LUCY'S STORY: ROLEPLAY WITH MY DAD

So a long long long long time ago I had promised some random Anon I would try role playing with my dad. Something that I have never done before. Well, Halloween finally came and went which meant costumes were on sale and it was finally my chance to do it. He recommended I do a cowboy and Indian theme which seemed interesting, but of course I didn't really have the costume for it so I never actually attempted until now. Just a few days before Halloween I had decided it was finally time to give it a try and went shopping with my sister and brother for some costumes. Needless to say, I finally got around to purchasing the costumes and did my first "attempted" role play with my dad and brother.

It was the Friday before Halloween and everything was ready. Just two days before, I had went shopping with my siblings. More specifically; costume shopping. Although I needed a costume for the Halloween party on Monday, my real intentions was to purchase one for the purpose of role playing. I had never role played in my life before and I honestly didn't know what to do or expect. The closest I probably got to role playing was playing as Lady Macbeth in my English play. How different could it be right? The concept seemed simple enough; just pretend you're somebody else and act it out. It didn't seem that hard but I was hesitant to believe it would be that simple. Luckily though, finding the costumes I needed was a breeze although a bit pricey to be honest. I found a pretty nice looking Native American costume among the countless of other Native American costumes that were in the store. Surprisingly, there were multiple different variations to choose from. I went with the cheapest one they had to be truthful. Which still wasn't very cheap. The costume was made from a material that closely resembled leather but undeniably fake leather. I doubted they would sell me real leather for $40. Despite the price, the costume was fairly nice and simple.

It was a dark brown hide leather dress that went just to my knees with a single strap going over my right shoulder to hold the dress together. The bottom portion of the dress primarily consisted of a skirt that was cut at a slight diagonal with a bunch of tassels dangling off at the end. There wasn't much else to the dress except for a few turquoise blue diamond shape patterns outlining the neckline of the dress and the arms. Besides the dress, a braided belt with colorful blue and white feathers came included too; just to wear along with the dress. There was also some tanned leather bracelets for your wrists with more tassels dangling off and a braided blue and white head band. Overall, the costume seemed fairly simple. Sort of similar to what Pocahontas wore except much more bland and basic in my opinion. Disappointingly though, for $40 dollars no boots or shoes came included. Kind of a rip off if you asked me. Luckily though, I had some old cowboys boots at home which I intended on pairing with this dress to compensate for the lack of shoes. For a simple costume like this, it was definitely on the more expensive side but ultimately I was hoping it would all be worth it in the end. After picking out my costume, I went around and also found a cheap $7 dollar cow boy hat for my dad to wear. Frankly, I didn't think he would be willing to wear a costume. I was lucky enough if I managed to convince him to wear the hat alone. Either way, I bought the hat without consulting my dad before hand and just hoped that he would be willing to wear it. If not then there went $7 down the drain.

Now at the time I went costume shopping with my brother and sister, I really had no idea or intention that my brother would be joining me as well. If I did, I probably would have forced him to follow the same theme as me. Regardless, they each bought what they wanted and it was what it was. For my sister she bought herself a cute little Minnie mouse costume. Surprisingly she had somehow managed to convince her boyfriend to go as Mickey mouse and together they matched as a couple. It took a while for her to find it but in the end she managed to find all the components needed for the costumes. It was pretty simple in fact, more simple than mines even. All her costume really was, was a headband with black semi-circular mouse ears and a red-white polka dots bow between the ears. It came with a matching red skirt with white polka dots as well and some white gloves. Although the costume came with a red blouse, my sister had no intentions of wearing it because of its "ugly" style. Instead she opted to wear her own sleeveless black blouse in replacement. Either way I was certain it was going to look just great on her. Unlike me and my little sister however, my brother had went in the opposite direction and bought something extremely different instead. One of the things you should know is that my brother's not really the type of person who enjoyed dressing up to much. To him it was just a waste of energy and time.

Unfortunately he needed a costume to go to a party as well. Rather than buying a full set costume like us, he went and picked out a fairly creepy zombie-like clown mask. The mask was basically a clown grinning with smears of blood and ripped flesh wounds across his face. There was clumps of frayed rainbow hair sticking out at the top as well; adding to the appeal of the mask for my brother. I honestly didn't like it but that didn't stop him from buying it. He argued Halloween was a time to be 'scary not cute.' That was a valid point. Not able to argue against his logic I just let him be. In the end we each managed to get our own things and the real fun was finally going to begin. When we got home that day, I spent a few thoughtful minutes deciding on how I was going to ask my dad about this. 'Hey, dad. Are you busy this Friday? Want to wear fuck your little daughter while wearing our costumes because I want to try role playing with you' I played it out in my head. It sounded stupid asking him upfront like that but there really was no other way to ask him about it. It was hard trying to come up with the exact words to say in order to avoid sounding weird but really there was no way around it. Most of all it was going to be hard explaining why I wanted to try this all of a sudden if he asked me. Regardless my mind was set and I intended to make it happen no matter how awkward it was going to be.

Around 6PM he came home. Looking drained, I gave him some time to shower and eat before I decided to finally ask him. He was sitting at the dinner table with a cup of tea, reading the news on his iPad. I sat in the chair next to him and tried to get his attention.

'Hey dad?' I tried drawing his focus towards me.

'Hmmm?' he heard me but didn't look up from his iPad.

'Are you busy after work this Friday?' I asked him anyways.

'No I don't believe so, why?' he scrolled on his iPad. That's good then I thought to myself. The easiest part of asking was over now. Now it was time to ask the real question.

'Do you want to have sex on Friday then?' I bluntly put it. Normally when we had sex, it was usually him asking me and not the other way around. No doubt he thought something was slightly unusual. He raised a brow but didn't bat an eye towards me.

'Sure sweetie' he replied back not really interested.

'Can you also do something else for me while we have sex?' I asked him some more.

'What do you need?' I hesitated to tell him for a few seconds unsure if I should back out while I still can.

'Well, I was wondering if we could try something new?' I finally grabbed his attention. I watched as his finger turned off the iPad screen and his body shifted to face me. He had a surprised but slightly interested look on his face.

'What do you want to try exactly?' he asked me back.

'Don't laugh okay? Just listen to me first before you start laughing at me okay, dad?' I felt a bit awkward with what I was about to say. He nodded his head understandingly and quietly listened. Here goes nothing I thought to myself. 'I was wondering if we could try role-playing a bit while we're having sex on Friday' I told him forwardly. He chuckled a bit as I told him my plan. I looked up at him to see his reaction. Brows raised high and lips slightly pursed. It was hard to tell what he was thinking.

'Are you serious?' he looked at me confused by my request.

'Yeah' I shrugged.

'Why though? Did your brother put you up to this?' he thought I was joking. 'Are you pulling a joke on your dad again?' he sighed with a hint of disapproval.

'No dad. I'm serious' I shook my head adamantly. 'I'm actually wondering if you could try it with me on Friday' I assured him I wasn't joking around. 'If you don't want too its okay too' I quickly added just as his facial expression indicated he was lost.

'No, it's fine. I'll try if you want' he replied back quickly. 'It's just that you normally don't come to me that often for sex, especially "role playing" sex. What gives?' he asked me curiously.

'I just want to try. I read about it somewhere on the Internet and it sounds kind of fun' I partially lied to him.

'Uhuh' he nodded skeptically.

'If you're busy or if you don't want too it'll also be fine with me' I still gave him the option of backing out it if he wanted.

'Nope, I'll try it just for you' he shook his head reassuringly that he would be alright trying it with me. 'Friday night then?' he doubled checked with me.

'Yeah, Friday night whenever you're not busy.'

'Hmm okay then sweetie' he let out a soft unbelievable chuckle as he went back to his iPad.

That was the end of that. For the mean time anyways. I left him and headed back into my room. Surprisingly, I did not expect my dad to agree that easily. Perhaps it was so easy to convince him due to the fact that I had intentionally left out what type of role playing we were doing and neglected to tell him that he needed to wear a cowboy hat. He probably assumed it was just regular sex with a bit of acting. Maybe once he found out on Friday he would give it a second thought and change his mind.

