Jill's Dark Night with Daddy: A Jill Adventur

HERE'S THE NEW JILL STORY. IT'S A LITTLE ROUGHER THAN USUAL, LET ME KNOW IF YOU LIKE IT.
Mary had to go on a business trip for a week. Jill overheard her parents talking about it, and heard Dan say he would miss his wife terribly, and one reason was because they would miss their monthly Dark Night. Jill recalled that when Jill was a teenager, her mother had explained to her that, while her parents always engaged in sex in a loving, sharing way, they also knew that people needed an outlet for their darker sides. They hit upon the idea of one evening a month in which one spouse or the other could command the other partner to do anything he or she wanted for the length of the evening.

“Sometimes things get very intense, even violent,” explained her mother. “But the bottom line is, everything is ultimately safe, and it’s a good way for your father and I to blow off a little steam and indulge our darkest fantasies.” Thus the name Dark Night. “I was really looking forward to my Dark Night this month,” Jill heard her father say to her mother. “I know, darling,” said Mary. “I’m sorry, but I can’t put off this business trip.”
A couple days after Mary had left, Jill went to her father and said, “Daddy, I heard you telling Mom you really wanted your Dark Night this month. I was thinking: Why don’t you let ME do Dark Night with you?” Dan looked at his daughter and chuckled. “That’s very generous of you, sweetheart, but I don’t think you’re ready for a Dark Night. Things can get pretty wild.”

Jill protested, “But I’m a grown woman! I can do anything Mom can do! I mean, I may not be as skillful as her, but I like all kinds of sex. Please, Daddy? Please? You said you didn’t want to miss a Dark Night, and I’d really like to try!” Dan thought about it for a while and said finally, “Well, okay. Let’s try it.” “Yipee!” squealed Jill. Her pussy began getting damp just thinking about whatever was going to happen—she really didn’t have any idea.

“Now here’s how this works,” explained her father. “Tomorrow evening, you’ll come to my bedroom at 8 pm. From the moment I let you into my room, you are to do everything I ask you to do without any questions for hesitation, understand?” Jill nodded eagerly. “Your mother and I have a safe-word in case the sex gets too intense, if the other person feels as though she might be getting hurt. You only use this safe-word as a very last resort, because the fantasy will then be destroyed. Understand?” Again, Jill nodded. “Okay,” said her father. “The safe word is ‘Love.’ If you say it, I’ll stop, but try not to say it. You’ll know the Dark Night is over when I kiss you on the forehead. Got it?” “Got it!” said Jill happily.

“Alright,” said Dan. “Now, tomorrow night at 8, I want you to show up at my bedroom door wearing a tight t-shirt with no bra, a short skirt with no panties underneath, and high heels.” “Okay, Daddy,” said Jill enthusiastically. “I’ll do just what you say. I’ll make you proud of me!” Dan kissed his daughter and thanked her.

The next evening, Jill prepared for the big night as though she was going on an important date. She picked a tight t-shirt of the thinnest material; her big tits strained the fabric. She chose a skirt so short and tight she could barely make it cover her ass, and she wore the tallest pair of spike heels she owned. She went to her father’s bedroom and knocked on the door. When he opened it, Jill said, “Hi, Da—“

“Shut up!” snarled Dan. “Don’t you say another fucking word tonight unless I ask you to talk, understand?” Dan wasn’t looking Jill in the eye; he just looked at her ripe body, as if she was just an object to be admired. “Get in here,” said Dan tersely. Once in the bedroom, he closed the door and locked it. “Stand in front of me, and put your shoulders back.” Jill complied, standing straight as a soldier, which made her big tits jut out even more. Dan reached over and yanked the t-shirt up and the girl’s tits flopped free, wobbling a little.

Dan then moved to Jill’s right side and said gruffly into her ear, “I want to feel this pussy. This pussy is all mine tonight.” He thrust three fingers roughly up into her pussy; Jill was almost thrown off-balance on her high heels. Dan rubbed his daughter’s pussy, fast and rough; Jill was so excited, she thought she might cum, but Dan stopped abruptly. He took her by her wrist and moved her over to the foot of his bed. “Kneel down on the floor,” he said.

Jill immediately obeyed. Dan reached down and yanked the t-shirt off her and fondled her big, bouncy tits. He was wearing a t-shirt and exercise pants, he was barefoot. Loosening the string, he let his pants fall on the floor and kicked them aside. As she knelt in front of her father, her face was even with his crotch; his cock was semi-erect.
“Now listen to me,” he said. “You’re going to suck a lot of cock tonight. I don’t want to hear any complaints, I want you to just keep your mouth around my dick unless I tell you to take it out of your mouth. Understand?” But he didn’t wait for a response. Instead, he took his right hand and used it to pry open her mouth, shoving four fingers right down her throat. Jill, surprised, gagged.

