slowly and carefully, I brought my hand to her chest and pressed it against one of her full round tits. A drop of sweat ran down along my cheek as I watched her face nervously. But there was no reaction. I massaged her breast more and more vigorously and finally with both hands; but she didn't even blink.

I was so hard, the tip of my dick was poking out of the top of my pants, and I couldn't help to rub it slightly against her barely covered lovely ass. Then, I began unbutton her top; one button at a time, I revealed more flesh of her perfect tits until only her black lace bra remained. She was quite a sight, her large chest topping her flat belly really made her look like a work of art. Being curious, I took a look at the tag on her bra to discover it was a 34D size.

I felt like a kid at Christmas when I unclipped her bra and slowly took it off her. Her young boobs were perfect, rounded and firm; they stood high as if they were proud of themselves. Her pink nipples were about the size of a quarter and seemed to call to be sucked on ... So that's what I did; I brought my face down and cupped her left tit to bring it to my mouth, I sucked on her nipple and bit it gently. I then did the same on her right breast; her nipples were nice and hard now.

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