Either way, it was done and I had successfully managed to get my dad on board for now. Now all I had to do was wait for Friday. To be honest, I should have spent those two days researching or familiarizing myself with the type of role playing we were doing. Unfortunately I did not and when Friday came, I was clueless how to even begin. I got home from school that day, feeling exhausted and tired like I usually do. I was a bit excited for Friday to come but when it actually came, most of my excitement faded away thanks to school. All I really wanted was to just pass out and sleep but a part of me felt bad for my dad if I fell asleep on him. My dad was going to be home in an hour, so I decided to use my time wisely for once and went to take a quick shower. Taking that refreshing shower was mostly what I needed to bring my energy back up. Although I still felt tired, I was fairly sure I had just enough energy for the night ahead. My dad came home shortly after. He quickly came into my room and checked up on me to see if we were still game. I was if he was. Oddly there was a huge grin on his face as if he had been looking forward to this the whole day.

'I'm still okay with it if you are' I told him.

'Tonight at nine then?'

'Okay' I nodded my head excitedly.

'Don't pass out on me now, sweetie' he laughed just as he made his way out. I tried to keep myself busy in the mean time. Homework, texting, listening to music, anything to keep myself awake. It felt like an eternity waiting for nine o'clock to come. At around six, I gave up trying to study and went downstairs to eat dinner with my sister. The house was mostly empty. Just me, my sister and my dad today. My brother was off hanging with his friends somewhere so I had no idea when he would be back home. On the other hand, my mom was still at work until eleven. It was kind of quiet in the house today to be honest. Nothing exciting was going on except for maybe tonight.

That was the only thing I looked forward too and was keeping me awake. Dinner went by quietly with my sister mostly on her phone ignoring me. By the time I finished, it was only seven. The next two hours were probably the longest hours of my life. My eyes were constantly closing and my head kept drooping every few minutes as I was on the verge of passing out. Another shower felt like a good idea. If only I had the energy to get into the bathroom though. Time seemed to go on forever. I wasn't even sure what time it was anymore until my dad showed up into my room.

'Are you sleeping?' he checked up on me.

'No' I sat up straight, stretching my limbs to stay awake.

'It's nine now' he pointed at the clock.

'Oh, it is' was all I said. He looked at me, waiting for me to say something. I looked back waiting for him to take the lead. Somehow a part of me forgetfully thought this was all his idea and not mines.

'Here or in my room?' he finally broke the silence. My sister was busy in our shared room so I didn't wanted to disturb her from whatever she was doing.

'Your room' I suggested.

'Alright' my dad walked back out of the room. Grabbing the costumes and some supplies in my drawer I followed right behind my dad as he led me into his room.

'What's that for?' he looked at the bag I was carrying.

'The costumes' I opened the bag for him to see. He took a look inside and pulled out the white cowboy hat he was going to be wearing shortly.

'For Halloween?' he tossed it back in the bag.

'No... For us, dad' I corrected him. His eyes shot up and he looked perplexed by what I had just said.

'Hold on, what do you mean?' he stopped at the door of his room.

'We're role playing dad. We have to dress up' I smiled at him guilty. He scratched his head like he was lost.

'You didn't tell me we were dressing up for this' he replied.

'We're role playing, dad. Of course we have to dress up!' I grinned as I pulled out the dress I was going to wear.

'I thought we were just going to pretend' he interjected.

'That's not any fun though' I added. He gave me this slightly annoyed glare and shrugged. I probably should have told him first I thought in my head.

'How much was it?' he opened the door to his office for me.

'Cheap' I lied, scared that he would start yelling if I told him the truth.

'Do you not want to dress up?' I started worrying that he was going to be grumpy all night about me not telling about the costumes.

'What am I wearing?' he asked me with a tint of annoyance.

'Just a hat' I promised. Originally, I intended to make him wear this nice leather jacket he had in his closet as well but from the look on his face, I didn't think it was going to happen.

'The cowboy hat?' he walked into his room.

'Yeah, just the cow boy hat I promise' I pulled it out the bag and tossed it to him.

'What are we even acting as?' he looked at the hat with an unamused look.

'Cowboys and Indians' I clarified for him.

'Let me guess. I'm the cowboy who's going to save an Indian princess from being run over by a train?' he looked at me predictably.

'Uh not really' I shook my head as I stepped into his office.

Although he called it an office, it wasn't really an office. It was just the guest room with a desk inside. Somehow, my dad had managed to take over the room and converted into a "mini" office. In one corner of the room he had his personal desk with his laptop on it and a nice white office chair behind it. He had also set up his own cabinet with personal files and documents he used for work. Perhaps his greatest modification to the guest room was the addition of a 42 inch flat screen television that he mounted right at the wall facing his desk and the queen sized bed. Whenever there was a hockey game he needed to watch or when the television in the living room was in use, this was his go-to place. For the most part, my mom didn't mind him using the guest room as his own personal office as long as he kept it clean. And he usually did; taking great care to keep it clean and ready to be used by guests if needed. Or for sex in our case.

'Are you going to tell me what we're role playing about then?' my dad went and sat on the bed.

'Give me a second' I reached into the bag to find the supply I had taken with me from my room. 'We're doing cowboys and Indians except reversed' I told him.

'Reversed?' he raised a brow, waiting for me patiently.

'I'm going to be the Indian warrior taking back my land from you' I awkwardly tried explaining to him what we were doing. To be honest, it sounded a lot better in my head than it did trying to explain it. Basically what I had in mind was a simple scenario. I was going to be the Indian warrior who had just captured my dad; a cowboy, trying to steal my land and I was going to make him pay. I knew it sounded a bit racist and ridiculous but that's what I went with.

'They're called Native Americans, not Indians. Also cowboys didn't steal the Native Americans land' my dad corrected me.

'I know, I know, I know' I rolled my eyes at my dad's correctness. Being that we were Canadians, we called them Native Americans or First Nations here but for the sake of role playing, I wanted it to feel like we were in the past again. I already knew that having my dad be a cowboy who was stealing land made zero sense but I told him to just go with it. I spent a few good minutes just standing there, explaining everything to my dad while he kept correcting me about everything I said.

'If this was real, I would have probably shot you or you would have died from polio, etc...' he went on and on about everything wrong with this scenario. Every time he corrected me, a part of me died. It was a lot more challenging than I though it would be trying to get my dad just to play along with it. By the time we finished 'clearing' things up, the scenario was tweaked slightly to fit with my dad's standards. I, the young Native American warrior had caught my dad, who is the outlaw cowboy trying to steal from my people. More specifically he stole my ancestors sacred ancient jewelry. A jewelry passed down from generations to generations. Whether or not that really happened historically, I did not care. Luckily though, I had just caught him before he was able to get away with it. Thus, it was time to make him pay for what he did. Through sex of course. Overall, not much was really changed besides what I had mentioned. As long it meant my dad was happy then it was fine by me.

'Are you sure you really want to do this, dad? If you don't I can always ask Big Bro to try with me instead' I made sure my dad was alright with everything one last time.

'Yeah it's fine, sweetie. I think I can handle a little role playing' he chuckled unsure if he really could. It was finally time to start.

'Put on the hat' I eagerly told him to put it on. He gave one last unamused shake of his head and put it on. I stared at my dad with a huge stupid smile. A part of me stood there desperately holding back my laughter while another part resisted the urge to take a picture of my dad wearing the hat and send it to my mom. Surprisingly though, he did kind of look like a cowboy. Somehow with his white cowboy hat and the big brims sticking out from both sides of his huge head, he looked like he fitted the role. Paired along with his copper red sweater and his blue jeans, he sort of looked like he could have been living in the western country side. A modern day looking cowboy I thought to myself. It didn't look great but it fitted him well at least.

'Sit on the chair' I pulled my dad's office chair to the center of the room.

'Why?' he got up and sat on it anyways. As he sat down I pulled out a golden ball of yarn from my bag. 'What is that for?' he stared at me as I came closer to him.

'To tie you up okay, dad?'

Tie me up?' he looked a bit nervous about this idea.

'I captured you, remember?' 'Do you really need to tie me up though?' he hesitated at the idea.

'It's not like I'll run away' he pointed out.

'Come on dad! It'll be fun!' I was starting to get pouty with him and his excuses. 'It won't be tight' I promised.

'Fine, okay then' he adjusted himself on his chair reluctantly. 'Just don't do anything to painful okay sweetie?' he warned as he looked at the rope in my hand.

