A Space Trip with Dad 1-5

Chapter 1

My dad and I are going to Earth for business. Although we have to fly through a wormhole, it will still
take . This business trip is going to be very boring.

I didn't want to come, but my mom forced me to come with my dad so he wouldn't have to endure this
long journey alone. But I know she made me come because she wants me to break up with my boyfriend.

We both know this plan will succeed. Although this trip will last me eight or nine days
, it will last my boyfriend more than two months! No matter how much I cry or make a scene, my mom doesn't care that I
'll lose my love.

Only a few hours into the trip, I've confirmed that this is the best choice. Deep down, I
know my boyfriend is only with me to sleep with me. If he can't sleep with me for two months, he'll definitely find
another girl to sleep with soon. Besides, my "love" story is just a lie to avoid this trip. Yes,
my boyfriend is my first time with any man: kissing, oral sex, sex, and if I stayed on Earth
, I might have given him my first anal sex. But even if I gave him all that, it's
unlikely last more than a year.

Although our relationship focuses on sex, my sex life with him is just okay. I only
orgasm when he gives me oral sex; I can't orgasm during intercourse. Because of this, I started masturbating. But my own
hands can't give me the pleasure I want. So I bought a sex toy, a vibrating penis that I
named Buddy. It has given me countless hours of pleasure. I know it will make
this spaceship less boring.

My dad is a funny guy, and he's a funny dad too, but he can't help
me when I have desires. Especially since I often have desires. I don't think I'm perverted, but I really enjoy orgasms.

Only a few hours have passed, and this trip is already incredibly boring. Therefore, I'm burning with desire.

So I told my dad I was going to take a nap and left the center of the ship, heading to my cabin at the stern.

When I got to my cabin, I thanked the ship's designers again for adding the privacy option and my father for actually paying
the extra cost. I used to laugh at him for buying it because he wanted to have sex with my mom, but now, it's for me
to orgasm.

I found Buddy in my bag. I immediately took off my bodysuit, leaving only
my bra and diaper. When I took off the diaper, I saw it was already soaking wet. Thankfully, I had a properly fitted diaper;
it would have been so embarrassing to be wet in front of my dad.

Completely naked, I opened the buddy and immediately inserted it into my already
wet vagina. The helplessness of the past few hours vanished instantly; I felt only pleasure. The buddy's swaying
and my skillful movements felt incredibly comfortable. At eight inches long and one inch in diameter, it was quite a large
sex toy. I didn't dare buy a bigger one. This one already filled my vagina more than my boyfriend.
Of course , although it had the latest science and the best materials, it couldn't replace a real man.

After a few minutes, I felt myself approaching. And this should be a big one.

Then it stopped. The buddy stopped moving. What happened? I tried moving it myself, but it didn't
feel as good. The feeling of impending orgasm was completely gone.

I pulled the buddy out of my disappointed little hole. I tried everything I could to fix it,
but it wouldn't budge. I got so frustrated that I threw it against the wall, and it shattered into pieces. I
immediately knew I'd done something wrong, but it was too late. I also knew this trip would be
worse than I'd initially imagined.

I couldn't release my urges, and I didn't want to stay in the cabin any longer, so I got dressed and went to find my
father . After all, he was the reason I'd come on this trip.

Before I left him, my father was still looking at his business plans. It was incredibly boring for me.

So when I returned to the center of the ship and saw that he had put the business plans away, I was somewhat relieved. But
he was just watching videos he'd brought from Earth (because there was no signal in the wormhole), and it wasn't necessarily more fun
being . I sat down next to him and sighed. He asked me, "What's wrong?"

"I'm so bored!"

"I told you to bring some books to read..."

"That would be even more boring!"

"Watch these videos?"

"I've already seen them."

"Do some exercise?"

"I'll do that later, I want to do something else now."

"Play video games?"

"I don't like video games."

"Then what do you want to do?"

Actually, I didn't want to do anything, I just wanted an orgasm. But I'm too dependent on masturbation, so
without to orgasm. But what else could I do? I looked at my dad with a blank face and said, "Never mind."

My dad didn't say anything. He just glanced at me and went back to watching his videos.