Dan took his hand out of her mouth and slapped her cheek, hard. “Don’t you fucking dare gag!” he yelled. Jill was starting to feel a little frightened. She knew that things might get rough, and that they were going to role-play, but she’d never seen this kind of hostility and intensity from her father before. These thoughts barely registered before Dan pushed his semi-hard cock into her mouth, saying, “Let’s go, let’s go—get this hard!”

She reached up to take the cock at its base, to stroke it a little and place it properly into her mouth, but Dan slapped her hand away. “No hands! Goddammit, I told you—just put it in your mouth and keep it there. Start sucking.” Jill did as she was told. She put her hands behind her back so she wouldn’t be tempted to use them, and began rapid sucking, letting her lips feel the length of her father’s dick, feeling it respond to her.

Dan took his hands, put them behind Jill’s head and pushed her face into his crotch even as he thrust his hips forward. Jill took him into her throat without choking only because he wasn’t yet fully hard, but from the way he was breathing, she could tell her father was getting more excited, and harder. She felt the cock stiffen and grow in her mouth and throat; it was as if something was trying to cut off any air she was breathing through her mouth.
Her nostrils flared to get oxygen as she tried to get into a rhythm with her father’s thrusts. She wanted to be a good girl and do what her daddy had told her; she wanted this to be the best Dark Night he ever had. Frowning with concentration, she looked down at daddy’s dick and started moving her head up and down it as fast as she could.

“Look up at me!” Dan suddenly roared. “I want to see your eyes at all times!” Jill looked up. Her father’s eyes looked at her with a cruel glare she’d never seen before. He was looking at her hair, her tits, and her ass as she knelt before him. It was as though he was appraising a stranger, or a random piece of ass.

Jill was able to get a little air into her mouth when Dan’s cock pulled back a little, but now suddenly, he pushed his cock as far down her throat as he could, and pushed her head into his crotch. He held his cock there, not moving, silent. Jill felt trapped. She was trying not to gag. Saliva was dripping out of the sides of her mouth and down her chin. Dan was pushing her face into himself so hard, her nose was crushed against his lower stomach. Still he just stood still, grunting, the tip of his cock fully down her throat.

Jill felt as though she couldn’t breathe. She began to panic: Which would happen first, would she gag up *****, or would she pass out? What would Daddy do when she did either of those? How angry would he be with her? She felt herself getting dizzy, felt her eyes beginning to roll back in her head, she felt—but then Dan suddenly yanked his cock out of her mouth and took a half-step back. Jill, shocked at the sudden freedom, gasped for breath, trying to take in air rapidly, even as she also tried to swallow some of the saliva that threatened to choke her.

“No!” yelled Dan. “Don’t swallow that! Spit it out! Spit it out on your tits when you have to spit!” Jill nodded silently, and looking down, spitting out what little she could onto her titties. But Dan pulled her skull to him with both hands, shoved his cock back in her mouth, started pumping in and out, and with a malicious laugh, said, “Okay, let’s make more spit, and this time do it right!”

Jill was quicker to accept the cock now. Her mind was clearing and she understood her job better: Suck Daddy’s dick, swallow it down like a good girl. She did this, concentrating so hard that she sometimes looked down at this big cock, for which she received a sharp, stinging slap on the cheek and her father’s terse, “Eyes up!”

She stared up at her father as though in adoration, she marveled at how completely his cock filled her mouth and throat. She started producing so much saliva, it dripped out of her mouth and down her chest; she felt it drip off her nipples. This excited her. She realized she hadn’t been thinking of her own pleasure, but it was there, too.

Her father was able to stay hard; she never felt as though he was about to cum. He kept hammering the back of her throat, over and over. She began to realize time was passing, it had to be, what, 15 minutes? 20 minutes? A half-hour since she’d started sucking cock, and her father showed no signs of stopping. Indeed, he just got more into it. At one point, he stopped, his hands holding either side of her head, and said, “I think you take me down more. I can feel there’s probably another inch in you I can get down. Widen you jaw. Drop your jaw down and open.”

As he said this, he planted his feet more firmly and pushed his hard dick further down her throat. Jill started to gag but controlled herself; she let out a gush of saliva and then did as she was told, opening wider, pushing her head forward to accept more dick, looking up at her father with pleading eyes, as if to say, “Am I doing good, Daddy? Is this what you want?”

Dan never let up, he kept fucking his daughter’s mouth, fucking it hard. Jill’s eyes began to water; her jaw began to feel as though it might lock up. She felt herself getting tired. She yearned to just take the dick out of her mouth for a few seconds, to lean back on her heels to take a brief rest. But Dan snapped her out of this thought, time and again. It was as if he was reading her mind. He’d slap her and say, “Come on, concentrate! Suck harder. Don’t you dare look down! Do it like you mean it, like the only thing you’re made for is sucking cock!” Jill began to believe that’s all she was: a good little cocksucker.