With his arms placed on the arm rest, I started there first. I took one end of the yarn and circled it around his left arm a couple of times, wrapping his arm around the arm chair. After a few loops to secure his arm in place, I brought the yarn back behind him and around his waist, tying his torso to the chair. I did the best I could at tying him up. Criss-crossing against his chest, armpits and legs a couple of times just to fasten him in the seat. After wrapping it around his left leg, I secured the rope at his right arm and ended my bind there. It was a bit slightly disappointing using yarn to tie him up instead of an actual sturdy rope but given the situation it still worked. From afar, it didn't look like I had used enough yarn to hold him in place but I decided a bit of freedom was fine.

'Looks like you were trying to wrap me up like a Christmas present there' he joked as he tried wriggling in the chair. 'I can barely move' he wiggled just his fingers at me.

'Is it too tight?' I made sure that I wasn't hurting my dad in anyway. He shook his head, which was the only freedom of movement he had left.

'It's fine' he assured me.

'Just let me know if it's hurting' I turned around and looked into the bag I brought in. I pulled out my costume; looking at the front side of the package with what I could only presume was an actual Indian model dressed in the costume for display. Soon that was going to be me. Hopefully.

'Just let me change quickly' I ripped open the package. It had been a while since me and my dad had actually enjoyed one another physically. The excitement mixed with my nervousness were causing my fingers to tremble as I opened the package. I hope he was looking forward to this as much as I was. I finally pulled the costume out and it was time to undress. Carefully, I unbuttoned my red and black checkered plaid shirt in front of my dad; starting from the top to the bottom. The moment I undid my third button; my collar became exposed and my dad's eyes lit up instantly. His gazed followed my fingers as they slowly worked its way down. At the fifth button, my chest was wide open and my breasts were laid barren for him to see. 'Mhmmmm' he nodded at me to continue on. It was hard not to smile seeing my dad so giddy like. Slipping the last button opened, I stood there with my shirt undone.

'Are you going to take it all off or what?' he stared at my chest.

'Which one do you prefer more?' I teased my dad before slipping it off.

I could feel his eyes staring intently at me as he sat there motionless. Teasing myself a tiny bit but doing it mostly for my dad; I pinched my nipples and tugged on them slightly to show my dad how firm they were getting. A soft grunt escaped his lips as he shifted in his chair. Spending a few torturous seconds, I stood in front of my dad and fondled with my breasts just to get both of us worked up. It didn't take a genius to know he was enjoying this. Knowing my dad; if he was excited about seeing my chest then he was definitely going to be excited to see what was underneath my pants for sure. I turned my back on him, letting him get a good view of my rear as I hooked my fingers beneath the waist band of my leggings. Attempting to be a bit "seductive", I pulled off my leggings slowly all the while trying to wriggle my butt out of its tight confines.

'Gosh you're slow' my dad laughed anxiously.

'All a part of the fun' I told him.

Slowly and steadily I finally managed to squeeze my ass out of my leggings. The rest came off with ease. Continuing my trend of teasing my dad, I bended forward slightly giving him a much clearer view of what I knew he wanted to see. Reaching my hands behind my ass, I stretched my butt as wide apart as I could to give my dad a better view of the pussy he was about to fuck.

'Ohhhh come on' he laughed as he tried inching his face forward. 'This is cruel' he shook his head.

Admittedly, I was getting a huge kick out of this and a stupid grin was starting to form on my face. Taking it a step further, I splayed my pussy apart with my two fingers, showing him the lovely pink flesh he wanted so badly.

'Come on, sweetie. Let me just taste a bit of it first?' he wriggled in his chair.

I turned around and looked down at my dad who looked so helpless all tied up. It was hard not to have some pity on him. I guess there was no harm in giving him a quick taste. Moving a step closer, I stood there within arms reach of him and gently caressed his thighs. As I rubbed his thighs ever so gently, I noticed the unmissable sight of a bulge forming in my dads pants. He didn't say anything but I could tell he was dying for me to unzip his fly for him. I didn't of course; making him wait for a few more excruciating minutes. Luckily for him, I was giving him a quick taste of my pussy instead before we started. Just so it could calm his nerves. A quick warm up you could call it. Letting go of his thigh, I placed one foot on the chair and hoisted myself up on the chair with my dad. Carefully, I held onto my dads head as I stood up on the same chair my dad sat in. His face was inches away from my muff. I did my best to balance myself on the chair all the while never letting go of my dad's head in case I fell off. His face strained to get closer within contact distance but he just couldn't manage it. I could hear the loud sniff of air coming from his nostril as he inhaled the aroma.

'Just a quick taste' I warned him as I pulled his head closer into me. With perfect balance, I raised my left leg up and balanced myself on only my right leg, letting my dad dig his face right into my warm pussy. He didn't hesitate to start. The moment his face reached my crotch, he dug his nose right against my pubic region; deeply sniffing my moist pussy. I trembled slightly just from the breeze coming from his nose. His mouth opened and his tongue came out to meet my pussy lips. A bit ticklish I gave a quiet squeal as he ran his slithering tongue across my slit. He was lapping away as best as he could in his tied up state, trying to get as much of a taste as possible. Admittedly, I was enjoying this a bit more than I expected and almost forgot why I was here in the first place. He was slobbering everywhere, drool running down his chin and dripping down my leg. I could feel his tongue probing deep into me, trying to push itself further. While his tongue worked deep his lips grazed at the surface of my clit; shaking my body to the core. It was hard not get carried away. What was only suppose to be a few quick seconds turned into minutes. A part of me just simply wanted him to continue like this until I climaxed but I wasn't going to let that happen so easily.

'That's enough!' I pulled his head back and stepped down from the chair. He looked at me a bit disappointed that I didn't let it go on longer. A part of me was disappointed too. I would have liked to see where that could have gone. But there was a plan and I had to stick to it. Panting a bit I reached down between my legs just to feel how wet I was now. It was a decent amount of his saliva coating down there but also a decent amount from my own excitement.

'I'm going to get dressed for real now' I mumbled as I turned my back on him once more and opened the package.

'Okay...' he sat their impatiently waiting for me to dress.

I took the main dress piece out, flashing it in front of my dad quickly before slipping it on. The single leather strap holding the dress together hung over my left shoulder and my arms went through the sides easily followed by my legs. I did a little shake, just dangling the tassels on the skirt to show off to my dad. He smiled but I doubt he really cared much about the outfit. Putting on the dress piece was probably the hardest part of the costume. After that it was child's play. The belt, bracelet and head band all came on with ease. Overall, the costume went on nicely without much hassle. It felt slightly off wearing it without undergarments but that didn't really bothered me too much. Not that I normally wear them at home anyways.

'How do I look?' I did a little twirl to let my dad see my entire costume.

'Amazing' he eyed my entire body. I rolled my eyes, knowing my dad was just flattering me so that I could get on with it.

Taking a look for myself in the mirror, I had to be honest and say that I didn't quite look exactly like what I thought I would. To be frank, it looked underwhelming. It was what you would expect it to be. Exactly like I was wearing a fake $40 native American Halloween costume.

A part of me was hoping it would come out more "authentic" looking but I guess that was to much to ask for from a $40 costume. Besides the innate flaw in the costume, it was also partially my fault that the whole dress up didn't look exactly like I wanted to. Me being a fairly white female wearing a traditional native American outfit just didn't quite click together. It just didn't match. Regardless, it was what it was. All I really needed was to just impress my dad and that would be fine enough for me.

'The skirt is so short' he exclaimed as he tilted his head to get a better view. 'Are you actually going to wear this on Halloween?' he sounded slightly concerned.

'Don't worry dad, I'll wear leggings underneath when I actually wear this on Halloween' I tried easing his mind.

He nodded skeptically but I guess that was enough to calm his fatherly instinct a bit.

'Uhhh... So, how do we start?' I asked him bluntly as I was kind of confused on how to begin even though it was my idea.

'How about we make up names first before we even start?' he suggested. I shrugged and went along with it. 'Call me Cowboy Dad' he grinned at his cleverness. *He actually used his real name here but I'm just going to use dad instead. I let out a pity laugh and introduced myself as "The great warrior Lucy of the Home tribe."

'Great warrior? A bit much don't you think?' he questioned.

'Just go with it, dad' I rolled my eyes.

