Inception

(AKA Taylor's Work)

Panacea was a miracle worker. I never had any doubt in her ability to manipulate biology, but what she had done for my father was amazing. I heard him starting to snore behind me despite still feeling his rock hard cock resting against my bare butt. Perhaps a little tweaking here and there but overall… perfectly executed.

I had made my dad a fuck machine of my own design. There wasn’t a huge change. I actually liked the way my dad was. His personality, the way he looked. And having the sex license was enough to make him fuck me like I wanted. But I needed him to keep up with my desire for his cock. So I had Panacea boost how much semen he could produce and ejeculate. I hadn’t changed his stamina, but I did more or less cancel his refractory period. I wondered if the erection was permanent or just because he still apparently had another load ready to go. His resevoir of ejactulate would regenerate quickly too and I hoped his swelling balls wouldn’t be too much of a hinderance. Perhaps he could wear shorts if he needed to leave the house. Or maybe I didn’t need to let him leave the house and we could just fuck all day. And he could fill my cunt with his white hot cum constantly.

I closed my eyes as I felt at my pussy, pushing more of his thick jizz out. I knew he had filled me to the brim and there would be no way to **** it all out of me. Not that I wanted to. It was a small sacrifice to let any of my dad’s cum drip out of me so that I could feel it on my skin and taste it off my fingers.

It tasted amazing. I wondered if Panacea did anything to make his cum taste so good, or maybe I really was just a cumslut for my dad. I turned over on the couch, feeling his gooey deposit sloshing around inside me and more of it escaping my throbbing lips in dollops. Now I could see my sleeping father. He was so handsome… I don’t even remember when I fell in love with him. I looked down at his turgid cock, still so thick and hard and ready for me. I sat up slightly so that I could take my top off. My sports bra was sticky with sweat and I dropped it to the floor. My dad hadn’t even gotten to play with my tits yet, I realised as I grabbed myself and felt my hard nipples. I remembered how Panacea told me they would gradually grow bigger. They already felt fuller than they were this morning. I went in to hug my dad, pressing my chest into his and feeling his heartbeat while the tip of his cock brushed my pubic bone.

I kissed him, licking a bit of the drool from the corner of his mouth and loving that too. Any fluids coming out of my father seemed to be like a **** to me. I was happy to be addicted. Speaking of which, despite still feeling his sweet semen inside me, I couldn’t escape that slightly hollow feeling that was left behind where my dad’s cock should be. He should always be there, I mused. I remembered reading about how a male anglerfish would find a female and mate for life, by basically attaching himself to the larger female’s body, fusing and getting absorbed into the female until all he was were a set of gonads she would use to fertilise her eggs. Just the idea of always having my father in me, pumping load after load up my tender young twat, made me hot and flushed my cheeks. I didn’t only want his cock and balls of course… the wanted all of him. Body and soul. And I realised he pretty much was all mine. Just as he told me I was all his.

I kissed him again and he was still fast asleep. His body was heavy as I rolled him onto his back and his hard cock flopped up like a flagpole before slapping onto his stomach wetly. I felt my juices and his cum still coating his cock as I used it as a handle to pull myself up onto him.

My dad looked so satisfied and serene just laying there on the couch fast asleep, no idea that his daughter was ready to ride him. As stradled into position I didn’t care if he was awake or not for this. The idea seemed better if he wasn’t, meaning he was there just for my use. His dick was my toy. It was the purest form of me using my dad for my own sexual needs that I could think of. I was rubbing my already oozing pussy lips along his thick shaft, the motions getting him harder still. His chest continued to rise and fall slowly and I wondered if he was dreaming. I hoped he was dreaming about me. If not, I would make him.

I lifted myself over the head of his cock and teased myself with this bulbous thing like he had done to me earlier. Fuck did that drive me wild, the memory of not too long ago had me wet his cock even more. I needed his meat in me and I sunk down onto it. Oh his heat… the feeling of his already cum covered cock returning to me. As I slid all the way down, enjoying every inch that stretched me, I moaned obscenely. Nobody could hear me, perhaps he would in his dreams. I bottomed out on my father’s fat fucking cock and shuddered, practically orgasming from just settling in. It felt so wonderfully wrong to fuck my dad. With him **** now too the taboo was enhanced. For a moment I imagined waking up one night to him already buried balls deep inside me, having decided to use me while I slept. But his cock was so thick it would probably be impossible for me to not wake up first if something like that ever happened. I rode his cock then, still fantasizing about making my dad desire me so much he wouldn’t even need me to flash my sex license at him for the man to take me and ravage me.

I really was a slut for daddy… I placed my hands on his chest and watched his expression while I clenched my cunt around his cock, rocking back and forth. His eyebrows would wrinkle and the corner of his mouth would twitch, but I knew I was making my daddy feel good. I could also feel the head of his dick scooping some of his cum out of the deeper parts of me. I knew I wasn’t just leaking my grool down to his balls but his delicious cream too. I swiped my fingers down there, collecting runny dollops to bring up to my mouth. I licked it all up greedily, moaning some more, the taste so perversely decadent. I could feel the heat build in my crotch where my dad’s throbbing cock kept getting harder. I wanted to be an overachiever. I need to make my dad cum while he slept.

“Come on dad,” I gasped, feeling my own orgasm creeping up. “Cum for me again… please… cum inside your little girl… I want it so bad… I need you to fill me up… please daddy…”

I reached behind me, feeling for his balls, that big heavy sack of his filled with that lovely, hot fresh baby batter. Why did I want it so badly? I knew what the risks were… the thrill was part of it. To have him cum over and over again into my unprotected cunt was more than excitement. To risk his swimmers reaching my private sanctum.... Oh God. Imagine if he actually knocked me up. Maybe that was the image in his head right now and he wanted to make it a reality. I felt the burst of warmth within, the shuddering of his cock and the steady pulsing as I made my dad cum again.

“Fuck yes… yess… oh god fill me up….” I moaned, squeezing my tits as I clenched my hungry cunt around his spurting cock. Oh he was emptying it all inside me… his little girl. His precious daughter who loved it so. I was couldn’t ever forget just how much of a slut I was as I came again. I swore and I arched my back and I ground myself into him, wanting him to fulfill me as profoundly as possible. Please dad. Give it all to me.

A final shudder from his dick and I shivered through my spine before finally collapsing on top of him. A low groan escaped his lips and I sighed, resting my head on his warm, comforting chest, listening to his rapid heart beat slow to a normal resting heart rate. His erection wasn’t everlasting, it turns out. I must have finally tapped him dry for the day. But he wilted so slowly I almost fell asleep before my dad’s cock finally slipped out of me. I did doze off to the sensation of my dad’s warm cum dribbling past my lips, that overflow too much for my tiny twat to ever hope to contain. Panacea may have made him into my perfect sex machine, but I had become my dad’s perfect super slut.