Erotic Bliss

Chapter 5

Chrisy

"Confidence is a must

Cockiness is a plus

Edginess is a rush

Edges I like 'em rough

A man with a Midas touch

Intoxicate me

I'm a lush

Stop you're making me blush

People are looking at us

I don't think you know (Know)

I'm checking you

So hot, so hot

Wonder if you know

You're on my radar

(On my radar)

On my radar

(On my radar)

And yep, I notice you

I know it's you

Choose it, you don't wanna lose it

You're my radar

(On my radar)

On my radar

(On my radar)

And when you walk

(When you walk)

And when you talk

(When you talk)

I get the tingle

I wanna mingle

That's what I want

(That's what I want)

Hey, listen baby

Turn up the fader

Tryna to make you understand

You're on my radar

(On my radar)

On my radar

(On my radar)

On my radar

Got you on my radar

Got you on my radar

Got you on my radar"

"It's Halloween bitches!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs in my room with Daisy, my best friend. Halloween was our favorite holiday!!! All of the dressing up, horror movies and candy. It is all so good, amazing in fact. Daisy and I were dancing, swaying our bodies to Radar by Britney Spears, in our towels getting ready for the Halloween party Jake was hosting.

My father appears in the hallway, wearing white a golf shirt and black pants.

"Honey, tonight I am going out with the boys and by the time I get back, I expect you to be home." my dad says.

"What time will that be, Daddy?"

"Eleven p.m. sharp."

"Alright."

I turn around walking to my closet, looking for my bunny outfit that I bought.

"Chrisy!?" daisy calls out.

"Yeah?" I respond.

"You know you are my girl and all, but if I had one night with your dad, I would work it!"

"Daisy, that is really disgusting!" I say revoltingly.

"Honestly, like he is the perfect DILFE." she says cheerfully.

"DILFE?, What the hell is that?" confusion written across my face.

" I am saying that he is a dad, I would love to f*ck ANYDAY, EVERYDAY!" she says wiggling her eyebrows.

"That's nasty Daisy." I say, trying to end this conversation but honestly, she is right, my dad has built himself a fine body.

However, my dad did not always have a broad chest with hard muscles, a six pack and back muscles and such a drool worthy body. My justification of my detailed description of my dads body is that ever since the gym closed for reconstruction, my father has been working out at home. Anyway, back to the point, five years ago when I was in seventh grade my dad was not so buff and bulky, believe it or not he was fat, like really fat. After my dad found out that my mom was cheating on him with her co-worker, Robert, for two straight years, he divorced her and starting working out. I decided to move away with my father. Dad has only gone out on a handful of dates ever since, so really it has been just me and him.

After applying lotion on my body, I put on my lace, white underwear on, with the matching bra set. I put on my bunny Halloween costume. Daisy then puts on her Bat-woman Halloween costume. We apply little make-up on making it seem as if we don't have any make-up on. We put on our heels and walk downstairs.

It is 07:15 and the party started an hour ago. We quickly grab two muffins each and head out to the party.

We take Daisy's yellow MINI Cooper.

Once we get to the party, all we can hear is music blasting.

I step out the car, walking up the stairs. People going about doing their own thing, as in sucking each others face off. Daisy and I go to the kitchen where Lisa and Mirage normally wait for us at parties.

"Hey girls!" I greet excitedly. "Hi!" they reply with the same enthusiasm.

We stand by the counter looking around and swaying our hips to the music with drinks in our hands.

Jake tumbles into the kitchen, looks around and spots us by the counter. He walks towards us slurring his words, when he finally gets to us he takes a deep breathe in and starts talking: "Hey, girls." he says trying to appear sexy, by running his hand through his hair.

"How do you like my party Chrisy, pretty cool, right?" he continues, then tries to wink, big failure on his part.

"It's alright." I honestly respond.

"Um, okay." he responds a bit embarrassed. "We chilling at the pool, do you want to join? Or play beer pong, just whatever you want to do."

"Yeah, that would be cool." I say walking past him and to the pool.

When we get to the pool, it appears way cooler than the inside of the house. Girls half naked and drunk out of their minds. Boys just recklessly jumping into the pool and on one another. Hormones on overdrive.

