Outside The Box - GWA Script

[F4M] [Script Offer] All I Want For Christmas Is You, Dad [Age] [Body Worship] [Brat] [Cum Encasement] [Degradation] [DD/lg] [Futa] [Frottage] [Incest] [L-bombs] [Needs No Presents] [Nude] [Quiet] [Sunglasses]

**Disclaimer: This script contains a fantasy meant to be recorded by adults, any of which are also to be listened to solely by adults.**

**This script is to be performed in a fairly hushed volume. This is not arbitrary; volume may be progressively increased as the performer desires, and some elements of the described scenarios may change according to personal preference or extent of creativity:**

- Dad. Dad! Wake up! Dad!

- Yeah! I spied Santa wolfing down on the offerings we left for him!

- Oh, sorry. Big brother's still sleeping.

- Dad! Look! Look at all those presents! How many of them are there?! I throw fourteen without counting! What about you?

- Sixteen, huh? Shall we see? Okay, but remember, be quiet...!

- Him? No. I made a bet with him he'd make the nice list this year if he waits like a good boy. Me? Nah, I'll wing naughty. Now c'mon, what are we waiting for?!

- (Pause, rush towards Christmas tree)

- <excited> Oh? Eight already... Nine, ten, twelve, fourtee- Seventeen boxes!

- [Improv reluctant giggling; this makes you less joyful than you theoretically should be]

- I know big brother will be. He just *loves* things getting given to him, especially if it's techy.

- Me? Uh, well... I mean I like it too, but...

- (Pause for uncertainty)

- I... I honestly thought today, just as yesteryear's Boxing Day would be incredible, but truth be told I don't honestly know. Something tells me I'm not... that all this... my heart's not into this this year.

- Like I said, I don't know. This should make me happy, as you are, as my big brother would most definitely be! And yet...

- It's like there's a magic within these big days that just comes, that magic being what makes finding a bunch of colourful boxes the excitement it should be. For me it seems almost... *missing*.

- I don't think it's even that... I think...

- I think love is missing. Do any of these presents look as if they've been gifted with love? Something about them tells me no.

- I mean do you just get a gut instinct the presents delivered to you aren't really presents?

- I guess I'm just expecting too much out of it all. Maybe I'm crazy 'cause I can't prove what I'm on about. Maybe... just maybe...

- I think it's those times real happiness is to be felt through the simpler things we have in life, to be thankful for the stuff we already have. Would it be...?

- Dad, is it wrong if I said I might actually be happier without all of this?

- No? It's okay? Then... maybe you understand too.

- I'm talking about the fact I've already had a present to last me a lifetime, dad. It's been getting unwrapped as I've been coming of age. I'm looking at it.

- A flower? Hah, that's a good analogy, dad. Do *you* think you're my flower?

- Nuh uh, I'm looking for more than simply *trying*. You either are or you're not.

- Don't you see, dad? It's you! *You're* my Christmas present! And the Christmases before? You too! You've been it for donkey's years! You'll be it for however long it'll take before I have to move out and fend for myself in this frightful, horrible world, even in this magical night we're sharing together!

- Oh all right, I suppose one present unwrapped early wouldn't kill us. Hope we don't draw a lump of coal for this.

- <irate> Ugh, I knew it, lump o-

- <surprised> Oh! A pair of shades? In this time of year? Somebody sure has a weird idea of happy holidays.

- I was gonna say! Look to fit a smaller head than yours, dad. What if I try them on?

- <snazzy> Well, dad? How do I clean up?

- Well, duh! I look amazing in *anything*. But I don't really need them. And no more presents open, that's it! Besides...

- [Kiss]

- Haven't done it in the lips, have we? Not since I was a toddler. But, you *are* my present. How? Well, umm... you deliver yourself? You already make me happy well before you're unboxed to show off your goods? And best of all...? You'll do the unwrapping *for* me!

- C'mon, daddy, unwrap yourself. <insistent, seductive> Uh huh, *you* know what I mean...! Get moving, Snorlax, sometime this week would pop a nice sweet into my mouth.

- Whoa... you're actually...

- <embarrassed> Mmm... where's some hankeys for my bleeding nose when I need them?

- You're joking, right? You're *way* better looking than all of the boys in school!

- It's true, I mean it!

- I said unwrap yourself, didn't I? That means everything.

