Drunk and giving it to Daddy

Hey, sweethearts. How are you?
I'm going to tell you another transaction that had with my father, in which I had drunk a lot but remember well... i mean, I have some "blackouts" but it was things he told me rs
Well, I was spending a few days at his place and had one of my girlfriends' 18th birthdays so I told him that he would be home late and it didn't seem like a big deal since she lived right next door to him.
I wasn't planning on leaving the bridal shower to get laid, but if it did happen...
As I've told you here before, my father and I had a fling so we started seeing each other in more intimate moments like naked.
"You look excited", he said.
"Of course, we used to make fun of her. Now that she's turning 18, our little girl won't be such a bitch anymore".
"Hum... and your haircut, smoothie". He spoke looking at my bouquet.
"Well, no hygiene... it's good to let the bitch breathe too.
"Maybe?" he asked, then laughed a little.
"I don't know how the party can end, but I doubt if I want to leave with anyone".
"All right, you're an adult now". He answered.
I kept taking a bath and he was looking at me.
"What? You want to take a bath with me? Take advantage of the fact that I just started". He said, giving two taps in his pocket.
"You said you weren't gonna send her to work today, right?" He laughed.
I said, winking and placing a finger on the entrance of my pursued one.
He came out of the bathroom and I finished my shower.
I dried myself off and went to my room, picked up some clothes for a wave with him. I put on an undershirt instead of panties.
"What did you think of my outfit?" I asked, taking a walk.
"Wonderful, as always", he said.
"Eat it". I laughed, he understood.
"Funny little whistle". He said laughing.
I got down on all fours, and he noticed that my underwear was off.
"What about the panties?" he asked.
"Oh, that heat. The little critter would suffocate".
"Micro out and no panties? Are you crazy?" he asked.
"Relax, bozo. I'm fucking with you". So I said and went to put on my panties.
I came back and got four feet in front of him again.
"See, the same color of skirt to give a cover". I said.
"I know you, Carly. I know you". He said as he slapped me on the ass.
I laughed, went to the party.
I got home, it was the wee hours of the morning and I'd been drunk. Not so much that I would fall over or not remember things but...
My father was still awake, watching television.
"I thought you'd be late". He spoke.
"It's late already, Dad... it's very late"... I said.
"Snowflake". He said, standing up.
"I pulled who, didn't I?" he said, putting his hands around her waist.
He turned off the TV.
"Are you going to sleep?" I asked, passing him by.
"Will you?" he asked me, at the time I was puzzled by the question.
"Oh... I think so". I said, going straight to the bathroom.
I took off my clothes and poured some water on him to keep warm, he stood in the doorway looking at me.
"Come dad, come here... or I'll put on a little show for you".
I'd stand up for four minutes and he would smack me on my ass, then lean against the wall... lift one of his legs and start hitting my toilet bowl.
"Hold on to my waist and make me your little whore again"... I said, he kept looking.
I don't remember then, he told me that I felt dizzy, lowered the lid of the vase and sat down. I stood there for a while and he came to me, took his stick out and threw it in my face. He said that I was leaning against the wall looking at his cock, started laughing and said "you foolish one, your penis is growing? Yeah, it wasn't going to end well.
He took off his roll and he just stared at me, said that I found him asking for more because it looked nice.
I recovered and remember sitting on the pot with him standing in front of me moving away from me, rolling hard at me.
"I think I erased it with the taste of paint in my mouth".
"Yeah, you were enjoying it". He said, looking at me.
"Ah... then"... I spoke, closing my eyes and opening my mouth, sticking out my tongue.
I felt him take hold of my head and put his stick into my mouth slowly, then he took it out again very slowly. He kept doing this until I started drooling and dripping. Then he stopped, dropped the saliva on my buttocks...
I said, closing my eyes and opening my mouth again.
He repeated, only this time a little faster and even a bit rough.
I'll get drunk more often to do it". And then after that, I don't remember anything until a certain point.
He told me that he took me to my room, left me lying on the bed with his legs open and sucked both my pussy as well as my ass.
I remember when I was lying in his bed with my legs open and he's riding on me, put it into my pocket...
"Oh... oh, my father"... I groaned with an absurd desire.
"Daddy's gonna take care of you... bitch whine, moan"... he said, tapping hard on my thigh.
"Judy that little whore... this... ah... jewish daddy... oh, it's on fire. I just wanted to fuck until I fainted".
He continued to drill without mercy.
After that, I remember only a few details: he grabbed my breasts and patted me lightly on the face. He put his finger in my mouth and I sucked him off. And then he told me how every time I tried to do it again I kept moaning and begging for more. Then he hit my thighs so hard they turned red.
When I "came back", he was already shoving hard into my ass, I had a small pillow that I have stuck in my mouth and holding tightly the sheet ... there were tears flowing (it's no secret that once I could not stand anal).
He put it in my pocket and dropped the fucking thing there.
He took the pillow out of my mouth with a roll still inside me.
"Sleep with me tonight, tomorrow Daddy will clean up here". He said, holding my waist and looking at me.
"Ta"... I said, my voice a little trembling and with the look of crying... And my ass hurting.
He took me to the bathroom so I could wash myself.
We were sleeping.
The next morning I woke up after him, noticed that I had no clothes and remembered that in the early hours of last night he made me a whore and deposit fuck, breathing relieved (because it was him).
I came out of the room and saw that he was drinking coffee.
"Good morning, firecracker", he said.
"Good morning, man who makes the whore and deposit fucking". I replied with a fuckin' headache.
"As if you don't like it". He replied.
"Buy one for my pain in the ass too, next time I take it".
"I'll think about it". He replied.
I took my medicine and sat in the chair.
"There's something I don't remember about yesterday"...
That is when he told me the parts I mentioned above.
"I drooled on your dick... cried my ass off, made fun of you in the sauna"... I said with a laugh.
"Yeah, with a daughter like that who needs to look for whores or get married again?" He laughed.
"Well, I'm going to write a book and put the name of 'the days when I stopped being daughter and became whore', it will be cool" I answered laughing.
"But what about you? I mean, do you expect any of these fucks from us?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm always looking forward to our next transaction".
"Good to know". He spoke.
"Dad, we're going to turn our pastimes around and sit on the porch? We'll have sex. Did you get a hard-on?
That's it, sweethearts. I hope you like that.
When I was younger, my dad used to tease me a lot.
Kisses to you.
A random photo of my bouquet after I've been teased so as not to run out of photos