Father's Day Special

"Happy Father's day, Daddy!" You moan from on top of him, grinding your hips against his as you whisper seductively into his ear. On most days you would usually wake your father with a customary blowjob, to milk a first dose of medicine out of his morning wood, like any good daughter would these days, but since it's a holiday, you wanted to make it a bit more special today. "I made you breakfast!"

"Aw, Pumpkin, you didn't have to do that!" You father says, still trying to decide if he's still dreaming as he watches his daughter's pert tits jiggle while you bounce cheerily on top of his cock. He gazes over at the tray on his bed with a pile of slightly burned scrambled eggs and a few strips of extra crispy bacon. He frowns, remembering you to be a rather good cook, but clumsily tries to begin trying to eat on his back without withdrawing from the velvety embrace of your warm pussy.

"Allow me..." you say with a light giggle, taking the fork and beginning to feed your father his overcooked breakfast without slowing the rhythm of your hips. He makes a good show of pretending he's enjoying your cooking as he quickly chokes it down. "You don't have to worry about anything today, daddy! Pete says he'll take care of mom's medicine and took her to his friend's house, so you can stay inside me allllll day...."

"Just the two of us all day, huh?" Kevin responds dreamily, swallowing another bite of his breakfast as he imagines spending all day fucking his gorgeous daughter.

"I'll get plenty of medicine later today, so please..." You moan, arching your back and getting into it more and more yourself as you feed him the final bite of his eggs. You gaze deeply into his eyes. "Please, cum inside me, Daddy..."

This forces him over the edge immediately, nearly **** on his food as he fires off a tremendous load into your womb, causing you to collapse with orgasm as well. The two of you tremble and quake, nearly spilling his glass of orange juice as he continues to pump off his morning dose deep inside of you.

"Let me clean you off!" You exclaim with barely restrained enthusiasm, as you quickly hop off your father's cock and begin helpfully lapping up the collected juices from his shaft. He catches the orange juice before it can fall, casually drinking half of it while you carefully trace the tip of your tongue along every crevice of his balls until they're glistening clean. "You're going to be inside me all day, Daddy... so don't hold back if you need to go..." you hold the head of his cock in your mouth gingerly and look up at him with your best puppy dog eyes.

Kevin finally realizes why you've suddenly become such a doting daughter this morning as you silently plead him with your eyes. Since your father only lets you drink on special occasions, you've been desperately waiting for a special occasion to get another hit of your favorite ****. It's been months since you've been allowed to have any, especially after you couldn't convince him it was his patriotic duty to use his daughter as a urinal for Memorial day.

"Alright... Just for today..." Your father sighs, relenting to his spoiled daughter by beginning to fill your cheeks with urine without any further warning. Mostly because he really had to go anyway. You squeal with delight, savoring each delicious mouthful by letting it coat your tongue fully before greedily gulping every drop while he takes the last sip of his juice.

"*Kaff kaff* Did you... *kaff* did you put something in this?!" Kevin sputters as he swallows the last sip and notices the distinctive taste of bitter medicine undissolved at the bottom of the cold glass. His cock pops out of your mouth as his coughing fit continues, hosing your face with an uncontrolled stream of piss while you attempt to catch it again.

You nod, bouncing his shaft up and down as you drink the last of his offering once you get it under control. "Mom said I could give you something from the emergency box!"

Kevin tries to remember what all he keeps in the box of meds he hides away in case one of his girls begins to fall into a coma as he begins to panic. He watches himself become painfully erect in your mouth as it starts to take hold. "Wh-which ones did you put in it?"

"*Slurp*One of the green ones...*nguk guk*...one of the blue ones... *slerk* that weird bottle of liquid...*guk guk* and I didn't know how much of that white powder to use, so I just sprinkled it all on the eggs....*Slerk guk guk*... That's why everything got burned..." You casually tell him while beginning to happily slurp on his reinvigorated erection. You wanted to be damn sure he would want to fuck you all day long, so you basically gave him the whole emergency box in his breakfast this morning. Now that you've had some of your own favorite ****, you're excited to find out what the punishment will be.