'Fine, let's get into our roles and do this' my dad sounded slightly eager to get going now.

This was where things finally started to get serious and to be honest a tiny bit embarrassing.

'Why am I here!?' my dad asked while doing his most western cowboy accent.

I wanted to try doing an accent as well but I quickly realized I didn't have a single clue what kind of accent native American females had.

'You're here because you have something that belongs to my people' I replied back using just my normal voice but in a serious tone.

'I don't know what you're talking about great warrior Lucy?' I went in close, trying to act intimidating in front of my dad.

'Liar! I know you took something that belongs to my people!' I yelled in front of his face.

A little chuckle escaped my dads mouth as he tried to keep a straight face. My face was starting to blush. I was trying so hard to control myself from laughing as well. Everything about this seemed so ridiculous. I was certain that I was going to crack any moment and break character but I did my best to compose myself.

'Don't play dumb with me filthy outlaw' I walked around the chair with hands on my hips. 'Where did you hide it!? I want it back to my people now!' I continued to threaten him.

'I don't have it' he replied back calmly.

'If you don't have it, then you must pay up with your life' I picked up a comb from the dresser and wielded it like a dagger.

'Oh come on, that's not really fair, sweetie' he strayed out of his role.

'Then tell me where's my ancestor's jewelry!' I held the comb near his throat. I watched as my dad swallowed a gulp of air nervously, pretending like his life was in danger.

'Search me, I swear I don't have it.'

'If you lie to me, I will make you pay' I threatened him seriously by digging the comb slightly into his skin.

Playing along, I searched my dad. Starting from the pockets on his sweater and eventually reaching my hands around the inside of his shirt for a bit, I found nothing. Next, I went on one knee and patted down both his legs, working my way up to his thighs again. I stopped about mid way at his thigh and looked up at my dad who looked intently back at me. He nodded for me to continue. He knew where this was going. With my right hand I reached inside to the left pocket of his jeans. I reached deep and felt around.

'Huh, what's this?' I played dumb as I grasped firmly onto something in his pocket. My dad jerked in his seat and grunted.

'It's nothing' he played it off. I tugged on it a bit harder this time.

'What is it!' I yelled at him.

'It's nothing! I don't have your ancient jewelry!' he moaned as I tugged back and forth in his pocket.

'Then what is this that you're hiding in your pants?' I pulled my hand out. I looked at the large bulge right in the middle of his crotch. With both hands I felt it around. 'What is this lump you hide underneath your pants?' I acted cluelessly.

With both hands I rubbed my dad's bulge back and forth, feeling the warm heat radiating off of it.

'It's nothing, I promise' he panted.

'You're lying!' I smacked his thigh with my left hand. With a bit of force I unzipped his fly and unbuttoned his jeans. Reaching through his fly, I once again felt this warm lump that was covered only by his underwear.

'You're telling me this is nothing?' I grabbed a hold of his cock beneath his underwear once more. 'I swear your ancestor's belongings isn't there' his head tilted back as I massaged his large bulge. 'I don't believe you!' I told him as I leaned in forward to get closer to his crotch.

With both hands, I pulled his jeans down just to his knees. Not waiting a second more I pulled down his underwear as well, releasing the behemoth that is my dad's erection. I backed off a bit as it slowly rose to life. It was only semi-erected but already it was fucking enormous. It dangled between his legs, looking fairly hard but still definitely limp.

'What is this?' I examined it carefully from afar.

'I told you I didn't have it' he laughed at my face as I stared at his cock.

I looked at him eyes wide open and surprised. Reaching for his cock carefully, I felt the weight of it in my hand. It was a hefty amount of meat that I was going to be working with for sure but I didn't mind.

'Why was this underneath your pants?' I played dumb.

'It's called a penis you foolish Indian' my dad tauntingly laughed at me. I slapped his thigh once more, this time going a bit harder.

'Ow!' my dad groaned genuinely.

'I know what a penis is, filthy outlaw' I rolled my eyes. 'Why is it so big though? I never seen one so big in my tribe before' I pulled his cock up and examined the underside. Although he didn't say it, I knew he enjoyed the flattering statement.

'If you think that's big than you haven't see anything yet' he grinned at me.

'Just tell me where my people's stuff are and I will let you go!' I offered him one last chance.

'Never' he told me boldly. I squeezed on his cock hard, getting a good reaction from my dad as his body nearly toppled over in the chair. 'Oooowwwww that hurts' he whined to me.

'Tell me or I'm going to have to force it out of you' I warned him of the dire consequences.

'I like to see you try, oh GREAT warrior Lucy' he replied sarcastically. He was going to regret that. I tugged his cock harder, this time yanking it towards me. His face said it all. There was a mix of pain and pleasure on his face as I tugged on it repeatedly.

'Aghh, that hurts...' he complained.

'Then tell me where and I will stop.' He looked at me and shook his head. 'I can take it' he laughed unsurprisingly as he adjusted himself on the chair.

'I'll just continue making you "hurt" until you give in then, filthy outlaw' I played on. This time instead of tugging forward, I grasped his cock a bit harder but gently stroked it up and down. I went painfully slow; gripping his skin tightly that the friction between our contacting skin was actually generating some warmth.

'Ohhhhh' he moaned as I tortured him with a slow and rough hand job. Each stroke that I made, I could feel the surge of blood rushing through cock; slowly bringing his cock to its fullness. It took the motion of my entire arm just to stroke the length of his cock now. Unlike my brother, my dad had a fairly straight erection. There wasn't much going on to it.

It was simply a large straight cock without any unique features. Not that it was a bad thing of course. After a few more strokes, I could tell his hard on was at its maximum potential by the way it stood up exactly perpendicular to the floor. It was like gazing at a miniature monolith. Only much more sexually appealing and fun to play with. From the head of his cock to the base, there was definitely a decent amount of length to it. Not to mention the girth as well which honestly intimidated me the most. Even with my fingers wrapped around it, I was barely able to touch my fingers tips together.

'Oh gosh' I acted like this was my first time seeing my dad's cock this big. 'Why is it so huge?' I looked at it from top to bottom like I was shocked.

'Yeah it's huge' my dad teased. 'Bet a great warrior like you can't handle something this big and dangerous' my dad taunted me on. I kept a slow steady pace on my dad's cock, listening to his insults and verbal teases as his cock trembled in my hands.

'A great warrior like me can handle anything' I tried to sound serious but nearly bursted out laughing after realizing how ridiculous that sounded.

'Can you now?' my dad beckoned me to try.

'I'm going to make you beg so hard for me to stop until I get what belongs to me back' I gave his cock one last tug.

It was time to take things up a notch. Not letting go of his cock for a single second, I went on both knees in front of my dad. With both hands now, I continued to give my dad the slowest hand job in the world. I was hoping to get him to fess up through the most tortuous tease ever. At least that was my plan anyways. My fingers twirled around his throbbing cock; feeling every pulse of blood coursing through it. I was pumping his hard-on with quite some effort due to the shear size of it, but knowing my dad it would take a lot more than that to finish him. Even so his moans were getting louder and his cock slowly began to give. I felt the first drop of his sticky precum seep between my fingers as I smeared it along his shaft.

'Are you going to tell me now?' I looked up at him. Predictably he shook his head.

'Are you scared of taking it on directly? All you've been doing is playing with it with your hands?' 'Maybe you're scared to get real dirty with an outlaws filthy cock?' he twitched his cock as he said that like it was waving at me. I wasn't scared of anything. Taking his suggestion, it was time to get dirty.

I leaned my face close into this cock, sticking my tongue out and smearing my saliva all over his shaft. I felt my dad shudder a bit as I reached the tip of his cock.

'Ohhh yeahhh' he moaned as I tried to get a decent coat on his shaft.

'That's all you got? You call yourself a warrior?' he grinned on as my slow pace was obviously driving him crazy. In response, I took my left hand and gently clutched his balls, squeezing on it very very very gently as to not hurt him to much. Turned out the soft squeeze was still to much.

'Ahhhhhhh, not so rough' he buckled a bit.

Sorry' I quickly apologized, not realizing how strong that squeeze was.