- *Everything*.

- You want to give me the best Christmas, don't you? Don't you? Then... these boy-panties have to come off too!

- Boxers, boxers, okay. I knew that! Well c'mon!

- Dad's... dad's huge little snow-cone. It's in full show now, and- oh my freaking god, dad, you're a stunner! A hustler in the making! I'm gonna need to take a sit down, you making me so har- I mean excited.

- No no, I said excited! What was going over *your* naughty head, huh dad? Were you thinking about your own daughter having dirty feelings for you? Were you planning on seducing me, maybe? Or...

- <whispering, instigating> Was it the idea that your baby girl had a penis?!

- You know what I have down there, don't you? Seen me naked as I came out of mom? No? Oh, you don't *remember*, I see. Well... why don't we find out?

- Why are you covering your eyes? Dad, you know I change privately more out of conditional obligation than thinking you and big brother are right pervs. No one could care *that* much about seeing a pipsqueak like me naked. So yeah, I'm damn sure I want you to ogle me from head to toe.

- (Pause, beginning to undress)

- Take a good, long look, dad: a girl my age would kill to have these gleaming baubles.

- <concerned> Ah? A-are you okay, dad?

- It's okay. *Maybe* I sold myself a bit modestly. And my plums in full view aren't much something you can ignore.

- [Gasp and giggle as listener confesses to kinky thought]

- <bemused> I can't believe it... my dad has a fetish for cute, topless young girls with sunglasses. Shall I smile too? Do you wanna hover over me and take a birds-eye view? Gimme a glomp-hug from behind.

- <cutely> It's okay, dad, you can giddem booby-bees a squeeze.

- (Pause, mix with enticing giggles or verbal tics)

- Woooww... you need your own hankey for that red nose, dear, teehee! Any favourites you wanna highlight? Good girl remembering to brush her teeth every other hour? My pink nibs? Round melons? My hair? What about the shades? Or just the fact I'm wearing nothing past my eyes right down to my waist?

- <egotistical> It's okay if you wanna be modest, dad. I already know I'm so fucking sexy I can swear right in front of you and you'll act like my mouth's still angel innocent. And even if you won't, you know I've still been a good girl all year round this year. And last year. And the year before. You wouldn't let my name go on the naughty list, would you?

- That's right... absolutely right, dad. And being the good daughter I am I've gone out of my way to get *you* a nice present of your own. But first, you gotta tell me what you want this Christmas, what you *really* want. And don't hold back. From daughter to father, I deserve to know about your deepest, darkest secrets.

- You what?! You... you wanna do it? You want to fucking have sex with your own fucking daughter?! Yuck...

- <giggling, mock disgust> There's no end to your depravity, is there dad? All we were here for was some naughty early gift-popping and lovey-dovey quality time. But as sure as cling film is sticky and lights are bright, you're as hard as a mountain.

- I'm saying that because it's chilly as shit and you're wearing absolutely nothing.

- Touche. But you know what, dad? You wanna get in my junk so bad, you're going to bring your face close to the "cockpit". C'mon, you sick fuck of a father, get your face right at my pussy and close your eyes. Open them up when I tell you to. <giggling> Try not to take a K.O.

- [Cock-slap sound]

- <giggling, inhaling in the moment> Mmmnnngg, that was a nice thwack, wasn't it dad...? Nonetheless I'm quite impressed, considering you survived that.

- Oooh, look at your eyes light up like a Christmas tree! Where's your jaw, I can't see it? Come off it, you, it's just a candy cane. Like the ones you and big brother've got down there yourselves... I mean, even though it might be a lot bigger than what *you're* used to.

- Oh I have my ways. Duct taped it, folded it under my balls, even tucked it inside of my cunny once.

- I know what you're thinking, dad, and fuck you!

- <chuckling> Eee hee, you're okay, dad. Do you want to see me rub out in two just this little bit? I can do it, if you want me to.

- A'righty, then. 'Ere we go...

- <softly, mix with moans> Ouch...

- Shut up and keep watching, dad. Keep watching me whack off like both man and woman.

- [Improv more moaning and groaning]

- Okay, that's enough. What do you think of that? Pretty cool, huh?

- <seductive> No kidding; you were fucking slobbering at that self-fuck! The sight of my cock shimmering from my pussy juice makes your mouth grow wet. You tense the hind of your pelvis in anticipation over what I might do next or whether *you'll* get a piece of that.