"The... The... WHOLE bag of powder?!" Your father stammers, grabbing both sides of your head and slamming your face into his pelvis as he crams his increasingly painful erection down your throat in one thrust. Kevin can't think well enough to figure out what the effects of mixing the two different erectile dysfunction **** with zanalfil might be, but the powder is what is really scaring him. The sketchy guy who sold it to him called it the 'fentanyl of aphrodisiacs', since it's some sort of crystallized spider venom from the Amazon. Kevin was scared to even handle the stuff in the first place and you just fed him the entire baggie.

You begin a gratified moan of delight as your father begins pounding into your throat more violently with every panicked thrust, the pain to pleasure switch of the piss keeping you in perpetual bliss as he wonders how much trouble he's in, but the only thing he can think of is using your head as a sex toy.

"You...stupid...fucking...bitch!" Your father growls intensely, all pretext of paternal familiarity gone as he tries his hardest to punish you with his overstrained cock, practically trying to break your nose on purpose. You respond by masturbating furiously, leaning into his crotch with each jarring impact to help him out, lost in one perpetual orgasm.

Before long he begins to orgasm as well, not slowing his brutal pounding as he fires a massive zanalfil enhanced dose into your throat, quickly filling your sinus cavity with thick jizz and cutting off your air supply. You suddenly begin to drown in your father's cum, the lack of oxygen making your orgasm even harder as you begin to pass out.

Kevin doesn't stop for even a second as he finishes, his **** fueled erection pounding into you harder as your consciousness begins to fade out. If your father notices you slump over, he doesn't show any sign of caring, continuing to use his teenage daughter's skull to jerk several more loads into her stomach.

"Wake up, Sarah." Your father says with a hint of annoyance in his voice, standing over you in the shower so he can piss on your face to wake you up. You quickly jump up as it hits your cheek, chasing the stream back up to the source and attempting to take his cock into your mouth before any more can be wasted. You aren't sure how long you've been out, but judging from the sickening sloshing in your belly it feels like he **** fed you more than a gallon of cum while you were asleep. He clearly feels more obligated to give you medicine rather than the **** that convinced you to cause all of this trouble; barely letting you drink any of the salty liquid as he repeatedly hoses you down.

"I just got off the phone with poison control..." He starts, finally shoving his pissing cock into your gullet as he explains the situation. "They said if I can't empty my testicles every thirty minutes until the erection goes down, I could die... Would you like that?"

You shake your head somberly, apologizing with your eyes as he continues to relieve himself into your throat. You aren't aware of the hour your father spent on hold, repeatedly jerking himself off with your head as he has a panic attack, but now that he's off the phone, he just seems tired.

"Well, I guess you get your way, Pumpkin..." Your father says with a sigh. "If I'm not inside you all day, I'll actually die..."

You suddenly get excited, but sad again as you realize how depressed he sounds about it. You become determined to turn the mood around.

"Don't worry, Daddy! I'll take care of everything!" You stand up with a bounce and turn on the water. "Come on, let's take a shower! Hold still while I wash you, okay?"

Kevin stands perfectly still at your insistence, watching as you pour soap on your breasts and use them to lather every inch of your father's body, even switching to shampoo for his hair, before spending the rest of the shower scrubbing his shaft. By the time he's firing his unnaturally large load across your face his mood seems to have improved considerably. You milk the last of spurts out of him with your tits, letting the water wash his precious medicine down the drain without a care.

As the two of you finally get out he stands with his arms outstretched as you to run a towel over him, stopping when you get to his erect cock and quickly sliding it down your throat in one quick motion. He groans, relishing in the warm hug of his daughter's tight esophagus for a minute before casually getting dressed, buttoning his pants around his shaft so you can continue to blow him.