'It's fine...' he whispered quietly. 'I can take whatever you throw at me...' he got back into character. Clearly not everything. Feeling a bit bad, I decided to ease the soreness I had caused. I lifted his cock straight up, raising it slightly back towards his body. Carefully, I leaned my mouth forward and kissed the area that was sore. What was suppose to be a kiss then turned into little pecks and nipples. My dad was a bit ticklish and this was evident by the way he silently giggled under his breathe. Ignoring his ticklishness, I playfully cupped his balls in my mouth for a moment while I worked his shaft with my hands. Feeling slightly frisky, I took it another level and used my tongue to massage the underside of his sensitive carriage.

'Oh' I heard him light up as my tongue did its job. After getting a good lick all over his balls, I worked my mouth along his shaft all the way to the head of his cock again.

Despite being forty something, his sex drive was as lively as ever. I could feel the blood still pumping strong and filling the head of his cock to its fullness as my mouth was kissing it. I smeared and spat some saliva onto it, coating the tip of my dad's cock generously knowing full well that it was going to go inside of me later. After a decent amount of spitting and slathering on the apex of his cock, it was time to work the rest of it with my entire mouth. To be honest, I had only ever swallowed four different people's cocks in my entire life so far while writing this. My ex boyfriend, a friend, my brother and of course my dad. Comparably, my friend had the smallest cock I had ever swallowed in my mouth; which to be fair, was only small relative to the other people I mentioned. In comparison to the average male at his age, I was sure he was well above average. Regardless, next was my brother followed closely by my ex-boyfriend. However, my dad was on a whole other level. Out of the four people, my dad was the only person who I had a fair amount of difficulty trying to give oral to. Despite my dad being only a few inches bigger than my brother, those few inches made the difference between me being able to swallow him whole or not.

On most occasions I was usually able to take it all down but it always came at struggle. I just hoped I had it in me today to take it all inside my mouth. Giving one last spat, I stared at my dad's cock with a bit of dread and arousal.

'Try to get at least half of it in' I thought to myself as I wrapped my lips around the base of the head.

His tip was in my mouth and already it was kind of a mouthful. With one hand carefully holding onto his shaft, I worked my way down onto his cock. Opening my mouth wide and relaxing my jaw, I pushed a few more inches into my mouth. So far so good. I looked up at my dad to see how he was doing. He had his eyes shut but the smile on his face was good reassurance. With only the top portion of his cock in my mouth so far, I worked on that section first. While my hand jerked him off, my tongue worked away as best as it could; swirling and flicking his shaft as I tried to swallow some more in. Repeatedly I pulled up slightly and pushed my mouth down even harder. Each time I pushed my head down on his cock, the more and more I was trying to take into my mouth. Eventually it came to the point where I just couldn't fit anymore directly in my mouth and had take some of it down my throat. I did my best to deep throat him. Best being an understatement. Each time my head bobbed down, another few inches dug itself down my throat. It was hard to breath and I felt my eyes watering slightly as my throat clamped around my dad's enormous piece of meat.

'Gosh, you're good at this...' my dad commended me sarcastically.

I was only working with about three fourths of my dad's cock and I could tell it was going to be tough tonight to swallow the whole thing. Fortunately for my dad, he was lucky that he had a daughter who despite having a sore jaw was still willing to try it anyways for him. Against every instinct in my mind telling me not to do it, I did it anyways. I took one last deep breathe and with my mouth wide opened, I pushed my head down as far as I could go. I felt his cock push pass the entrance of my throat and painfully sliding its way further down. It was almost unbearable and it took every ounce of my will to keep my stomach content from hurdling everywhere. Even so, I still started to gag with my dad's large cock buried in my throat. I was certain that if it wasn't for the fact that my dad was tied up, he probably would have tried pushing my head down just a bit more to make me swallow the last few nanometers of his cock. Thank goodness I was in control. Leaving his meat in my mouth for a bit, I slowly began to grow accustomed to it as I nuzzled my nose against his stomach. The gagging almost stopped but randomly popped up from time to time.

Carefully, I began to contract the muscles in my throat, tightening around his cock even more.

'Yeah swallow that cock, baby' he groaned in pleasure. A lot easier said than done. It was hard trying not to vomit but years of practice certainly helped. I had barely moved my mouth from his cock since I first swallowed the entire length down my throat, but already spit and drool were pouring from my mouth. I stared at the little flow of saliva dripping all over his balls and onto the chair. If it was getting messy now, I could only imagine how messy it was going to get later. The gag reflex began to return as the seconds flew by. With one swift motion, I pulled my head back and ejected his cock from my mouth. My throat felt slightly sore just from those few seconds. With nothing to plug my mouth now, the river of saliva started pouring down my chin making a messy puddle. I catch my breathe quickly and went back down on him. This time pushing myself down in one quick motion to get his entire shaft down my throat instantly. The gagging returned as did the flow of saliva. Again I pulled out and then push back in. I deep throated my dad as best as I could. Each time I swallowed, I tried going faster and deeper than before. It wasn't a pleasant experience for me but it certainly was for him. The back of my throat was constantly being hit by his cock as I swallowed him, making it so much harder not to gag. My dad was anguishingly squirming in his chair now as I picked up my tempo dramatically. His breathing was loud enough that I could hear every rasp and wheeze he made.

'Fuck...' he constantly mumbled each time his cock pummeled the back of my throat. 'Do you like that?' I took a quick breather before I went back to swallowing him again. He did indeed. 'I'm going to cum' he started chanting quietly. 'I'm going to cum.' The moment I heard that, I pulled my tensed jaw away from his cock. He looked at me shocked and confused. 'What are you doing!?' he asked me. I grabbed his shaft and squeezed it tightly; making sure no cum would escape. 'I was so close' he pleaded as his cock throbbed in my hand. This wasn't going to end now. We weren't even close to finishing.

'Tell me where it is, cowboy!' I tortured him slightly more by tightening my squeeze.

'Uhhh...' he hesitated, realizing he had forgotten about what we were even doing. 'I'll never say. You think I can't handle this torture? You're wrong. I can take whatever you throw at me...' he looked disappointed that I didn't continue the blow job. As disappointed as he was now, I was sure he was going to love or perhaps hate this next part.

'Torture? You don't know the meaning' I laughed at him. I stood up, turning my ass around for my dad. My skirt was fairly short and just barely covering my ass. If it wasn't for the tassels it would have certainly been to revealing to wear out in public. I posed with a strong back and poised my butt out for my dad to watch as I lifted my skirt up. Lifting it all the way up, I took a step backward, getting in close enough that I felt his cock bump into my ass.

I wiggled my waist; knocking his cock around with my butt.

'I hate you' I could hear him curse quietly. After a bit of teasing, I stopped and his solid hard cock naturally found its resting place right between the cracks of my cheeks. Desperate, my dad scooted forward in his chair; struggling to try to put it in. With each attempt to put it inside me, I re-adjusted myself away from his cock. Still touching it with my butt but making sure he couldn't put it in.

'Ohhhh that's tortuous...' my dad agreed as he sat there helpless. I turned around and looked at him with my most devious grin. Things were about to get a lot worse for him. Giving him false hope, I reached a hand around and grabbed his throbbing cock, guiding it to the entrance of my warm cunt. I glided the head of his shaft back and forth; just slowly grinding it against my moist pussy lips. It was near absolute torture for him. So close yet so far. I knew he had to put it in or else it would have driven him nuts. My dad saw the opportunity and took it. He did a sudden jolt forward in the chair trying to force his way in. A bit surprised by his eagerness I reacted quickly and stopped him, holding his cock back.

'Shit...' my dad mumbled as he started struggling again.

'Too much for you cow boy?' I taunted my dad.

'I can still take it...' he said with a slight waver in his voice.

'Alright then, if you insist' I continued on with the unending torture as my ass rubbed against his cock from the tip to the base.

It was like giving a hand job, only this time I did it with my ass as his cock rested perfectly between my two round cheeks. Ironically, grinding against my dad turned out to be as much of a torture for me as it was for him. Each time his cock slipped between my plump lips, I could feel him desperately trying to push himself deeper in. Yet every time he tried to push it in I had to refrain myself from getting carried away with him. I spent a good amount of effort just teasing him with my ass to get him worked up and unintentionally an equal amount working myself up as well. His cock was no doubt feeling the ache now as I continued sliding my ass along his hard shaft. I was starting to feel something too; the undeniable burn in my pussy to have his cock put in me. While I was busy teasing him, he was busy teasing me whether he knew it or not. I knew I was giving up to easily on myself but I just couldn't take it anymore. Sooner or later I was going to give in so why not just give in now? I stopped the little "lap dance" I was giving to my dad. I pushed my back against my dad's chest instead; almost smothering his face with my back. His cock rested right in front of me, right between my legs. He saw the opportunity and took it. This time I didn't stop him. I pushed myself down a bit onto his lap, just enough that I could feel the tip of his throbbing cock pressing closely at my entrance. In the short instance it was at my entrance, I swore it felt like searing coal touching my skin.

