Me and Daddy – Caught in The Act by vampirevalerie

Literotic asexstories – Me and Daddy – Caught in The Act by vampirevalerie,

Six months had passed since that fateful night of forbidden pleasure with my dad. The evidence of our secret was undeniable, as my body underwent remarkable changes. My belly had blossomed into a round, prominent bump, a testament to the life growing within. But it wasn’t just my belly that had transformed; my breasts had swelled, becoming fuller and more sensitive.

As I sat in the dimly lit room with my dad, the weight of our actions hung heavy in the air. The tension and desire crackled between us, intensified by the physical manifestations of our taboo love. The soft fabric of my shirt strained against my engorged breasts, their ample size a constant reminder of the passion we shared.

My dad’s gaze lingered on my rounded belly, an unspoken recognition of our forbidden connection. His eyes then traveled upward, fixating on my enhanced cleavage. A mixture of desire and guilt flickered in his gaze as he slowly spoke, unable to deny the allure of my changing body.

“Your boobs… they look bigger,” he muttered, his voice low and laden with desire. “I can’t stop thinking about that night, even though I know it’s wrong. But damn, it felt so good.”

A shiver of anticipation ran through me as I met his gaze, my own desires mirroring his. “Daddy, I’ve been craving you,” I confessed, my voice filled with a mix of longing and urgency. “I can’t help but fantasize about reliving that night, feeling your touch and passion once again.”

His eyes darkened with a primal hunger as he leaned closer, his voice a husky whisper. “I shouldn’t want this. It’s forbidden, and the consequences could be dire. But the truth is, I enjoyed every moment of that night, every touch, every taste…”

The room seemed to grow smaller as the intensity between us reached its peak. With a shared understanding, we succumbed to our desires, indulging in the forbidden pleasure we craved.

He slowly reached out, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin of my swollen breasts. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through my body, making me gasp in pleasure. His hands explored the curves and contours of my breasts, kneading them gently as if trying to memorize every inch.

“Mmm, Daddy,” I moaned, arching my back to offer him better access. “They’re so sensitive, just like the rest of me. I.. need, I mean, I want you to fuck me again, and take me to that place of ecstasy. I… I missed your cock.”

Unable to resist, he leaned in, as his lips soaked against my neck. My breath hitched as his lips kissed my neck slowly, sending shivers down my spine. With a longing gaze, I slowly undid the buttons of my blouse, revealing my heaving chest.

As the room grew dimmer, I found myself sitting closely with my dad. The undeniable evidence of our forbidden love was on display as my body underwent remarkable changes. My breath hitched as his lips brushed against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. With a longing gaze, I slowly undid the buttons of my blouse, revealing my heaving chest.

His hand slid across my chest, cupping my heavy breasts. A sigh of pleasure escaped my lips as I tilted my head back, surrendering to the forbidden desire that consumed us. His warm breath tickled my ear as he whispered, “Valerie, this is wrong. I should stop. Your mom will be back soon.”

I let out a moan of pleasure, my voice filled with urgency. “Don’t stop, Dad,” I whispered in response. “What more can go wrong? I’m already pregnant. Mom won’t be home for another five hours. Take me to your bed.”

With a sense of urgency, my dad stood up, his hand reaching out to hold mine. We shared a knowing glance, a silent agreement passing between us. As he led me to his bed, a mixture of excitement and guilt coursed through our veins. It was the same bed where he and Mom had always slept, a place filled with memories of their love.

As we stood at the edge of the bed, anticipation hung heavy in the air. The forbidden nature of our actions only heightened the intensity of our desire. We knew the risks, but at that moment, nothing else mattered.

Gently, he guided me down onto the soft sheets, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through my body. The bed that once belonged to him and Mom now becomes the backdrop for our own forbidden love story.

In the dimly lit room, our bodies intertwined, and our kisses became more urgent and passionate. The weight of our actions, the knowledge that this was wrong, only fueled the intensity of our connection.

As we lost ourselves in the depths of passion, we were both aware of the consequences that awaited us. But for now, in the realm of our desires, time stood still, and the world outside ceased to exist.

My dad’s desire grew more intense as he dropped his belt to the floor. The anticipation filled the room as he gently turned me around and guided me to bend over the bed. With a hungry look in his eyes, he dropped to his knees, his voice filled with longing.

“This time, darling Val, I want to taste you,” he murmured, his words sending delicious shivers down my spine. He slid down my panties, his mouth skillfully working my swollen, pregnant mound and sensitive clit. Waves of pleasure washed over me as he expertly devoured my wetness, his tongue exploring every inch.