Girls walking around in their wet costumes with their n*****s gunning at you. My friends and I hold hands, run towards the pool and jump in, making a splash. Not a lot of people were pleased with that, but who gives a damn. We stand in the pool, dancing and swaying our hips around. My hair stuck to my face due to its wet state, water droplets dripping off of my body exuding a s****l energy. Whilst my friends and I mind our own business, singing to the songs playing and making utter complete fools of ourselves. I feel a tingle on my back, as though my sixth sense is telling me that there are a pair of eyes on me and they do not plan on diverting their attention elsewhere. I turn around, scanning the pool site looking for this person, but to no avail, I find nothing.

I shake my head casting the thought aside, maybe it's just my brain playing games with me. Not so long after my bladder starts to pain, I contemplate for five seconds whether or not I should just relieve myself in the pool, no one would know right.

True; however, it would not be very lady like of me to do such. I walk towards the pool stairs and exit the pool and immediately I want to walk back in due to the cold air hitting the tiny water droplets on my body giving me chicken skin. I walk into the house and run to the bathroom, luckily there is no line to wait in. I barge in then try to get a hold of my zip and unzip myself all the way down but can't seem  to do it. I slightly open the door and scan the room to see who can help me. I know none of these people standing here. My eyes finally land on Jake. I call him and signal him to come to me.

"What do I owe this honor?"he states with a coy smile playing on his face.

I roll my eyes. "Can please unzip my costume, I can't get it to go all the way down." I ask, pleading with my eyes because my bladder is about to burst at any second. He then smiles salaciously with a glint in his eye.

"Are you going to help me or nor?"I ask beginning to get annoyed.

"In an exchange for a kiss, I shall." he requests.

"Okay, fine, just hurry up." I say, regretting not just taking a piss in the pool.

He unzips my costume with ease and I push him out of the bathroom so that I can escape this misery. 

As the urine slips out of me, I slouch my back, my body is finally relieved and relaxed. I do the necessary deeds and exit the bathroom. To no surprise, Jake is waiting for me against the wall next to the bathroom door.I ask him first to zip up my custom again, which he does.

Let's get this over and done with, I think to myself. I grab his hand and direct him somewhere that is more private. I enter the nearest room I can find and close the door. As I turn around, he grabs my face in both of his hands and starts to kiss me. Despite all the drinking he has been doing the entire night, his breath does not smell all that bad. I mean you can still smell the alcohol, but he tastes minty. I lean into his touch and indulge in the softness of his lips. He walks forward, slightly pushing me back until my back is against the door. He moves his right hand along my neck, against the length of my waist, then it finally lands on my ass. He squeezes my ass then pulls my lower body against his - he presses into me and slightly grinds himself against my p*ssy. I relish in the feeling of the length of his d**k pressing against my vulva. A small moan escapes my lips.

"Okay Jake, we agreed to a kiss only." I say in between my heavy breathing.

"Are you sure, you want us to stop?" he asks.

I keep quiet, knowing damn well that I don't want this to end.

He parts his lips so that his tongue can slip into mine and I gladly welcome the intrusion. He bends, his lips separating from mine. I groan out of irritation and frustration.

"What are you - oh..."my words are cut off when he picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. His hard d**k an indication of how badly he wants me. Jake then moves us from the door and lays me down on the bed with him hovering over me. I run my hands over his bare chest down to his chiseled and toned abs. As he leans down to kiss me, a piece of his hair falls down his face and for some strange reason, up until now I have not noticed how cute he is.

"You look so hot." I whisper out.

"You too babe, way hotter than Chantel." He states whilst kissing my neck. "You even taste better than her." he continues.

I press my hands against his chest, creating some distance between as rather annoyed the he continues to compare me to his ex girlfriend.

"Why are you comparing me to Chantel." I ask slightly laying up with my elbows bent.

"No, it's just that she was really good at making-out. I had a mind blowing make-out sessions with her. " He says shameless. I am utterly baffled and confused as how he thinks what he just said is fine. Especially to the girl he is currently making-out with. I push him off of me annoyed - stupid. 