A second later, the head of his cock was inside me; stretching me open. It all happened in a flash as I went from teasing to be fucked. He pushed up a bit more as I pushed down onto him. The tip of his cock slide in smoothly for the most part. As it traveled deeper inside me, I could feel it squirming its way up my cunt. He managed to get two or three more inches inside me before he stopped due to his constraints. I did the best that I could to finish the rest and consume every inch of my dad's cock within me. The more I pushed down, the stronger I felt his cock pulsating and tearing my cunt apart. It took a bit of effort to get it in but slowly and surely it was getting there. I let out a sharp gasp as I felt two thirds of him prodding my insides.

'Fuck...' I broke out of character as my skin started to become sweaty. I decided this was enough. For now anyways. If I had to compare my dad to brother, there was definitely no competition going on here. As much as I "enjoyed"my brother's cock, it was undeniable that my dad had him beat.

Had I done this with my brother, then there would have been no problem taking him all in at once in one go. With my dad though, it was best to take things in steps and slowly work inch by inch. With around two thirds of his cock linking us together, my goal was to eventually take the rest of it in me as well. His girth was undeniably the best part about having him inside me. My pussy was packed to the brim with his soft warm flesh and stretching apart just to accommodate him. I could feel all of my muscle being strained on inside with my pussy contracting tightly against his cock. It was honestly the perfect fit if not a bit better. While I waited a bit to adjust to the sensation of having my dad penetrate me, he was already busy at work. With whatever motion he could do, my dad was bouncing up and down in his chair, pushing and pulling his cock in and out of me. My body bounced up and down too as I was being "roughly" fucked by my dad. He was getting a real workout out from this bumpy ride. With me on his laps and him tied onto the chair, it definitely took him a lot of energy to thrust his cock upwards into me. That didn't stop him of course. Trying to help just a tiny bit, I spread my legs wide open and rested them on his knee so that he had a better opening to fuck. My hands held tightly onto his hands to make sure I wouldn't fall over as we bounced and rocked together on the chair.

'Oh fuck, it's been so long' I mumbled under my breathe. My dad murmured something in response but was to concentrated to lose focus. As I rode my dad on the chair, I did my best to contribute my fair share as well. I leaned forward a bit with an arched back and raised my ass only to forcefully slam it down and impale myself on my dad's cock again. The more and more he pushed into me the more and more I would impale myself harder on him in response. Just to keep it fair I told myself.

As we slowly and bumpily had our way, I was starting to feel my pussy getting wetter with some drippings starting to seep out. My dad didn't even seem to notice but I did.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck. Tell me where it is' I reminded myself that I was still in character.

'It's up your pussy' he joked as he pounded away. I seriously couldn't tell if that was a dad joke or not.

'You disgusting pig, my family jewel is no laughing matter... I want it back...' I gasped in between breathes.

He ignored me and carried on. Minutes went by and we didn't say a single word. The only noise in the room was our breaths and the piston in the chair straining to support our combined weight. Truthfully, it was actually a bit disappointing being fucked like this. Being that he was tied and carrying my entire weight on him didn't really gave him that much power to thrust it in me like he normally could. Sadly it felt more like a slow teasing fuck than anything. The more he penetrated, the more I was reminded about how intensely he could perform unbounded. I was aching to just untie him. I wanted him so badly to go at full strength and ravage my pussy like he always do. My dad felt it too, it didn't felt right having sex like this. The sex wasn't where it should have been. We were getting nowhere.

'Gosh this is unbearably agonizing' he uttered.

His cock was barely moving in me now but I could still feel how desperate he was trying to push it all in by the way it throbbed.

'Untie me' he asked suddenly. I turned and looked at his face. I couldn't tell whether this was my dad or the cowboy asking. 'Let me go now you filthy Indian' he saw my confusion and clarified it for me.

'Not until I get what belongs to me back' I insisted as I kept a steady pace on him. My dad stopped to a complete halt while I continued.

'Untie me this instance, I can't take this anymore' he moaned.

'Too torturous for you?' He shook his head vigorously. A grinned formed on my face as my dad played along.

'Untie me and I'll make you a deal!' he begged. 'Untie me now!' he watched helplessly as my ass bounced on his lap.

'What kind of a deal?' I slammed my ass down powerfully to show him I was still in control.

'One where you'll get your stupid stuff back' he grunted. I was confused at what my dad was trying to do. I thought for a second where he was going with this.

'Tell me first' I demanded, slowing my pace down to listen.

'How badly do you want it back?' he questioned.

'Badly enough that I'll keep you tied up forever if you keep wasting my time' I hassled him. I was only kidding of course.

'Let's talk a deal then' my dad got serious. I stopped with what I was doing. His warm cock slipped out and I was disappointingly left with an empty gap between my legs again. I got off my dad and stood in front of him again, straightening my dress a bit. He ogled me where I stood; cock still firm and erected with the past few minutes only adding to his sloppy monument.

'I got to have your pussy' he looked right between my legs. 'I can't take anymore. You have to untie me. I need to be able to fuck that pussy of yours properly right now' he begged.

'Shut it or get on with the deal' I acted annoyed. Truthfully I was a bit annoyed we stopped but also curious to see where this was all heading to.

'Alright, I'll tell you but under one condition' he grinned at me.

'What?' I had my hands to my hips.

'Untie me and let me play with that filthy body of yours' he offered. 'Let me fuck you until I'm satisfied and then I'll spill the beans.' I rolled my eyes. He was in no position to be making absurd requests. I shook my head and faked a laugh.

'Huh? Don't want it back?' 'Or maybe you're just afraid you can't handle me?' he tried heckling me. 'They call you "Great" warrior Lucy don't they?' 'Show me that you can live up to the title or are you just a fake?' he smirked at me. From the way he acted and smiled, it was hard to separate my dad from his character. Maybe he was enjoying this a bit to much.

'Can't handle me? To scared to get a good pounding, little Indian?' I took a step forward, reminding my dad which of us was the one tied up.

'I can handle it, I'm just afraid you can't' I responded back to his insults.

'Then why don't you untie me and find out?' I wasn't sure if I wanted to untie him.

I was kind of enjoying being in control over my dad for once.

'Prove to me just how great you are. How about if you make me cum first I'll tell you where I hid it BUT, if I break you first, well then we'll all know that your title is a lie.' 'So how about it? A little challenge for the oh so GREAT warrior?' he taunted.

I laughed at what my dad was trying to do. He wanted an easy way out. I could tell he was getting sick of being tied up. This challenge he proposed was his excuse to be untied so that he could finally be free from my teases. As I thought about it my dad began to make irritating chicken noises. Despite knowing it was all playful, it irked me slightly knowing if I said no he would mock me incessantly.

'Fine. I'll untie you and take you on your challenge' I made my choice prematurely without much thinking.

My dad eyes lit up like it was Christmas. My pussy was dripping and I knew it wouldn't be long before I was going to untie him and let him fuck me freely anyways. I guess it was better now than to delay it any further. Still, it didn't meant I was just going to let him get completely away with it. I was ready for this challenge. Although I didn't tell him, I was taking this as seriously as I could. I was going to make him cum before he could make me. That was my goal now. I didn't care about getting back that pretend jewelry anymore. All that mattered now was beating my dad in a completion to see who could last the longest. I was going to live up to the title.

'Time to show you just how great I am.' I bent over and undid the rope holding him down.It was a bit of a fumble as I tried to undo the knots with my dad fidgeting anxiously with each second passing by.

'Hurry' he rushed me impatiently. He could be so impatience at times.

'Typical' I muttered to myself as I went for the last knot.