"Alright, Sweetie! There's still twenty minutes until I have to cum again... Let's go to the living room!" He exclaims, hilting himself in your throat and holding you down as he practically drags you out of the bathroom by the hair. You stumble along, trying to massage him with your tight esophagus as you follow him to the couch.

The first half hour passes fairly easily, just a regular, everyday, daddy/daughter blowjob; Served nice and slow with a normal swallow finish while your father watches his favorite shows. Technically no different than any other Sunday afternoon, but by the second hour of nonstop knob polishing it was clear a change of pace was required if you're going to continue coaxing out enough jizz to save his life.

You decide to get your father a beer from the fridge to loosen him up and spend the next hour milking your father with your tight pussy, gently bouncing on his lap as he watches television and begins to drink. You coax two loads out within the required time but you're ready to pass out from exhaustion as you sober up.

Luckily, your father helpfully reinvigorates your mood by taking a quick restroom break down your throat as he chugs another beer, inspiring you to take the next several loads up the ass without a problem as you both get more and more ****.

Twenty-five minutes into the next time period, your father begins to worry as you fail to get him off quickly enough. Kevin drunkenly takes matters into his own hands, pulling out of your rear and cramming himself down your throat to make it in time, brutally fucking his daughter's throat, ass to mouth, so he doesn't die.

"We're gonna need to do something even crazier..." Your father laments, now getting rather drunk on his fourth beer as he grinds his filthy cock on your face while you lap at his still swelling balls. He tries to think of something to turn him on enough to get off for the 12th time today. He spends the next half hour decorating your body with clothespins while he pounds into your throat, unloading into your stomach as you squeal with delight from the one attached to your clit.

Soon, he's going through the entire family sex toy box, pushing more and more dildos into your holes, roughly stretching them out to fit more inside. It takes three in the cunt and five in your ass before he unloads into your stomach with barely a minute to spare; jerking himself off by squeezing your neck from the outside while he crushes another beer.

Over the next half hour he manages to get the whole box of toys into your asshole at once, while roughly stuffing a steel toed boot halfway into your pussy. Your muffled cries of pain vibrating his shaft as you begin to sober up again stimulate him enough to orgasm one final time down your throat before he collapses in exhaustion.

"I can't.... go on..." Kevin gasps as he falls to the floor.

"We have to keep going!" You exclaim, pulling the toys out of your stretched holes and sitting on your father's cock. "You have to cum again, Daddy! Please!" You cry, stuffing your entire hand in your cunt to jerk him off while he's stuffed in your bowels, but it's no use. The half hour passes quickly as you desperately try to please him, but Kevin looks like he's on ****'s door.

"Please don't die, Daddy!" You cry, still trying to milk his cock one last time before it's too late.

"Sarah... I.... I...." He breathes barely able to speak. You lean in to listen to his final words whispered in your ear. "...I..."

"..."

"....Daddy?!" You begin to shout as he appears to stop breathing for a moment.

"I lied." Kevin states flatly. "I was never going to die. Poison control told me to drink plenty of water and it should be gone by the morning... I just wanted to teach you a lesson for drugging me."

"So you're not going to die?!" You ask, eyes welling with tears. Kevin shakes his head with a gentle smile. "Thank goodness... *sniff*... You asshole." You give him a playful punch to the chest as you hug into your father tighter.

"Sorry for tricking you, Pumpkin." Kevin says, kissing you gently on the forehead.

"Sorry for drugging you, Daddy...." You apologize meekly. "...Did you enjoy your Father's Day at least?"

"Of course! I got to spend all day with the best daughter in the world!" He exclaims, squeezing you tight. "Now then... Would you like to help me use the restroom one last time before bed?"

Your eyes light up as you dive to take your father's cock into your mouth, happily gulping his piss before the two of you quietly drift off to sleep with his stiff cock still lodged in your throat where it belongs.

Happy Father's Day, everyone!