I stood up again, bored, and walked around the ship, trying to find
a way to release my desire. But I couldn't find any. Then I thought of my dad. He's a man too... I immediately
tried think of other things to get that thought out of my mind. But perhaps my desire was too high; I kept thinking about my
dad. I imagined having sex with my own father! If I don't have sex with him to relieve my desire,
what will I do? It's a two-and-a-half-day journey to our destination, and then there's the journey home! I heard the place we're going to
is quite remote. Although it should have essential facilities, will it sell sex toys? And my dad
wouldn't let me go off on my own to buy such things.

Every step I take on the boat makes me feel worse. My most frustrating problem is that I keep thinking about getting my
dad to help me relieve my desire. He's my only hope of getting through this. The truth is, it's not difficult to consider my dad
as a sex partner. Although they're the same age, he's actually
seven years younger than my mom because he's done many trips like this. My mom is forty this year, but my
dad is only thirty-three, and he's very handsome. Even if I want to have sex with him, will he want to
have sex with me? I need to find a way to seduce him. My methods of seduction will definitely not work, but at least they can...
I'm not that bored.

The problem with seducing my dad is that he's my dad. How am I supposed to do that? Especially since
I've never done this before. My boyfriend is a young guy, and I can't even guard against him, let alone seduce him.

I look in the mirror, and I like myself. I don't want to be too proud, but with my 34-23-34
measurements, my long arms and shapely legs, and my perfect body proportions, I have
the best figure in my school. I've been asked to be a model, but my mom says no. I think my figure
is seducing for other men, but is it seducing enough for my dad?

I thought for a moment, and I came up with an idea. I'll use my boredom as an excuse to play a game with him
that I can use to seduce him. I can't think of any game, but I can't wait to start any game with him.

I walked back to the center of the ship and said to my dad, "Dad, want to play a game with me?"

Dad said, "Sure, what game do you want to play?"

"I don't know. You've been on business so many times, you must have played many different games."

Dad thought for a moment before taking out a deck of cards and said, "When I travel with others, we still
like to play cards the most."

I immediately thought of strip poker, but I didn't want him to know my desires so soon. I said, "
Okay , playing cards is a good start."

We played a few different games, but they were all quite boring. My patience ran out, so
I said, "Let's play poker."

Dad was fine with anything. He started dealing the cards and we played a few hands of poker. I couldn't wait to say
, "We need to make this game more exciting."

"How can we make it more exciting?"

I thought that if the beautiful woman sitting in front of him wasn't his daughter, he wouldn't be so innocent.
So I said, "Let's bet something."

Although I didn't think of betting on stripping, I didn't bring up the idea immediately. I said, "Every time you win,
I'll do one more chore. Every time I win, you have to give me an extra third of my allowance."

"Okay!"

I could tell my dad preferred poker with stakes. He played even more seriously than before. We
played until I had three times my allowance, but I also had ten times more chores to do. I didn't want to
continue playing with those stakes anymore, so I said, "I don't want to play anymore."

"Afraid you'll have even more chores to do?"

"Yes. But it's also because the stakes are so boring."

My dad looked a little disappointed and said, "Then what kind of stakes do you want?"

I glanced at the boat and said, "How about strip poker?"

My dad's face turned into a funny expression. He swallowed hard and asked, "Striptease poker?"

I laughed and said, "Yes, you bet I'll leave my clothes on, and I'll bet you'll leave yours
on . What do you want?"

My dad disagreed, saying, "Even if I bet you'll leave your clothes on, this kind of
game is too...inappropriate for a father and daughter, isn't it?"

"Dad, I'm so bored, I need some fun! We don't need to take everything off, just a
little bit ." I pleaded with him using the look and voice I'd always used on his youngest daughter. I'd
never failed.

He sighed and said, "Okay. But you can't tell your mom."

I happily gave him a hug. Even without anything untoward happening, this should be fun
. I noticed he was trembling when I hugged him. I think it was because he was afraid of doing something wrong.

We both added a few more layers of clothing and other things, so we each had eighteen
items . Watching my dad deal the cards in his spacesuit was hilarious. Especially since neither of us could pick up the cards.