The moment the last string unraveled, he immediately sprung up from the chair and unexpectedly grabbed me by my shoulders. A quick yelp escaped my mouth as he tossed me onto the bed. I fell onto my back, a bit dazed and shocked at how rough he had tossed me. I wasn't hurt but definitely surprised by him. Before I could even get up, he got on top of me. He crawled right over me, face to face; close enough that I could feel his breathe.

'Let me show you just how great I am as well' he stripped naked with one hand. I watched as he took off his jeans followed by his red sweater. He was taking them off like he was in a hurry. I knew he was desperate to get on with it but seeing him almost ripping his clothes right off slightly scared me. I looked up at my dad who was completely naked now except for his cowboy hat. Sooner or later that was probably coming off as well. His eyes were filled with lust. There was no stopping him now.

'Scared yet?' he chuckled as he leaned his face closer to mines. I was a bit unease by him but by no means scares. The only thing I was really scared of was him falling on top of me.

'Not even a bit' I laughed back as I looked between my legs to see my dad gripping his thick cock.

'Well, you will be.'

'Yeah, rig-' Just as I was about to throw an insult back at him, he put it in me. All of it.

Every inch inside me at once. There was no warning or heads up. No teasing or foreplay. He didn't bother to start off slow or anything like that. He was down to business already. My mouth was opened, ready to say a word but the next thing I knew his cock was deep inside me. It felt like the air was knocked right out of my lungs as my brain began to register what happened. I felt a sudden pain between my legs as his entire cock rested in my pussy.

'What the fuck' I silently thought to myself. I had known my dad long enough to know this wasn't normal. He always warned me beforehand when he would put it in. Even when he did, he would take it slow at first. This was unexpected and frankly slightly painful as well.

'Fuck' I cursed, unable to say anything else. I tried getting up on my elbow but my dad pushed me back down as he got on his knees. With both hands, he lifted my legs up and pulled my ass closer to him while his cock was still inside me. I felt his cock pushing against me as he drove in the very last inch.

'Ahhhhh amazing' he relished in the moment.

'No warm up first?' I looked at him confused and shocked.

'All that teasing was my warm' he grunted as he slowly pulled out, leaving a gaping void in me. I would hardly call that teasing a warm up. I gazed at my dad, a bit concerned that he was going head in so fast. Abruptly, he penetrated me again and the feeling of fullness between my legs returned.

He must have mistaken my concerned expression as a signal to go in again.

'Ahhh!' I found myself wincing. It wasn't so much the length that got me but actually his girth. My cunt wrapped around him tightly, nothing was left lose or unfitted. I felt my pussy stretching each time he thrusted in me. Forcefully stretching my tight entrance apart to get inside my wet cunt. It was on the verge of going from stretching to tearing. Not waiting a single second more, my dad began to rhythmically thrust his cock in and out of me. He lifted my skirt to my belly to get the tassels out of his way. I held onto it for him, making sure it wouldn't fall back down. The pressure I felt within me was indescribable; every single nerve inside was being stimulated as his cock pushed through.

'How do you like that?' he pounded extra hard, rocking the bed slightly.

With one hand, I found myself clinging onto the bed sheets tightly as he rammed me even harder. At this rate, it felt like I was going to lose to my dad. His pace quickened substantially as I grew wetter and wetter. I had to pick up my game if I had any chance of beating him. Slowly, I found myself gyrating my hips against my dad. In strong circular motions, I was finally beginning to take some control back. My dad looked down at me, pleased that I was doing my fair share.

'I'm starting to see why they call you great warrior now' my dad moaned as he felt my pussy straddled his cock around. Thinking that it was finally a fair match, I was starting to let myself relax a bit. My dad thought differently. He let go of my left leg and moved his hands to where we were connected together. With his thumb he parted away the puffy layer of flesh hiding away my clit. Gently he pushed against it with his coarse thumb.

'Ahh shit!' I found my legs involuntarily trembling. He rested his thumb there, barely grazing it as he continued assaulting my pussy.

'Found your weak spot' he smirked as he began rolling and pressing my clit around with his thumb. Raising my head up slightly, I watched my dad fool around between my legs. With a rough flick of his thumb, he sent me into a pleasurable jolt. A gentle cry escaped my lips and I found myself moaning again as he gave it another flick.

'Maybe I take it back. Not so great after all' he gave a second thought. Biting my lips and going against the pleasure, I pushed myself deeper into my dad. I was rocking my hips as fast as I could now.

'Cum for me. Please cum for me' I started begging. I really didn't want to lose to my dad but the way he touched my sensitive clit was sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. My breathes were becoming deeper and quicker with each second passing by. 'Ahhh fuck!' I cursed, as I bit on my swollen lips harder. With his thumb furiously rubbing against my clit and his rough cock pounding at my cunt, I had no control anymore. My mind was slowly blanking out and I was finding it harder and harder to keep up with my dad.

'Ohhh I love fucking this pussy' he groaned as he held onto me tightly. My hands were shaking now as I could barely hold onto the bed sheets.

'I can't take this anymore' I repeatedly mumbled to myself as I gasped for air. 'I can't...'

'Can't what?' he looked down at me.

'I can't...' I replied hoarsely.

'Can't what? Can't handle it? Tell me' he teased me.

'I can't...' I shook my head.

'Can't handle what? Say it' he demanded despite knowing the answer. 'Say it, say it and maybe I'll go easy on you.' I could tell he was enjoying this very much. 'Say you can't handle it' he repeated himself.

Even though none of this role play was real, I couldn't bring myself to look into my dad's eye. In a weird sense, I felt like I had actually lost to my dad. A part of me was humiliated by this fact despite knowing there was nothing wrong. Turning my head to the side and avoiding eye contact, I reluctantly admitted myself defeated.

'I... I can't handle it. It's too much for me' I could barely hear myself talk against the loud slapping of our bodies.

'I couldn't hear you. What were you saying?' my dad taunted on.

'I can't handle it!' I spoke a bit louder.

'Handle what? Tell me what you can't handle. Say it!' he pinched my already sensitive clit causing my body to shudder. Lips quivering uncontrollably, I told him what he wanted to hear.

'I... I can't h-handle y-your b-big cock' I stuttered out.

'I can't hear you?' he pushed me over the edge. I finally snapped.

'I can't take it anymore! I'm going to cum, daddy!' I complete broke out of character; forgetting that we were even role playing. There was a snicker from my dad as he soaked in those words. It was like a symphony to his ears.

'Okay. That's okay, sweetie. I still think you're a great warrior in my book' he gradually slowed down his thrusts a bit for me. My mind and breath was coming back to me again as he dropped his pace. I felt my body easing down but I was still in a very sensitive state that could be easily tipped. The slightest motion might have been enough to get me near my orgasm again. 'I'll tell you where I kept your sacred jewelry...' he came to an almost complete stop.

'Right after I finish' he quickly added.

All of a sudden I found myself being violently turned over onto my side by my dad. My dad swiftly got behind me; holding me up on my left side. Without any warning he hoisted my right leg up and began positioning his cock at my pussy. With his other arm, he reached underneath my armpit and hastily pulled down my dress, revealing my bust. With his free hand he cupped my right breast and pulled me in closer to him. It all happened in an instance. There was no time to react. One moment I was on my back getting plowed by my dad from below, now I was on my side getting penetrated from behind.

'Cowboy Dad is going to have some real fun now, okay sweetie?' he warned me.

I weakly shook my head. It's not like there was anything else I could do. His hand had me held tightly against his chest; not really giving me many options. I thought I had a moment to relax but I was wrong again. Pushing his hips up to my ass, I felt his cock slip in me again. The head pushed through with a bit of resistance as it struggled to get pass the narrow entrance. Once it was in, only a quick thrust was needed to get the rest inside me. The shaft slid in slightly easier now thanks to being well lubricated by my dripping pussy. However, I could still feel it roughly pressing against me with each push. Just as quickly as he had pushed in, he quickly pulled out again; leaving just an inch or so still inside me. With even greater strength this time he thrusted it back in, leaving it there for a second and then taking it partially out again. In a rising rhythmic pattern, he began to progressively fuck my pussy harder and faster with each thrust. Each push into me was more powerful than the last, causing me to almost fall off my side.

The only thing stopping me from falling was my dad's tight hold on me. He was playfully cupping my breast in his hand, squeezing them tightly in his palm as his fingers dug into the fatty flesh. With his cold index finger he began to flick my nipple, causing it to firm up.

