Drinks

I wrapped my coat around me tightly, and blew my warm breath into the palms of my hands before rubbing them together. December was brutal this year. The cold, misty air bit at my pale face. Little streams of tears cascaded down my cheeks as the harsh wind blew against me.

I took cautious steps, almost as if I were too afraid to touch the pavement beneath me. My toes were numb so every step pained me. My body longed for some cosy warmth, but I was still a few minutes away from the bar. I toppled over slightly as the wind continued to batter me. I sighed heavily, and watched as my breath mingled in the air.

The atmosphere was light and mellow. Soft jazz music played in the background as I sat on a barstool, sipping on a tall margarita. I closed my eyes and let the sensual music flow through my body. I flinched at the feel of someone’s touch. I spun around on the barstool and instantly smiled.

“Nice to see you’ve started without me,” he said.

I stood up and embraced him. “I’m sorry Dad, I couldn’t help myself.”

“It’s fine, I just hope that you’ve got room for more. We’ve got a long night ahead.” He nudged me.

It had been my eighteenth birthday a few days ago, so my father had flown in from a business trip to take me out for drinks.

He soon sat down on a barstool beside me and placed an order. He took off his overcoat and loosened his tie before looking at me.

“I can’t believe you’re already eighteen, Emily,” He said softly. “I just wish I was here more to see you grow up.”

I took hold of his hand and looked deeply into his eyes. “Let’s not talk about that okay? I want us to enjoy tonight and forget about everything else.” I smiled warmly.

My father brought my hand up to his lips and kissed it gently. “That’s my girl.”

His order of a Manhattan shortly arrived. He picked up his drink, and clinked his glass against mine. 

“Happy belated birthday, sweetie.”

A few cocktails later and I was already feeling tipsy. My father, however, was still going strong. He joked about how I drank like my mother. But I was determined to prove him wrong by ordering myself some double shots. My father’s hand hovered over the vodka filled glasses. I lightly tapped his hand and swatted it away.

“Not so fast. These are mine,” I teased.

He seemed to take that as some sort of challenge, and ordered himself the same. I reached out to pick up a shot but stopped when my father took hold of my wrist.

“Not so fast,” he mimicked. “How about we spruce things up a little a play Flip and Sip?”

I pulled a puzzled face. “Never heard of it.”

“It’s pretty simple, doll face.” He took out a penny from his pocket. “I’ll flip the coin in the air and you call heads or tails. If you get it right, you get the penny and I take a shot. But if you don’t, you take a shot. Got it?”

“Got it.” I shuffled my barstool a bit closer to him.

I attentively watched as he flipped the brown coin into the air and I called tails.

Heads.

I was desperate for a drink, so I was glad I got to take a shot. I quickly picked it up and downed it within seconds.

“Piece of cake.” I flicked my hair.

“I’d like to hear you say that later.” He laughed.

Six flips later and five shots had gone to me. By this time my head was spinning.

My father flipped the coin again. I called tails, and not to my surprise it landed on heads.

I picked up another shot and brought it to my lips. The strong smell of the vodka made my nose itch. I took in a deep breath before quickly knocking it back. I pursed my lips and closed my eyes as it burned down my throat. I put my hands in the air and shook my head.

“I give up,” I slurred.

“Not so strong as you thought huh?” my father mocked.

As I brought my hands back down to my sides, I somehow managed to lose my balance on the stool. Luckily my father quickly got up in time to catch me.

“On that note, I think it’s time we leave.”

“No, no let’s have one more drink…” I tried to cling onto the bar but he pulled me away.

“Em, we’re leaving.”

…

I woke up to find myself sprawled out on the sofa in my flat. I sat up too quickly, causing my head to spin.

“Dad?” I called out as I clutched my head.

A few moments later he appeared with a glass of water. He sat down beside me and handed the glass to me. I immediately gulped it down.

“How are you feeling?” He put one arm over my shoulders.

“Terrible,” I mumbled.

“Remind me to never take you out again.” He chuckled.

“Was I that bad?” I asked.

He nodded his head. “You were jumping on the tables, kicking chairs over, screaming at the bartender…”

My mouth dropped in shock.

“I’m just kidding, Em!”

I slapped his arm. Soon I found myself slowly sinking into his lap. I was absolutely knackered.

“Looks like somebody needs some sleep.” My father stood up off of the sofa, before picking me up and carrying me over his shoulder.

…

I was now in bed, with him laying beside me stroking my hair. His hand was slightly shaking.

“Ah, those drinks are really kicking in now.” He laughed.

He rolled over so that he was laying on his back. I moved closer to him and placed my head and hand on his chest.

“Thank you for this evening. I haven’t had that much fun in a while,” I said.

“Well I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

I felt his fingers running up and down my back, causing me to shiver. It felt nice to be this close to him again. It had been an awful while since we last snuggled. It made me glad to know that even as I grew older, I was still able to connect with him like this.

We laid there for what felt like ages, just rambling on about pointless things with our drunken selves. My father laid on his side again so that we were face to face. He leaned forward and kissed my forehead. Something about that kiss felt different. The way he allowed his lips to linger on my forehead, and the way it made my heart flutter wasn’t right. 

“I’ve missed seeing this beautiful face,” he said soothingly.