"Did I say something wrong?" He asks, laying on the bed a little taken back by my reaction.

"Absolutely nothing." I respond sarcastically, and faking a smile.

I open the door and slam it  behind me. Dumbass, now I remember why I never took him seriously. The second voice in my head, then annoyingly reminds me how the same dumbass got me wet. I breath out heavily, feeling exhausted- and horny and there is nothing I can do about it.

I walk into the living room and look for the clock.

11:15p.m

"s**t, crap, s**t!" I panic. I'm late. I go back out to the pool, to go look for Daisy, since she is my ride home.

Once I spot her dancing half naked by the pool I quickly run to her and grab her arm.

"Dude, you need to give me a ride home, I'm late."

"What time is it?" she asks slurring her words. 

"It's time to go home o'clock." I respond annoyed with her drunk state.

"You're funny, Chris."

I grab her things as well as mine as fast as I can so that I am not any later than I already am. I gently put her in the back seat, then I get into the driver's seat. 

Daisy's house is literally three houses away from mine, so I park her car outside of her house and call her brother to help me get her in the house, luckily for her, her parents are not home. 

"What happened to her?" Damien asks when he sees his sister laying face down in the back seat.

"Got drunk out of her mind, you know how your sister gets at times." I respond.

Damien and I finally got Daisy to bed and it's 12:02a.m.

"I should go home." I say.

"You could always crash here." Damien suggests.

"Nah, it's alright."

"Let me walk you to your house then." he offers.

"Oh, thank you. That would be appreciated." I thank him.

After a three minute walk, we arrive at my house.

"Thanks, again." I say, facing him and giving him a hug.

He leans in for a kiss; however, I lean back to avoid contact with his lips.

Damien was clearly offended by my action because right after he just mumbled and walked away quickly as though he could not escape the situation any faster.

Feeling awkward, I slowly turn and walk up the stairs to the door. Damien is a sixteen year old kid, what did he expect.

I mindlessly open the front door, I see that the television light is still on. A clear indication that my dad is waiting for me.

I walk into the living room and what catches my eye, is something I never thought I would encounter.

My dad, sitting on his favourite one seated chair, c**k out and tub of vaseline to his right. His eyes close so he cannot even see that I can see what he is doing. Rubbing his long, medium sized d**k, up and down, twisting and turning his hand around it.

"Dad!"I  shout out in shock. I run upstairs to my room and shut the door.

That was super weird, and somewhat hot?

What is wrong with me? 

Why did I even stare at him?

I should have run out immediately, not stand and stare.

I shake my head, trying to get rid of the thought.

I struggle for a good twenty minutes trying to get my costume off, plus my dad was out of the question of asking for help.

I slip on my pink fluffy two-piece shorts with a top along with a white thong.

I get into the blankets and just stare up at the ceiling.

Not so long after, I hear my bedroom door creep open. I don't bother peeking to see who it is because it can only be my dad.

"Honey? Are you still up?" He asks his voice laced with nervousness.

"Yeah, dad. I'm up."I respond feeling awkward myself.

He sits at the edge of my bed and stays quiet for a while.

"I am so sorry about what you saw. I arrived around 11:45, so I thought you were already in bed. I am really sorry, I didn't mean for you to see that. If you need to see a psychologist about what happened then I totally understand. That site must have been very traumatizing." He rants off apologizing.

If anything, it was a mouth watering site, if I am being honest with myself, but I obviously can't tell my dad that.

"I'm okay dad. There is no need for therapy." I respond.

"Are you sure?" He reassures.

"Yeah... Dad, can I ask a weird question?" I ask curiously.

"Sure?"my dad responds hesitantly.

"When was the last time you had sex." I ask, looking down, not too sure how he will respond to my question.

" Oh, uhm mmmh, okay. It's been a while. Three years or so..." he responds.

I look up through my lashes, I was not too sure if I should make such a suggestion, but here goes nothing- why did I let Daisy's words get into my head.

"If you like, I could always help you." I say.

"Oh no, sweet cheeks, I could never ask such of you." he responds, clearly shocked by my suggestion.