She started to go into a sex trance. She felt she was nothing but a machine for sucking cock, that there would never be an ending or a reward for this until her father decided it was time to stop, time to cum down her throat. Just as she’d settled into this groove—what had it been now, 45 minutes? Longer?—Dan suddenly yanked his cock out of her mouth, reached down and gathered her hair in his hand and yanked her to a standing position.

Jill screamed in pain. Her legs felt rubbery. What was going on? Dan pushed her onto the bed. “Lie down on your back and put your head over the edge of the bed. Now!” Confused, disoriented, her jaw aching, Jill started moving around in a circle on the bed, like a dog who didn’t know what position to settle into. “Oh for Christ sake,” Dan muttered. He grabbed her hair again and, with the other hand, pushed her body into the position he wanted: Her feet pointed at the pillows, her head dangling off the foot of her bed.

She’d barely stopped moving when Dan moved his legs on either side of her head, squatted slightly, and shoved his cock in her mouth. She was taking it in with her mouth in an upside-down position now, and as the base of his cock slid along her tongue, Dan said quietly, “Oh, this is good. This mouth feels like a pussy now. This is what I want. Open wider.”

Jill tried getting used to the new position, but it was tricky. Dan’s balls were in her face now, and he was pushing his cock into her and letting it linger a few seconds each time. She felt herself starting to gag again. “Don’t do it!” Dan roared. “You think you can’t breathe now? Here, feel this.” He reached down and around until he felt her nose and pinched her nostrils shut. With the cock in her mouth, her air supply was cut off.

She thought she was going to pass out, but then her father let go of her nostrils, saying, “that’s what it’s like to not be able to breathe! Right? Now just relax that jaw, open wider, and keep that pussy-mouth open!” Jill did as she was told. She tried to initiate more sucking, not just being a passive receptacle; she wanted Daddy to know she was making an effort.

Her saliva now dripped into her downturned face; it filled her eyes as it dripped off her forehead and onto the floor. Much of the time, she couldn’t see now. Dan commenced vigorous mouth-fucking. Sometimes he grabbed her throat in both hands in excitement, ramming his dick further down her throat. At these times, the choking almost cut off her air and she came close to passing out, but she told herself, “No! You have to keep alert, keep going for Daddy!”

Dan kept working his cock in and out and down her throat, making deep strokes. Jill began to sense that he was building to something. She had no idea how long she’d been cock-sucking on the bed. Her father started to groan a little. “Oh, this is good, this is good,” he moaned.

Then he said, “Alright, I’m gonna cum pretty soon. In a second, I’m going to pull out of your throat and when your mouth is empty, you turn around and get down on your knees in front of me as fast as you can or I’ll slap you harder than you’ve ever been hit in your life. Do you understand?” Jill tried to nod her head as she lay on the bed upside down, her father’s cock in her mouth. She could barely move to signal her agreement.

“What?” Dan asked, as though irritated. “Do you understand? Talk now! Say it!” Jill tried frantically to vocalize with a dick-filled mouth, tried to say “yes, yes!” but it came out more like “ungh-mungh!” “All right!” Dan yelled. He suddenly popped his cock out of her mouth and took a step back. “I’m gonna cum!” he roared.

Jill moved faster than she’d ever moved in her life. Breathless, she raised up off the bed, scampered to position on her knees in front of her father, and looking him straight in the eyes, opened her mouth as wide as she could. “Arrghhh!” Dan groaned, and a load of cum shot out, splattering Jill’s forehead, eyes, and nose. He moved closer and pushed his cock part-way into her mouth, letting another spasm of cum shoot down her throat. Then he pushed his dick down and squeezed the base of it, as though pushing out the last drop.

Jill swallowed and swallowed again. She could not believe her relief, her joy! She’d survived! She’d taken the dark impulses her father had this evening and she’d come through it. She suddenly felt completely exhausted and yet completely exhilarated. She’d let her father fuck her throat exactly the way he’d wanted to do it.

She stayed on her knees, not even reaching up to wipe the cum from her face. She just sat on her haunches, smiling her widest grin at the father she adored. Dan leaned over her and whispered into her ear, “Good girl. Go to bed now. We’ll talk about this in the morning.” With that he kissed her on her forehead—her signal that the Dark Night was over. She stood up, and almost fell over in her spike heels, but the tingling was leaving her legs. Her jaw was stiff and she knew it would ache in the morning, but Jill was as happy as any daughter could possibly be. END. LET ME KNOW IF YOU LIKED THIS 'JILL' STORY, THANKS.