He stayed silent and I felt so embarrassed.
“I’m sorry that I…” He interrupted me with a “Shhh.”
“But Dad…”
I felt his breath on my skin as his lips caressed my neck. I swallowed hard as I realized it wasn’t at all my fault. He wanted this just as much as I did.
Just then, his hands slid over my arms and over my breasts. My nipples immediately perked up at the pleasant attention of those wonderful hands. His fingers teasing them. I felt a kiss on the side of my neck, another on my earlobe.
I moaned out of reflex as his hands began to massage my breasts. I could tell he was restraining himself. And it made me want more. I wanted to know what it felt like for him to lose control with me.
I whimpered, “Please..”
His teeth pressed hard against my neck and I felt a chill run through my body. HIs hips began to lift and I could feel his cock pressing against my thin shorts. I moaned again and rocked my hips to meet his movement.
One more interaction wasn’t bad… was it? Just enjoying the feeling of a man’s touch. This isn’t really any different than your one night stand from the bar. His hands feel so good on my body. The way his fingers tease my nipples, how can I resist? It’s not like this will happen again anyway.
And with that last dismissing thought, I slid my body away from his and lowered to my knees. My eyes moved to his erect cock which had pushed completely through the part in his robe. I shuddered when I realized that my thin cotton shorts were the only thing stopping him from pushing into me.
I felt wetness slick on my thighs as my eyes really took in the sight of his erection.
My hands ran up his legs and untied the loose knot at his waist. The fluffy robe fell open and I smiled as I leaned over his lap. My tongue eagerly reached out for my first taste. His hands gripped my hair, gently holding it to one side, so he could see me work.
My tongue slid up along the side of his cock, and swirled around the tip before sliding down the other side. I took my time tasting every inch of this delicious prick.
I wrapped my lips around the swollen head and sucked gently as I lowered my mouth over his entirety. I moaned in delight as I felt him throb on my tongue.
Each time I brought my mouth up, I would swirl my tongue around the sensitive tip, and feel him writhe a little. My tongue worked to roll along the underside of his cock. I felt his grip tighten in my hair and his hand took over. He guided my head up and down the entire length. After a moment, he slid me as far down as I could go, and thrust his hips up to meet me.
I gagged as his cock pushed against the back of my throat. But he didn’t stop. He pulled away and thrust in again and again. Each time making a bit more progress on shoving his cock down my throat. When it happened, I couldn’t believe it.
Drool was escaping my lips and running down his balls with each contraction of my throat. I felt my chest tighten as I struggled to breathe, but he held me down. I gagged on his fat cock over and over again until he finally pulled it from my mouth completely. I gasped for air. Coughing, I looked up at him and he had this look of lust in his eyes. My dad was not here fucking my mouth. This was a man who was so eager to use me, he had clearly never thought of anything else. I was panting, trying to catch my breath when he pushed his cock back into my mouth and began thrusting over and over. He used my mouth like a fuck toy. He began grunting and I felt his cock swell between my lips. It was almost as though he had plugged my mouth with that enormous cock. Both hands now tightly grasped my hair and forced my face to be used. I was moaning and gagging. Doing everything I can to gasp for air. Trying my best to plead for a break when he thrust his hips up and shoved his cock all the way down my throat. I felt him buck his hips and heard the groan of ecstasy as his cum flooded my throat. He slowly pulled away and let another rope of cum fill my mouth. As his cock slid from my lips, I felt the wet string of saliva stick to my chin.
I stayed there, trying to ease the burning in my chest, calming myself. I was actually worried I would pass out. How could he do that to me?! How could he just use me like that?
I got up and didn’t even look at him before I went into my room.
I had so many feelings running through my mind. I couldn’t even begin to sort them out.
I took off my T-shirt that was now soaked with my drool and even a bit of his cum. As I did, my fingers grazed over my nipples and I shuddered. My body was on edge. I desperately wanted to be used. But.. by my dad?
I decided taking a shower was the best thing to cool me off. I let the steam fill the room, fogging up the glass shower doors. I stepped inside, allowing the hot water to run over me. All thoughts left my mind as I closed my eyes and ran my fingers through my hair.
I let out a deep moan of relaxation as I began to run the bar of soap over my body. As my hands slipped between my thighs, I wasn’t surprised with how much slick wetness was being held within my slit. I enjoyed our little encounters. But there is a reason it didn’t go further. We would have fucked by now if there were ever a chance.