- <mock derisive> Oh my god, dad, look at you! Already wiping the drooling rapid off your mouth and shaking your head no. You're adorable. Bet you want to stand up and see your baby girl in her licentious glory. Well come on, dad. You'll want a good view to burn in your head for what comes next.

- Your grown daughter, wearing sunglasses, all naked, packing a huge fucking girl-cock and using it to literally fuck herself. Your dreams read out like such an open fucking book, dad, it's so predictable. And yet... and yet I didn't expect you to... y'know, have that side of you just come out as easily as it had.

- Aww, what's wrong, daddy? Don't tell me my dirty-talking gave your pretty little face sunburn? Tough it out, dad. If that's the dwindling dignity you had as a man talking, your face is going to explode in a messy waterfall of mulled wine when you find out just what I'm going to do to you.

- <giggling> Wait, what?! What did you think I was gonna do, fuck your ass?

- (Pause, listener lectures you over perverse vulgarity)

- <begrudging, mood souring> Jeez, sorry... Call them like I see them, ya know?

- It *is* kind of what you wanted, isn't it? I know the signs, having seen the way some boys and men move. Tell me the idea of a nice, plump female penis inside of you doesn't make your own trunk throb - and I *will* be watching - tell me that doesn't spark joy for you.

- (Pause, listener invokes vehement denial)

- <tutting> Gosh, dad... such a liar.

- Here, why don't you sit on the couch and I'll straddle on your lap? We graze on each other, do some mouth-stuff and eventually... eventually we get it on.

- Look at me, dad. Look at me.

- C'mere. I want you.

- [Improv kissing, moaning or other seductive, seedy auditory interactions]

- <moan> Dad you make me so hot...! So hard and wet just from the look, smell and taste of you.

- Mmm, you cut that modesty out and shut up, you hear? There's no more talking to be done from you.

- Ah ah ah ah ah! No. More. Talking.

- <squealing, happy> 'Ey, stop tickling my nose! Stop it, bad daddy!

- [Improv more giggling and jovial noises]

- <mirthful> Got your nose!

- God almighty, getting me all fucking wound up: you asked for it, dad!

- [Moaning]

- You like it when I stroke my cock 'longside yours? Yeah, you do...

- Oh I *love* it, dad. I *looove* tossing off with my favourite well-hung parent.

- Fuck, you're so pretty, dad. If only I wasn't so tight...

- No no no, nothing...! Nothing...

- See? Lovable whichever lens you're seen through. Except for one, apparently; what got into mom's fool head, leaving you?

- <spittles, toxic> Guph, fuck if that frigid bitch knows what she's missing with you. You deserve better. *I* deserve better. We both know this, don't we? That's why we're together like this. This is for the ties of blood that unifies two people to become one, to know true love, even if it is a bit taboo.

- [Improv extended kissing and noises of erotic unison]

- Oh no, dad, those eyes just won't do. Even enjoying this as I can see you are, I can also see hurt... heartbreak. It's been hard on you for this year and the years after mom left us, left you. I can only imagine how alone you've been feeling, how much of a chore it is to raise two kids without any help. And money must've been tight if babysitters aren't around. I bet you've longed to know a love like this all over again, to have another's touch whom which reciprocates against your happy place. I bet...

- ...you're itching for your own little girl inside you now, aren't you? Whaddaya say, huh dad? Get you a face full of cock and tuck your butthole in? Cake your mug in some baby meringue or just fill you up for nine months?

- <seductively apologetic> Maybe next Christmas, dad. Or maybe this New Year's if you're lucky.

- C'mon, dad, try to keep *some* cranberry juice up your thinking bauble. It's no good if you're passing out from icing all over my candy cane with your pre-jaculate. Lean forward for me and stick your tongue out.

- [Kissing and tongue-biting]

- Yesh, dad that's so... oooh, mmm my teeth feel sated. Thanks for letting me bite your tongue, dad. Unh, but you said earlier naked cuties with sun-specs were your jam, didn't you?

- <groaning from stretching> Why don't you get a close-range eyeful of these big puffies? Make your mouth water, don't they? You wanna suck out your daughter's well-filled knockers.

- Yeah, it's a little exhibition trick I've learned. Raise your arms, straighten your titties.