We played a few hands of cards, and my dad played even more aggressively than before. He really wanted to win because he wanted me to stay
naked.

But our luck was about the same, and it was all floppy cards, so we couldn't really rank.
Although he didn't want to lose, I was happy he lost my helmet, the top and bottom of my spacesuit, and my jetpack.

Wearing all that in a spaceship is very uncomfortable. In the next few hands, he lost both my earrings and my
gloves. I needed to lose more to be naked with him.

My dad seemed very nervous at this point. I didn't know if he was nervous because he was afraid of seeing me naked,
or because he wanted to see me naked. I initially thought he would stop the bet, but he
didn't. This made me wonder if I had fallen into his trap? Anyway, this was what was going to happen
.

I lost several hands in a row, so my dad took off his socks, necklace, and watch. Now
I was winning, but we still hadn't really taken our clothes off. Several times during the next few hands, I thought my dad would
stop, but he didn't. He lost my necklace, my ring, and one of my wrists. I had six items left
. I lost his wedding ring, another ring, his belt, and his utility belt. He had four
items left.

Now things are going to get interesting. The next winner has to start taking off their clothes. The bodysuits we're wearing have
long, almost invisible zippers in the middle that can open in three places, so we'll count that as three
items.

I was excited and nervous at this point, even though this was something I wanted to do when my desire was high, now I felt it
was a terrible idea. I still needed to release my desire, but I couldn't do anything incestuous with my father.

An hour ago, I still thought incest was okay, or I always thought it was impossible
.

I thought I would be fine, so I made this choice without thinking it through. The sex I've had with my boyfriend
has all happened without me thinking it through. But as it was time to take off my clothes, I was trembling uncontrollably.

I hadn't been naked in front of my father since I was four years old, and my body had
changed a lot. On the other hand, I didn't remember ever seeing my father naked. I didn't know how I
would . Although I am proud that I have more sexual experience than girls my age, I
still only have one sexual partner, and I usually only see him in the dark.

Trembling, I felt my desire again. I'd imagined making love in
space . I especially wanted to do it in a wormhole. Even though he was my father, and it was incest, I felt
he was better than my boyfriend. At least he could relieve some of my desire.

Dad was nervous, but he didn't stop. I don't know why I didn't stop this
horrible game myself. At that moment, I really felt he wanted to see my naked body. I swallowed hard and won
the next hand.

I had no choice, so I unzipped my bodysuit, revealing my cleavage. I felt
shy. Dad didn't look directly at me, but he continued dealing. I won the next hand,
so I unzipped my stomach, revealing my belly.

I started to lie. I only had four pieces of clothing left to take off. I lost the next hand, so Dad unzipped his
own, revealing his muscular chest. I lost two more hands, and Dad took off his
bodysuit, revealing his healthy and beautiful physique. His body was better than I'd imagined. The only part of his body that wasn't
exposed was his genitals, covered by a stylist.

At that moment, I felt good because I was about to win, though I should say I was about to lose. That way, I wouldn't have to
be naked in front of my father. My previous thought of having sex with him had completely vanished. I don't know why I
thought that way, but incest is a terrible thought. I just needed to lose one more hand, and I would see my father's
private parts , and that would make me happy.

I won the next hand. I looked at the ground, hoping my father would just stop playing, but he didn't.

When I glanced up at him, he immediately turned away. At that moment, I knew I was in a very dangerous
situation .

I knew it was useless to say anything. I just hoped I would only have to take off my clothes, and not do what I had just
fantasized wanting to do. I unzipped the last zipper from my lower abdomen to my lower back, and then I
took off my entire bodysuit. I was left with only my bra and stylist. Like my father, I was basically naked.

My father still didn't look at me but at the starting cards. Because there were only two of us playing, our cards were
open. I got a pair of tens, while he got a three and a two! The rest of the cards were trash. I wanted
to cry because I didn't know what to do. I was afraid of the person who was supposed to protect me. This person wanted to see me
naked . This person was my father. Even if he saw me naked and didn't do anything to me today, we still
had to spend at least two and a half days on the same ship, and he could still become just as strange again,
could still do things to me that he shouldn't. I had nowhere to run.

