Sexually Frustrated Daddy in Lockdown

The night turned into day as I lay in my bed in worry. My mind was a worrying mess from thousands of scurrying thoughts and the lack of sleep. I was a goner for sure. He was probably going to kick me out and I have nowhere to go. He hates me, I just know it.

Just the thought of facing him twisted a million knots in my stomach, this was not a pretty feeling. Why did I have to be so stupid? Why did I even dare to do it?

It was time to face him. I had no idea what to say other than, “I was just trying to help”. In any case, that argument won’t help me win this argument. The thought of packing up and running away was tempting, but running away won’t absolve me of my guilt. I left my bedroom and headed towards the kitchen. Pretty sure I’d find him there.

And, I was right. He stood in front of the sink, looking outside the window and into the backyard, while sipping on his coffee. He looked handsome as always. He wore a plain black tee that hugged his torso and long pajama pants.

I didn’t know how to approach him so I just stood there for a while, in total silence. He hadn’t acknowledged my presence until I finally cleared my throat. Hearing me, his head snapped towards me, anger already forming on his face. “I’m sorry…” I croaked out. Tears welled in my eyes and I was on the verge of having a breakdown, again. “I was just trying to help you”.

He turned his body towards me slowly, ready to give the biggest lecture in his life. “You know how wrong that was? I didn’t ask for your help!” he yelled, banging his hand on the kitchen counter. I flinched and my tears finally split. I was silently crying, letting tears stream down my flushed cheeks. I kept my eyes down, not wanting to make eye contact with him.

“LOOK AT ME!” he yelled again, only this time he threw his cup near my feet. The cup shattered with a sickening crash into hundreds of pieces and the warm coffee splashing on my cold feet. I flinched yet again, crying harder than ever. I brought my hands to my face to hide the pain and fear evident, and sobbed into them.

The house became quiet, only the sound of my crying could be heard in every corner of the room. He said and did nothing for a whole minute, then he was in front of me, I could feel and smell him. He took my hands in his hands and removed them from my face then wiped my tears off gently. “I’m sorry, I just - Look, as much it was enjoyable for me, this should not happen”.

My head snapped up to meet his gaze. “You liked it? Why can’t we keep going then?! It doesn’t have to mean anything to you!”

He held my gaze for a few quiet seconds, “Liam, I just… I don’t know about this”.

“You want this, don’t you? Deep down you do. Then, just say it!”

“Liam…” he sighed.

“Daddy, just say it…”

He caved in. His shoulders sagged in defeat as he breathed out through his nose. “Yes, I want it. I want it too”.

I threw my arms around him as soon as those words left his lips. I was over the moon. He wasn’t going to kick me out! A huge weight had been lifted from my chest in an instant.

“But, I wanna start off slow. It’s gonna take time for me to get used to”, he said, grabbing onto my waist. It wasn’t anything sexual, just to hold me down.

“Anything you want, you won’t regret it”

I wanted to seal the deal so he wouldn’t back out this. I lowered myself down to my knees. I reached for his crotch and he attempted to pull away. “Liam, I ha-”

“You don’t have your class for another hour. Please” he slowly retracted his hand that he used to stop me. I pulled the band of the pants down along with his underwear until it was at his feet. His bottom half was stark naked in front me, with his glorious member pulsating to life. I grabbed it firmly and began stroking it.

“Oh fuck…” he whispered. I looked up at him to see him rub his face with both his hands in pleasure. Being on my knees for daddy was a dream come true, however, part of the dream was yet to be fulfilled. I need to feel daddy in me to consider this dream coming into fruition.

I licked the head of his cock then slapped it on my tongue. Slowly by slowly, his meat went into my mouth, and I sucked on it wholeheartedly. A full moan left daddy’s lips which caused a throaty moan from me. Hearing daddy react to me loving him was the ultimate reward. He made my heart, mind, and cock throb, and they only throbbed for him.

I bobbed my head up and down, paying attention to every inch of his dick. Then, daddy did what I never expected him to do so soon. He took off his t-shirt in one single motion, revealing his smooth caramel skin, and snaked a hand to the back of my head. He was generally pretty hairless, only being hairy at the right places; like his chest. My heart beat even faster than ever before, knowing I have daddy all to myself and I couldn’t wait to take things further with him.

He used his hand to push my head even further down his thick pole, all the way down to his pubes, then back up again. He repeated this several times. He was facefucking me and I loved it. My cock lurched at daddy’s sudden sex drive and willingness.

He slowed down so I assumed that he wanted me to continue blowing him, instead, he took his cock out of my mouth. I became a little sad as well as fearful. I thought he might not want to do this after all.

He took my hand in his and led me to the kitchen counter where he sat up and pulled me in between his knees. We made eye contact and a wave of sparks and tingles went jolting through my body. He then placed his hands on the sides of my face, which caused a shaky breath to leave my testosterone raging body, and leaned down closer to my face while pulling mine closer to his.

Our lips met, so tender and soft, yet the electrifying feeling of his lips on mine made it a hundred times better. My hand crept to his pecs and rested there, kneading and squeezing them casually. We made out for a few minutes more before he decided he wanted my mouth around his throbbing dick again.

Once again, I focused on sucking, licking, worshipping every inch of his member. His hand resumed its position at the back of my head, gripping my hairs tightly, and bobbing it on his cock. He thrusted himself deep into my mouth so I could deepthroat him. I had little to no gag reflex but daddy was no plain old dildo. He was a real man with the girthiest cock ever.

“Yeah… just like that…” he grunted. His voice had deepened even more than it was. It was gruffier and huskier now and so erotic. Hearing him speak like that drove me insane which made me work on daddy’s dick much more intensely.

He began tensing up, like last night I knew he was close to orgasm. Tensing caused his flat stomach to show an outline of his hidden abs. I quicked even more, trying to milk him and taste his juice once again. Suddenly, he pulled on my hair roughly, pulling it away from his dick and held it in place. His entire being began jerking as he came white ropes of his sweet nectar on my face, all while grunting and moaning loudly. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out to catch it as the warm liquid landed on my face.

Soon after he finished ejaculating, I sucked his softening penis some more, cleaning some spunk off him.

“I- uh… let me clean that for you” he said sheepishly. I couldn’t help but giggle at his awkwardness, like he did not just facefuck his own son. He walked to the paper towel and came back with a sheet. He put his hand at the back of my head to hold me in place while the other wiped his cum off my face.

His concentration on wiping reduced as we made eye contact. His head began to inch closer to mine and my breath left my body before my lips met. We engaged in a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing with each other. He took dominance in the kiss and I submitted to him willingly.

The kiss went from passionate to a hungry make out session, and in the middle of kisses he told me this was only the beginning and that we had so much to do. Unfortunately, our kissing had to be cut short as soon he ran off up stairs to teach his science students.