I placed my hand on his cheek. “And I’ve missed yours.” I smiled.

We moved closer to each other, and now our bodies were tightly pressed against each other. My father kissed me again, but this time on my nose. At that moment a sudden urge to have him washed over me. I tried to shake my intoxicated mind off of it, but it stayed put. Every stroke, touch and kiss was only making a warm sensation build up inside me.

Before I knew it our lips conjoined and my father slowly climbed on top of me. The feel of his erection rubbing against my inner thighs caused me to gasp a little. He took this opportunity to push his tongue into my mouth. I closed my eyes as our tongues intertwined, viciously pushing and pulling each other.

We both suddenly stopped and stared at each other. Almost as if we were trying to tap into each other’s concious to see what the hell was going on. We knew what we were doing was wrong, but there was a tension building between us that was far too hard to ignore.

Fuck the norm, fuck me…

My father buried his face in my neck. I squirmed as his sloppy tongue made circles on my neck. I felt his hands making their way up my blouse. He gently grabbed hold of my breasts and began to play with them. As he did so, he started to slowly grind against me. His motions were making my panties grow moist. I was so hot for him.

He stopped caressing my breasts and began to strip me. Once I was finally down to just my bare skin, he bit down on the corner of his lip.

The way he looked at me just screamed desire and need. It made my pussy ache.

His tongue went for my neck again, only this time it casually ran down to my nipples, which were already hard with excitement. His mouth latched onto them and I let out a soft moan. As his tongue delicately flicked at my nipples, one of his hands was at my abdomen, teasingly tickling downwards as it eventually met my wet slit. Two of his fingers trailed around my throbbing clit, causing a spark in the pit of my stomach.

I grabbed hold of his hand, and with no time to waste, quickly slid his fingers into my wet pussy. I bucked my hips forward as he began to push his fingers in and out of me.

He brought his face to mine and kissed me again. He moaned as he continued to explore my sopping cunt. 

“God Em, I want you so badly…”

“Then have me,” I whispered.

“But this isn’t right.”

“Don’t listen to your mind, listen to your body tonight…”

…

I clung onto my father’s hair and arched my back as his tongue relished my pussy. The feeling was incredible. The way he gently nibbled and tugged on my lips made me writhe with ecstasy. But as much as I enjoyed it, I was desperate to please him.

I sat up and undressed him fast. I was surprised to see that he still possessed a fit, young body; it only made me want him more.

I pushed him down on the bed and stared at his hardened cock. It was long and thick, with just a little bit of precum oozing down the shaft. I took hold of it with both hands, and engulfed it quickly into my mouth. He grunted and tensed up a bit as I sucked him.

I slowly pulled my mouth up to the top of his cock, and softly licked his head. My father instantly grabbed hold of my hair as I pleased him. He only seemed to grow bigger as I continued to suck him off. I gently took hold of his round balls and massaged them. He tasted great, and I wondered what it would be like to have him cum all over my lips.

He seemed to enjoy my licks and sucks so much that it unleashed a beast from within in. He sat up and grabbed me by my waist, quickly placing me flat on my back. He parted my legs and greeted my pussy with the touch of his fingers, before he took hold of his penis and stroked it for a few seconds. He shuffled closer to me, and placed his cock on top of my slit. My father rubbed himself up against me, moistening his cock with my juices.

“Please, just put it in,” I whimpered.

He gently eased his way into my hole. We both groaned as our bodies connected. He was so deep inside of me that his balls rested against my buttocks. He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me deeply. Slowly he began to thrust his hips. His long, slow strokes was sending me off the edge. My pussy seemed to cling to him.

“Ah, fuck. You’re so tight,” he growled.

Eventually he picked up the pace and found a steady rhythm. My body soon responded with his, and my hips began to move on their own. I closed my eyes as my father pushed his cock harder and deeper inside my walls. I wrapped my arms and legs around his body as I gave myself up to him. Such a deep and tingling sensation suffused through my body. I had never felt pleasure like this before. As he continued to fuck me, I felt myself on the brink of an orgasm.

My breathing grew heavy and I dug my fingernails into his back as I screamed out my release. My father flipped me over to my stomach and grabbed my perky ass before kneading it. His cock slipped out of me, causing my cum to slide down my thighs. He slapped my butt cheeks, occasionally rubbing his meat in between the crease of my ass.

Our bodies soon joined again as his rammed himself into my hole. I let out a cry and tightly grabbed the bed sheet. The air was hot and sticky, and all that could be heard were my constant moans and the sound of my father’s body slapping against mine. He flopped over on top of me as he continued to fuck my pussy. I could feel the sweat from him dripping onto my body.

“I love you Em,” he breathed into my ear.

“I love you too, Dad.”

I could feel my father’s body beginning to shake, and I could feel his pulse quickening. No doubt was he reaching a climax. He pushed his hands underneath me and grabbed hold of my breasts. I took hold of the headboard as he drilled my cunt.

“Oh fuck I’m gonna cum,” he growled.

With a few last strokes, he quickly pulled away from me. He wanked his cock for a few seconds until he squirted out streams of hot cum all over my back. I licked my lips as I felt it drip down to my ass.

I sat up and faced my father. We silently stared at each other for a moment. I turned my face to the side with a coy, “We are so going to hell.”