I looked at him again with pleading eyes, but he still wouldn't look at me. So, I had no choice but to
take off my right bra. I exposed my areola to my father. My father pretended not to look,
but I saw him stroke my breast. Although I was almost completely naked, I felt even hotter than before.

I started to cry, but my father just dealt the cards again.

My cards were better than his again. He had a five and an eight, while I had a jack of spades and a
king of spades. I was so lucky, the rest of the cards were all spades... At this moment, my eyes
blurred with tears. When I blinked and looked at him again, I saw him staring lecherously at my body. My hands
trembled as I took off my left bra.

Dad was staring at my breasts. Now I turned my head away from him. Dad stared at me for a while
before dealing the cards again. I got a six and a two. Dad got a ten and a king. I
sighed, thinking I was about to escape this game that shouldn't exist. The first common card was an ace, the next
common card was a queen. I hoped the last card would be an eleven or a card I didn't have. The

card dealt was a six. I won four hands in a row.

I was shaking violently. What had I done? A little over an hour ago, I naively thought that seducing Dad into
having sex with me was a good idea. It was a great idea; it achieved the result I originally wanted. But now I
had no desire, and I didn't want to have sex with Dad. I was terrified.

Dad looked at me and indicated that he wanted me to take off the diaper that was hiding my last bit of privacy. I slowly stood up and
pulled it down. I was completely naked. I covered myself with my hands, but Dad took them away so he could see me
more clearly. He looked at my whole body and licked his lips several times. Then he kissed me and suddenly picked me up
. Feeling his warm skin calmed me down. He took me to his cabin and laid me on the bed.

Dad removed his diaper, revealing his now-erect penis. It was
much bigger than my boyfriend's, and bigger than my buddy's. Although I was still afraid of incest with my father, seeing his
penis made me feel a little aroused. Besides, I had no hope of escaping Dad's grasp; I felt I had no choice
but to accept my fate. It was all my fault, I brought this on myself.

Dad climbed on top of me and started kissing me, putting his tongue in my mouth. At first, I didn't react;
I was frozen because I couldn't believe Dad was kissing me. But after a while, I found myself
kissing him instead.

Dad started playing with my breasts and pinching my nipples, and later he started kissing and sucking on
them. He was like a wild beast that hadn't eaten in a long time. But he was very gentle and didn't make me uncomfortable. I
let out a soft moan because he kept kissing, licking, and sucking my nipples, making them hard.

Next, Dad moved one of his hands between my legs and touched my genitals. He rubbed my clitoris,
labia, and vaginal opening. He rubbed my vaginal fluids everywhere, and I realized how wet I was. I especially liked
when he rubbed my clitoris; it made me feel more comfortable and less afraid that my dad was doing this to me.

Then Dad inserted a finger into my vagina. Although I wasn't a virgin, it was the first time
someone who wasn't my boyfriend had penetrated me. So I still cried out in surprise. After a few thrusts, he added
another finger into my vagina. He seemed very familiar with my vagina because I moaned
lasciviously and seemed to enjoy it after a few thrusts. He continued to use his mouth on my breasts while using his hand on my vagina.

He coordinated his attacks from both sides, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, then very fast, then slow again.

My vagina felt like it was flooded; I could hear the sound of the water as he thrust into me. He kept thrusting until I
reached the climax I had just experienced. My vagina was so tight I thought I was going to hurt his fingers. I couldn't
believe my father had given me an orgasm. And it was the best one I'd ever had.

While I was still catching my breath, my father climbed on top of me again and began rubbing his penis against my genitals.
Although my father had just given me an orgasm with his fingers, I knew what he was about to do
was even more terrifying for us, father and daughter. What he was about to do was true incest. But at that moment, I didn't care about that; my desire was so strong
that I wanted him to have his penis inside me.

But he just continued rubbing his penis against my genitals. Although it should have only been a few seconds, it
felt like an eternity. Then he entered me! My father's penis was inside my vagina! We
were now incestuous forever. At first, I felt a little uncomfortable because my father's huge penis had
stretched a size I had never felt before. But when he started moving, I began to feel as if my vagina
was made to contain his penis. My father made me feel like it was my first time having sex.

