Mistaken at the Masquerade (Oops! I Fucked My Daddy! 3)

I had always had a crush on my stepfather, but knew that it would be impossible for there to ever be something between us. After all, not only was he my stepfather, he was a professor at the university I attended! Nevertheless, when I met a man at the Masquerade Ball that reminded me of him, I decided that I was going to get him in the sack and live out my fantasies. After all, my stepfather was out of town this weekend. He couldn’t possibly be here… Could he?

Warning: This 4600-word story contains graphic depictions of a taboo sexual encounter of mistaken identity.

Excerpt:

“Mmm… No underwear?” he said, and I shook my head. He chuckled, and lifted up the front of my skirt. I felt his hot breath on between my thighs, his cheeks pressing against my skin, and cried out as he began gently teasing me with his tongue. I wrapped my legs around his back and dug my hands into his blonde hair, pushing his face into me as he began nibbling on my soft clit with his lips. I thought of my stepdaddy, and told myself that it was him down there, eating out his dirty little girl.

“Can I call you Daddy?” I said, and I could hear my voice full of want and need. “I need to get fucked by my daddy.” It would be all too easy for me to close my eyes and revel in the fantasy. I wanted to abandon all pretense with Alan, and believe that I was fucking my Daddy for real.

He looked up at me, blue eyes glittering from behind his mask. “Of course, baby,” he said. “Good little girls get fucked by their daddies.” I moaned as he continued to eat me out, and ground my hips up against his face. “Oh, Daddy…” I groaned. “Oh, that feels so good, Daddy… I want to suck your cock, Daddy.”

He got up off the bed and took the rest of his clothes off. I feasted my eyes on the shape of his muscular body, silhouetted in the light from the window. I wanted to touch every inch of that skin, feel him on me, feel him in me.

I lay back on the bed as he climbed atop me, dangling his cock tantalizingly above me. He was deliberately keeping his cock away from my wanting lips as he worked his kisses down towards my sex. I craned my head upwards, futilely trying to wrap my lips around his thick shaft, glistening above me and dripping wet. When his lips finally came to the heated mound between my legs, he lifted his leg over my head and brought his cock to my lips as he teased his lips and tongue around my pussy.

I brought my head up to take his length into my mouth. He started to move his hips towards my face and I held my head still as his cock slid between my lips. His tongue worked my pussy and when he found my nub with his tongue, I pushed eagerly into his face. He moaned hard into my cunt, and his excited gasps belied his excitement.

Daddy was grunting softly as he worked his cock just to the point where I was starting to gag, and then moved back, fucking my mouth like he was on fire himself. I closed my eyes and let him fuck my face, relaxing myself as much as possible, savoring the sensation of him sliding in and out of my greedy, slurping mouth.

Soon, my pussy was burning with desire for his cock. I gripped his prick with one hand, and drew him out of my mouth. “Daddy, I want you to fuck me,” I said, slowly jerking him off. His cock was thick and throbbing in my hand, covered in my saliva and his precum. As much as I loved sucking him off, I wanted him… Needed him to fuck me.