I crawl over to him and say:"You didn't ask daddy, I'm offering." I kneel beside him on the bed and start to massage his shoulders.

He gently takes my hands into his and removes them from his shoulder.

"Thanks for the offer my angel, but I'll be fine." my dad says slightly grinning to himself.

"Why not? Am I not pretty enough?" I say in an attempt to guilt trip him.

"No, no you are very beautiful my angel." he reassures.

"Then why don't you want?" I ask giving him the best puppy eyes I can master.

"It's just that you're my daughter." he says in a matter of fact tone.

"So?"I respond sitting on his lap with my legs on either side of his legs looking deep in his forest green eyes.

"So it's inappropriate."he states trying to remove me from his lap, but I lock my legs behind him.

I continue and leave feather kisses on his neck. His hands rest on my waist.

"Chris, stop it." he warns.

"Or what?" I tempt him by grinding my hips into his.

A groan escapes his lips, a clear indication that he is enjoying this.

His grip on my waist tightens.

"Chris get off of me." he says through gritted teeth.

I press my lips against his, he sits still without moving his lips but not so long after he moves his lips against. The soft, lump feeling of his lips driving me insane. As I continue to grind on him, my breath increases, I take one of his right hand and place it on my left boob, he squeezes them softly.

"Oh yes, please daddy." I moan out.

"You like that?, Daddys' little naughty girl." my dad responds encouragingly.

"Yes daddy. You should punish me for being such a naughty little girl." 

I am getting wetter by the minute and my dad isn't doing anything...

As if reading my thoughts, he gets up. My hands around his neck, my legs wrapped around his waist.

He places me down and, I bring him down with me.

He snakes his hand underneath my top and squeezes my boob, he pinches my n****e in between his thumb and index finger. He circles my n*****s with his index finger.

 I take my dads shirt off and I'm  graced with the view of his bare chest, he then takes off mine and stares at my hardened n*****s.

"You look so beautiful my angel." he compliments and takes the right n****e into his mouth.

I throw my head back and moan breathlessly.  

He grabs my hands and pins them above my head then, takes the left n****e in his mouth.

Not so long after he slips my shorts and thong down my legs. My dad takes his middle finger into his mouth, making it wet, then gently slips it into my warm wet walls.

"Ohh, daddy yes!" I exclaim throwing my head back. I'm sure the neighbours can hear us.

He slides his fingers in and out of me. Increasing the speed by the second making my legs buckle. 

"Gosh, yes please. Don't stop daddy. I beg of you." I chant out.

He stops immediately, hurriedly takes off his sweatpants and places his c**k by my entrance as if he can't take anymore torture.

He runs it along the length of my c**t, making me squirm.

He pushes the head of his c**k in me, remains still for five seconds then exits. He does the same thing again, but pushing his length further deep into me and exits again.

My frustration just grows more and more.

"Daddy, stop teasing." I complain.

 "Where are your manners, sweet cheeks?" my dad teases.

"Plea..." and before I can complete my sentence, his length is balls deep in me.

His thick, long d**k spreading my walls, forcing my p***y to accommodate his c**k. I feel his  c**k pulsating in me.

He slowly exits, then plunges into me. Now and then there's this pain that heightens my pleasure.

His thrust then become slow but hard, intentional. 

"Ahhhh! You're such an amazing f*ck."I moan out.

"You're a much better f*ck, angel. Your tight little cunt is heaven to your horny, little girl f*****g dad."

Somehow, him just saying that made my p***y all the more wet.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, baby girl?" He breathes out. Both of our voices ragged and breathless from all the  vigorous exercising we have been doing.

"Please, go faster."

"Alright baby. Anything for my angel."

I didn't know, me asking him to go faster I was releasing a monster.

His thrusts immaculate, hitting all the right places again and again.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, ohh my gosh!" I tried to keep it down but couldn't help myself.

"Yes, baby girl. Let the neighbours hear how good I'm f*ckling my angel."He groans out. His thrusts showing no mercy whatsoever.

After five more thrusts he busts his seed into me. 

Both feeling breathless, we lay beside each other.

"If you think this was good, wait for round two." dad teases.

I find a smile creeping onto my face- I can't wait!