He slowly entered and exited me, letting me feel every movement. Because it filled me, I
felt pleasure in every part of my vagina. He gave me
a pleasure that my boyfriend and my baby couldn't give me. This feeling made me moan loudly enough for anyone on the boat to hear.

This pleasure also made me not think about anything else; I only focused on the pleasure. Anything about having sex with my father was out of my
mind.

My father slowly penetrated me, and I held him tightly. Every time he went deep inside me, I felt so happy and
satisfied. I couldn't believe that sex could be so good, especially with my own father.

Before long, I began to feel more intense pleasure. My breathing quickened, and I felt
very hot . This feeling gradually built up pressure in my vagina until I couldn't add any more pressure, and it exploded into my
first orgasm. I felt my vagina contracting tightly, and waves of
pleasure spreading throughout my body. It was much better than my usual orgasms, and it was my dad who gave it to me.

Dad started thrusting faster. I already thought it was great when he was thrusting slowly, but I didn't expect it
to feel even better. He thrust faster and faster, and I thought my vagina was going to explode. Dad was thrusting so fast that I couldn't breathe
. I felt the foreplay again, and soon I orgasmed again. This time
it was even .

Dad wanted me to change positions. He wanted me to be on top of him. My boyfriend and I often do this too. I like
this position; it gives me control over the speed and depth, but it also makes me tired easily. I
rubbed against Dad for a while, letting him grab my buttocks and breasts. Sometimes he would lift his head and kiss my lips
or my breasts. From this position, I could see Dad's face and know that he really enjoyed me. I
continued to moan loudly, and Dad moaned along with me. Then I said my first words after I was completely naked: "Are you...

enjoying... my... little... hole...?"

"Of... of course..." Dad replied. He then asked his own question: "Are you...
enjoying my... penis?"

I screamed loudly after he asked because I had orgasmed again. Afterwards, I collapsed onto Dad and
shuddered on him. I only managed to say, "...Enjoy..."

When I could move again, Dad told me to move up and down on him quickly. He said, "This is my favorite way
to make love ." Although I was tired, I knew this was Dad's favorite, so I gave it my all. The more I did it,
the louder Dad became. But this method wasn't just his favorite; I liked it too, so I orgasmed again.

I had never orgasmed four times in one day before. So I was very tired. I lay on Dad and let
him penetrate me from below. He grabbed my buttocks and slapped them a few times. I remembered him doing this to me before.
When I was little, he would spank my buttocks when I misbehaved.

Although I was very tired, I still screamed loudly. Dad also started screaming louder. After a while,
Dad wanted me on top of him again. I used the last of my strength to jump on him for a while. He
gripped my buttocks tighter with one hand and grabbed my breasts with the other. Dad roared louder and louder,
and I orgasmed again. A few seconds later, Dad ejaculated inside me.

I loved the feeling of my dad's semen inside me. My boyfriend had only ejaculated inside me once, and that
was my first time. That was, of course, a mistake. From then on, I learned how to tell when it was
a good day and when it was a bad day. Today was a good day.

I didn't get up and let Dad stay inside me. We continued to kiss and hug. His penis
never shrank and kept filling me. After a few minutes, he started having sex with me again. Of course,

I didn't resist. I had already had an incestuous relationship with Dad, so it wasn't a big deal for us to do it
again . Of course, having five orgasms in one session, plus one from his hand
, made me feel very tired. I let Dad do whatever he wanted with me. But he made me support myself with my knees
and elbows while he entered me again from behind. I thought it was impossible, but he went even deeper
. Dad fucked me hard without mercy, making me scream between pleasure and pain. My heart was
pounding, and I couldn't breathe. But soon after, I orgasmed again.

Dad stopped only because my vagina was so tight. But after I calmed down, he continued
to fuck me hard, as if he wanted to fuck me to death. But I didn't die, and continued to orgasm again and again.

I begged Dad to stop fucking me like that, to let me breathe, but he wouldn't listen and continued to
fuck me like a beast until I orgasmed for the sixth time before he ejaculated. I was exhausted, so I immediately lost consciousness.

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