Dad is playing with me

I couldn't sleep in my room after ordering pizza since I couldn't concentrate. After ordering pizza, I couldn’t concentrate enough to sleep in my room. We only have one TV in the house, and it’s in the living room, so I decided to go downstairs, but I still can’t concentrate. The movie isn’t interesting, and he doesn't want to talk to the girls, which upsets me. I’m annoyed because they want to fu*ck my dad, but I’m even more irritated that they don’t care that I’m annoyed. They’re my best friends, and they’re betting on who gets to suck my dad’s d**k. As if I would refer to their parents that way. I don’t do that; I’m not interested in them, but no, Matheus is different, of course. That's what they always say. What I’m saying is that they’re wh*ores, and after fuc*king all the guys in town, there aren’t any attractive ones left, so now they want to explore with older men. I don’t care about that; in fact, I was the one who said that guys are idiots who think they can just stick their d***s in us and make us have an orgasm, and they fail—they always fail. At least with me, they always fail. How is it possible that after seven guys, none of them were able to give me an orgasm? It’s just that they can’t even do it with their mouths, but I know it’s not my fault—I give myself really good orgasms with my fingers. However, it’s always good to have a c**k to play with, but I hate not feeling satisfied afterward. Ending up covered in semen from a guy who couldn’t even make you come is depressing. I feel like a prostitute who doesn’t even get paid for her services. A sperm bank. That’s why I told the girls we should try mature, experienced men who definitely know how to make a woman come. But I didn’t tell them to go after my father! Of all the men, why focus on my father? Because they're wh*ores. I grunt and start flipping through channels at random to see if anything else catches my eye, but I stop dead when I land on one that shouldn’t be unlocked. I know Matheus watches that stuff, I know he pays for those channels, but I also know he has them blocked, and they shouldn’t be unblocked right now. I immediately feel my body heat up at the sight of the woman sprawled on the sofa, receiving the man’s thrusts as he holds her firmly by the hips, driving her forcefully against his body while her breasts bounce with her lover’s vigorous movements. I turn the volume down almost to mute when the girl’s screams don’t sound fake but pleasurable. It’s not like those porn movies I watch when I masturbate; this looks real. I lick my lips, unable to tear my gaze from the TV, and without realizing it, my pajama robe is already hiked up, and I’ve pushed my thong aside to find my folds soaked. I let out a soft gasp, unable to tear my eyes away from what they’re doing and increasing the movements of my fingers as the man turns the girl around, immediately kneeling her down to guide his c**k into her mouth. The sight takes my breath away with how bright it is and how wide the girl has to open her mouth for such a c**k to fit inside. —Ah!—I gasp louder, finding the perfect rhythm of my fingers on my c******s while my other two fingers slide in and out of me divinely. This is what I mean—I can give myself all the pleasure I need. A pleasure that guys don’t give me when they roughly penetrate me and think that’s what I want. No, I don’t want you to move fast and hard if you’re not going to stimulate my c******s properly or excite my body with your kisses or hands. I don’t want you fu*cking me, thinking you’re doing a good job, when you can’t even get me wet for you, you i***t. I let out a loud groan, curling my toes as I was about to come, but everything goes to hell when I hear his voice: "Babe?" my father calls to me, coming through the kitchen door. I immediately turn off the TV and adjust my pajama robe, pretending to be looking at something on my phone. "You're still awake," he says as he enters the living room. My heart is racing a mile a minute from the fear of almost being caught m**********g, so I just nod slowly, not knowing exactly what to say. "What are you doing?" he asks, walking further inside and reaching the sofa where I am. "I'm reading," I lie, but I look at my phone and, sure enough, I'm in a reading app. "And what book are you reading?" he insists. I hate it when he tries to force a conversation out of me at all costs. He usually does it when I’m furious, and he wants to cheer me up, but right now, I must have a terrified look on my face. Because I really am. I can feel the dampness on the couch beneath me from the way my fluids were sliding out of my cu*nt. If I move, the wetness will be noticeable. I can’t let him see that. It would be very embarrassing. I know he knows I fu*ck, because I’ve never had to lie to him when a guy comes to pick me up at home, but knowing your stepdaughter has an active s*x life is one thing; seeing her masturbate is something else entirely. —Well, you know, it’s a romance — I lie. Although it’s not entirely a lie, it is romance. Just because it’s dark romance doesn’t mean anything. Matheus savors his lips, and without knowing why, I follow the path of his tongue, but I quickly regain my composure and return my gaze to his eyes. You finished quickly. "Was it easy?" I asked, wanting to change the subject. —Yeah, I thought it would give me more trouble, but it was just a small electrical short. I fixed it and came home, but it’s already late; you should get some sleep. “You have classes in a few hours,” he reminds me. I nod, but I don’t get up. I can’t get up and let him see the damp spot on the couch. I can’t. He wrinkles his face when I don’t do anything to get up. I bite my lower lip. —Go to sleep; I’ll go up to my room right away, I promise. I’ll finish this chapter and that’s it — I lie, moving my phone around to make her believe me. He sighs deeply and nods, getting up from the couch. "But just that one chapter, Diana; you have to wake up early to go to work," he warns. "Yes, Dad," I say, and close my eyes as he leans down to kiss my forehead. "See you tomorrow, my love," he says and gets up. I smiled the whole time, watching him leave. ‍​