And I really wanted to fuck. I moaned softly as my fingers slid into familiar territory. Sliding into my wet pussy, imagining and remembering what his tongue felt like. Wanting to feel more. I pushed two fingers inside myself. My eyes closed and I remember a cold chill running over my body as if the room suddenly got cold. My nerves were on edge and I leaned back against the cool tile wall as I teased and circled my aching clit. My pussy throbbed and I whimpered, trying to stifle my sounds as I felt the pleasure build up and rock through me. My body tensed and I felt the twitches run up my legs and down my arms.
I turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around me before stepping out. That’s when I realized my clothes in front of the bathroom door had been shoved over as though the door had been opened, pushing my clothes against the wall. I felt a tightening in my chest, an ache.
I wasn’t worried that he had opened the door. I was worried that I was once again turned on that he had acted to his own desires.
I knew I just needed some sleep. That would cool off my brain and my hormones!
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Dad and I had gone out on our own the next day. Which was good. We needed time alone to figure this out.
When I got back to the house, he was just about to serve dinner. I took a quick shower, begging my body not to touch myself right now… I didn’t have time and I was hungry.
I quickly washed up and threw on a long T-shirt.
Before I could make my way to my seat, my dad invited me to sit on his lap again.
I bit my lip in anticipation as I wondered where this would lead. I nodded my head and sat on his lap, this time with my legs both to one side. No funny business this time.. I thought.
There was one plate of food in front of us and a fork. He wrapped his arm around my waist, and the other reached out to pick up the fork. He brought a piece of roasted potato to my mouth. I parted my lips to take the bite when he pulled it away and blew on it. I smiled and kissed his cheek.
“Thank you Daddy. I don’t want to burn myself.”
He smiled and let me take the food. I chewed slowly. I was hungry, and the amazing food made me forget for a moment that I was sitting on his lap without any panties on.
I was chewing another bite he had fed me when he asked me to stand for a moment so he could readjust. I hadn’t thought about what I was doing when I sat back down the way I usually do.
My back to his chest and my legs on the outside of his.
As soon as I felt his other hand go around my waist, holding me there, I knew I made a mistake.
I swallowed and took a deep breath. Taking inventory of the situation.
He rocked in his seat and pulled me back against him. He groaned into my ear as I felt his cock slide against my pussy. A lustful moan escaped my lips as his cock peeked out between my thighs. His cock was sliding across my needy slit and he wasn’t fucking me.
I writhed a little on his lap but he held tight to me, not letting me go. His hands began guiding my body, encouraging my hips to rock back and forth. And why wouldn’t I? It felt amazing. His hard massive cock was rubbing up against my clit. I wanted to cum so badly. I wanted to be fucked. I wanted to feel his cock own me. Then we could be done. Right?
I moaned and whimpered, “Pleaseeee… “
“Shhh” Is all he said.
The whole time, sliding his cock through my wetness, teasing me.
I lost track of time as I stared down at his cock slipping against my pussy, slick with my juices. His fingers teased at my nipples and I only wanted more. I began rocking my body more for my own pleasure. Writhing in just the way to please my needy clit. I needed much more, but an orgasm would take the edge off.
I ground my hips in long bucking motions as I found myself on the edge. I moaned out as I felt myself cum. He held me tightly and I watched as he shot his cum all over my pussy and thighs. He panted in my ear as I trembled. My body was weak. I was tingling everywhere and I didn’t want it to end.
He wouldn’t let me get up until I had finished my dinner. Even luke warm, it was still delicious.
I tossed and turned most of the night. I had a very intense dream. I couldn’t remember all of it. I was so out of it. So exhausted from the mental battle in my mind. I was feeling horny. I think I left the window open because it was cold. I had kicked my blanket off during the night and was too tired to sit up and retrieve it. I rolled over to my stomach, deciding as long as my chest and stomach was warm, I could manage.
My dream had me moaning. I remember wanting to feel his hands on me. And then I did feel them. I asked him to make me feel good like he did before. But I could feel his words next to my ear, telling me I needed to take what I wanted. I just whined and wriggled my bottom as if that would be answer enough. I felt his warmth hovering over me. My thighs felt warm. And then my ass… it was almost like I was getting a massage. I remember feeling a lot of warmth right between my thighs.
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