My daughter decided to come for a week’s vacation. I’m divorced from her mother, so it’s just the two of us. Last night, she went out with her friends to explore the city. I invited an old buddy, Tom, over for a few drinks to catch up. We had been drinking for a while when Tom, feeling a bit rowdy, decided to put on a porn channel on the TV. We both laughed it off and started watching, more amused than anything else.
As the night wore on, the alcohol started to take its toll. We were both pretty drunk, slurring our words and laughing loudly at the absurdity of it all. Suddenly, the front door swung open, and in walked my daughter, Emily. She had just returned from her night out.
Emily’s eyes widened when she saw the TV screen, but she quickly recovered and started laughing. “Dad, really?” she chuckled, shaking her head. Her eyes darted from the TV to me, and I noticed her gaze lingering on my crotch. I shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore it.
Tom, always the life of the party, stood up and stumbled over to Emily. “Hey there, gorgeous,” he slurred, pulling her into a tight hug. Before I could react, he leaned in and kissed her, his hands roaming over her body. Emily seemed taken aback but didn’t pull away immediately. Tom’s hands gripped her ass firmly, and I noticed that she seemed to like it.
The room fell into an awkward silence as everyone processed what had just happened. Emily finally pushed Tom away, her face flushed. “What the hell?” she exclaimed, looking at me for support. I was at a loss for words, still trying to wrap my head around the surreal situation.
Tom, emboldened by the alcohol, started to unbuckle his belt. “Come on, Emily, don’t be shy,” he urged, pulling her closer. Emily resisted, but Tom was stronger. He pushed her down onto the couch and started to undress her.
I stood there, frozen, as Tom mounted Emily and started to thrust into her. Emily’s moans filled the room, a mix of pleasure and protest. Tom’s grunts and the slap of skin on skin were the only sounds breaking the tense silence.
Suddenly, Tom pulled out and stood up, his cock glistening. He turned to me with a wicked grin. “Your turn, buddy,” he said, pushing me towards Emily. I hesitated, but the alcohol and the surreality of the moment took over. I positioned myself over Emily and thrust into her, feeling her tight and wet.
Emily’s eyes met mine, a mix of confusion and desire in her gaze. I moved faster, my body taking over. Tom stood beside us, stroking himself, his eyes fixed on my daughter’s face. Then I stood up, grabbed my daughter by the hair, and Tom came closer. We both spurted ropes of cum onto Emily’s face. She lay there, covered in our combined release, her chest heaving with each breath.