'Mhmmmm' I cooed at the touch of his finger. Once it had firmed up nicely, he slowly began to pull and pinch on it. I felt him grabbing my nipple between his two fingers, giving it a rough yank. A slightly painful yet pleasurably stimulating sensation followed with each tug.

'Enjoying yourself? You like having your tit played around?' he gave it another tug, this time a bit harder.

'Ahhh... Y-yes' I moaned out as he kept a taut pull on it.

Hearing that, he pulled it just a bit harder, enough so that I was starting to worry it might actually rip. As he toyed around with my breast, I was feeling the intense pounding between my legs. His cock was going in deep and fast. Each push forward would bury his cock deep right inside me that I could feel it hitting the back of my pussy. I was being rocked uncontrollably by my dad. My legs were losing strength and my hands were trembling in pleasure. Even my ass was starting to get sore just from being slapped against his hips. Maybe it was the fact that we hadn't slept together in a while, or maybe it was the roleplaying, but this was one of the strongest pounding I had ever received from my dad. He acted more like an animal than my dad at the moment. An animal that was desperately in heat trying to satisfy its lust. I felt each penetration rippling throughout my body. A wave of pleasure and pain. Everything he did was a mix of pleasure and pain. It was starting to become harder and harder to tell whether I enjoyed the pain or the pleasure more.

'Mhmmm f-fuck' I groaned as his cock brushed past my clit. 'Dad... Y-you're a little rough today...' I moaned out.

'Want me to stop?' he asked thinking I wanted him to slow down.

'No! Just-Just keep going' I told through clenched teeth.

Despite what I said it was clear my dad still worried about me. Although he didn't slowed down for a second he tried his best to comfort me. My dad leaned his face closer to my neck, nuzzling his head against me I felt his breath tickling along my neck as I nuzzled him back with my own head. It was kind of nice to have some affection among the physical sex itself. Weirdly, I was turned on more from seeing my dad's tender side. It wasn't something I get to experience very often. Just having that extra simulation was quite enjoyable. I think my dad found it enjoyable too as his grunts grew louder and his breathe grew hotter. Just like before, my lips began to quiver and I was finding it difficult to hold in my moans. I could tell I was at my limits.

'I... I'm cumming!' I panted, expecting my dad to stop or slow down. He kept his pace not realizing how close I was. 'Fuck! Fuck me harder!' I lost control of myself. My hand reached down for my clit; furiously rubbing myself in the last few seconds I had before I would reach my climax. It was slow at first but I began to feel the pressure building up between my legs exponentially. My mind grew weaker and weaker while my body was being consumed by a rising pleasure

'Cum for me "Great" warrior...' I heard my dad mumbled as he drove his cock in.

'I'm cumming dad, I can't hold it in! I can't! I can't!' I cried as I felt his last thrust inside me. 'I'm cumming daddy!' That was the last thing I said before I broke.

I didn't care about trying to outlast my dad anymore or even about staying in character. All I cared now was reaching my orgasm. Like a volcano, everything suddenly erupted at once. My mind completely vanished; entirely consumed by the powerful sensation of my orgasm. Back arching and feet curling, I felt my pussy contracting tightly onto my dad's cock. My entire body shook to its core. Every muscle in me was trembling on its own. The ache in my cunt rose higher and higher; overwhelming all other senses. I couldn't hold back my moans any more. There was no point in even trying.

'FUCK! Mhmmmmmmm! Fuck! Ooohhh fuck me'' I was screaming out my lungs as I reached my peak.

I was moaning loud enough that my sister could probably here me. Maybe even my neighbors if they happened to be outside. As I cried out in ecstasy, I felt my dad releasing my breast and yanking on my hair instead. He pulled my head back with the hair, close enough that he could lean his face right above mines. My eyes looked up at him; completely dazed and unaware of what they were even staring at.

'Shhhhh' I heard him hush me as he looked down at my pathetic face. Even as my body went into a rampant spasm, my dad didn't stop. It felt like he was going on forever. Each thrust sending another jolt of pleasure throughout me. 'You look so adorable like this' he grunted; gazing at me as I nearly passed out.

I wanted to call him out on his lie but all that came out were my moans of pleasure. The orgasm felt like it was never going to stop. Although I wished it lasted forever, I was beginning to feel it fade away. My body felt tired but at least I was gaining control back. I was starting to feel different sensations throughout my body again. It felt as if I just had an intense two hour workout as I felt my bodily sweat sticking to my costume. Breathing was difficult too as I gasped for air.

'Dad...' I muttered out randomly, unsure of what I wanted to say. My mind wasn't fully back yet. 'Are.. Are you close yet?' I asked softly with labored breaths.

'Almost, sweetie. Almost' he picked up his pace even more than I thought possible. I winced every time he drove it in like a deep drill. That orgasm left me feeling sensitive and raw every where. Why couldn't he be more gentle? Surprisingly, I was starting to feel another orgasm build up again. Although it was barely more than a few minute before I had just finished my orgasm, I could tell another one was coming fairly soon. At the rate which my dad was going at, it was inevitable that it would happen again. My pussy was getting the pounding of a life time. It was definitely getting sore but at the same time it just felt to good to stop. To pick up the pace, I reached a hand around and found my dad's thigh. Slowly, I began caressing his rough skin; trying to loosen him so that he could finish sooner. With a gentle touch, I rubbed my hand back and forth, slowly working my way into his inner thighs. From the way he whimpered out loud, I knew he was enjoying my little massage. While my hand stroke his thigh, something unexpected happened.

The door slammed opened and I found myself staring at my brother. He stood at the door, watching me take on my dad. He was intruding on our father-daughter bonding time. My dad's head popped up and he looked at my brother confused.

'Did you just get home?' he asked him but still not stopping.

'I was home twenty minutes ago' my brother corrected him. Not surprisingly, amidst all the moaning we must have missed hearing him come in.

'Do you need something?' My dad asked as my moans echoed the room. My brother looked at me and then at my dad again. There was clearly something on his mind.

'Why are you wearing your Halloween costume?' he addressed the question to me. I was to busy panting and moaning to reply.

'We're role playing. It was her idea' my dad stepped in. My brother quietly nodded, acting like that explained everything.

'Well... I was just wondering. Heard some loud noises and just wanted to see if everything was okay' he faked an interested look around the room.

'Oh okay. We're fine. Don't worry about us, son' my dad assured him. My brother nodded and stood there watching us attentively. 'Need anything else?' my dad asked, realizing my brother was still here. He snapped out of it and looked at my dad.

'Uh no. That's everything' he mumbled; avoiding the obvious question. It didn't take a genius to know my brother wanted to join in but was to shy to ask my dad if he could. My dad caught on and asked him himself.

'Do you want to join us, son?' he asked the obvious. There was a pause as he thought about the offer.

'Uhhhh... Maybe. Only if Lucy is okay with it' he contemplated. My brother looked at me again, gazing at my face to see if I was alright with it. I didn't say a single word or even nodded but I knew that my opinion didn't matter. If my brother wanted something, then he was going to get it for sure.

'I think she wouldn't mind having an extra join in' my dad answered for me. My brother nodded, glad to hear that obviously.

'I'll pass for now though. Maybe I'll come back in a half an hour' my brother acted like he wasn't interested. I knew he would be back in a few minutes for sure.

'Alright, son. Whenever you want' my dad pushed his cock deep in my pussy one more time before my older sibling left. He closed the door behind him as he left; leaving just me and my dad again.

'Think you can handle two at once, great warrior?' my dad asked.

'Bring it' I bravely told him despite knowing it wouldn't end well for me. Once again I found myself stupidly in over my head. Thrusts after thrusts the area between my legs grew wetter as my dad pushed his cock into me repeatedly. I didn't even know if my brother would come back first or if I would reach another orgasm. However, the real question here was if my dad was even close to finishing.

'A-are you close yet?' I felt his throbbing erection inside me. Based on what I felt inside my pussy, there was no signs or indications he was close to being done.

'Almost' he assured me. 'Do you want to swallow it like usual?' he asked me.

'Whatever you want cowboy...' I mumbled as I imagined my mouth being filled with his cum.

'Really now? How about I finish in your pussy then?' he joked with me knowing full well I rarely gave him that privilege. Tonight though, I decided to give him a little surprise. Consider it as a treat for my dad.