I couldn’t help but moan in ecstasy as he worshipped my body, his words of admiration adding fuel to the fire. He delighted in the taste of my arousal, finding the unique combination of pregnancy and desire to be intoxicating. The forbidden nature of our encounter only heightened the intensity of our passion.

“Oh, Daddy, yes,” I gasped, my voice laced with pleasure. “Eat me, savor me… mmm, you know just how to make me feel amazing.”

“You’re so beautiful, Valerie,” he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of desire and guilt. “I can’t resist you anymore. I need to have you, even if it’s wrong.”

My body trembled in response to his words, my own desires mirroring his. I arched my back, offering myself fully to him, and with a firm grip, he entered me from behind. Waves of pleasure surged through me as I gasped and moaned, feeling the fullness of his presence.

He thrust himself into me with an urgency fueled by the forbidden nature of our love. The sounds of our passionate connection filled the room, mingling with our desperate whispers.

“Oh, Daddy Mmmm,” I cried out, my voice filled with a mix of pleasure and longing. “Give it to me… harder. I want to feel you deep inside me.”

He grunted in response, his grip on my hips tightening as he increased the pace. The intensity of our connection grew with each thrust, pushing us closer to the edge of ecstasy.

“I shouldn’t want this, Valerie,” he groaned, his voice strained with desire. “But you feel so fucking good. I can’t resist you.”

As I moaned in response, my body trembled with insatiable need, my wetness dripping down my thighs. “Don’t hold back, Daddy,” I pleaded, my voice dripping with sinful desire. “I want all of you. Fill me up, Daddy. Fuck my pussy and show your naughty girl just how special she is.” With each thrust, the sound of our bodies colliding mixed with the wet, sloppy noises of my dripping pussy, filling the room with a symphony of pleasure.

Feeling the lust consume us, my father’s throbbing cock pumped in and out of my pregnant, eager, swollen pussy, creating a delicious friction that made me quiver with ecstasy. The wet, sloppy noises echoed through the room, a testament to our insatiable desires. The sound of his powerful thrusts mingled with the moans that escaped my lips, amplifying the intensity of our forbidden fuck.

With a devilish grin, he pulled his cock out of my pussy and turned me around, making my heart race in anticipation. I dropped to my knees, my mouth watering as I looked up at him with a sultry gaze. “Guess it’s my turn to taste you,” I purred, my voice dripping with wicked anticipation. My dad chuckled, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and admiration. “Sure, honey. I bet you taste yourself, too. Your sweet, dripping pussy felt so good,” he confessed, his words igniting a fire within me.

With a tantalizing mix of skill and passion, I wrapped my hand around his pulsating shaft, teasing it with a slow stroke. My mouth hovered over the engorged head of his cock, my tongue playfully flicking against the sensitive tip before finally engulfing him in a deep, passionate suck. The wet, sloppy noises of my mouth sliding along his length filled the room, adding an extra layer of intensity to our pleasure.

Feeling the surge of desire and control, my dad tightly gripped my hair, his fingers entwined in the strands as he let out loud, primal moans. “That’s it, baby,” he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. “Suck it, just like that. You’re such a talented girl, taking all of Daddy’s cock.”

I continued fearlessly, my eyes locked with his, my determination unwavering. The sound of his moans filled the room, mingling with my own breathless gasps. The wet, slurping noises of my eager mouth engulfing his throbbing length added to the symphony of our erotic encounter.

With each deliberate movement of my velvety lips and the artful flick of my skilled tongue, I explored every tantalizing inch of his pulsating cock, tracing the throbbing veins and savoring the taste of his desire. The way he quivered and trembled under my touch sent ripples of pleasure coursing through his entire being.

“You love Daddy’s cock, don’t you?” He growled, his voice resonating with dominance and authority. The commanding tone tugged at the deepest recesses of my submissive nature, igniting a fiery passion within me. “You’re such a naughty girl, taking it down your throat like a champ.”

A moan escaped my lips, vibrating around his hard length and intensifying the pleasure for both of us. “Mmm, yes, Daddy,” I mumbled, my voice muffled around his magnificent member. “I love it. I love pleasing you, tasting you. I’m your dirty little girl, Daddy.”

His grip on my hair tightened, a physical manifestation of his pleasure and possessiveness. His eyes bore into mine, filled with a potent mix of desire and dominance that sent shivers down my spine. “That’s right,” he hissed, his voice dripping with raw need. “You’re Daddy’s filthy little slut. And you’re doing such a fucking good job. Keep sucking, baby.”