- <light chuckling> Wow, go you, dad, tickling my armpits! Eh heh, sorry they have some bush in them. I am getting up in years, you see.

- Oh you don't mind? It makes me more natural?

- Wait wait wait wait, let me check I'm not missing anything. Your dream girl getting you off: Has a cock, is shorter than you, is cute, is nude neck to waist and doesn't do her arms. Holy hell, dad, you just get crazier and crazier every minute I spend with you.

- Oooh, dad just look at the way you're staring at my tits! Your eyes are burning so hard, they're making mine sparkle at the attention I'm getting. Unh, you give me this most incredible urge to... to...

- [Incoherent giggling]

- Well, lucky you *almost* drove his own flesh and blood to enter into him. I can't do that for you, dad; my principles might lose their way elsewise. But I can do you enough of a solid by way of cooling my flaming cock-head against your ball-sack.

- Fu'g, my cock is sooo damn hard...! C'mon, dad, squeal. Let those sounds out as I fuck you in the balls. *Mew-mewl*. Do it.

- You're the best dad a growing girl can ask for, you know that? Sluts-at-heart always make the best dads, I say.

- You pack that teetotalist drivel in, Grinch. That hard-on of yours is your red fucking card for denying you love this.

- Do you get it yet? You're not *a* dad. Dads tell their children and wife what to do. Dads force their dictum upon the family. Dads have final say in the decisions affecting him and his charges. Dads care more about molding their vision of their offspring's development upon them than their long-term happiness and well-being. Dads have their asses kissed, their dicks sucked... if you catch my drift.

- *You*, *my* dad, on the other hand. *You* don't get to do any of the stuff *these* dads do. Those titles and privileges constituting the duty of a "dad" are null and void in *your* office. *You're* afraid of your karma as "boss" of the family, the repercussions that come with being what you're supposed to be.

- It's *my* ass you kiss. It's *my* dick you suck- <panicked> Ahh, figuratively speaking, figuratively speaking!

- <simmering> Holy crap... Tee hee, crossed *that* line, didn't I?

- <whispering> Or does the thought of "literally" get your heart running at two-hundred beats per minute?

- <giddy, excited> It is and all, I can feel it! You want your mouth on my cock, you do! Dad, please, bump my fist, you're a slut! Admit it and gimme five, faggot!

- Eh heh, I'm sorry, daddy. I'm sorry for being so mean. Just saying, maybe sometime you wanna... actually do it? I promise to wipe my mouth till then.

- Okay, dad, done deal. Just loving cock-stroking, I won't call you any nasty names. <kiss> Mmwah, love you!

- [Improv moaning for a while, include dirty talk involving using listener's testes to frot]

- God, some of my eggnog is roiling up...! What about you, dad? Do you have eggnog itching to burst out?

- You're ready for it, aren't you? Hold your breath and get ready for a blizzard of cum to buffet you. I'll keep fucking our cocks against each other as fast as I can so you can build up more and more heat! You work for it too, dad! Lift your hips and scrape your balls against my sopping pussy.

- <grunting, approaching climax> Shit, I'm close! I'm so close I'm virtually peeing pussy juice. Gosh, you're so sexy, dad I love you! Please look at me! Look at your own sunny-wearing daughter's titties wobbling and rippling while she whacks us off!

- <rising volume> Watch out, dad! Here it fucking comes! Here comes the avalanche!

- [Improv orgasm, mix with l-bombs or other erotic dialogue]

- <giggling, hand over mouth> Wow... that felt sooo... unh, what a head rush!

- <pretend calling out, still hushed> Hey! You okay down there, dad?! That's one huge igloo you're under! Give me a sec and I'll get you outta there soon!

- [Sounds of goopy sloshing or some close simulation of it; use water if desired]

- Welcome back, dad. I dug out all of the snowy slime you and I released. Sorry if I made you glug some down to free up some airspace, tee hee!

- Oh yeah? I thought my head was gonna go. So you like frotting with me, do ya?

- Me too, dad. I love playing with our cocks and rubbing cum all over them. Love it loads when it's you.

- On the upside, I guess big brother's gonna be extra-pumped to get twice the presents, and without me and you to bug him over who gets what and how soon he opens them all.

- Because the only presents you and I need are each other, right?

- [Fade out with kissing and giggling]

Script End.