Six Nights in New York
byRelentlessOnanism©
“I think I need to go for a piss.” I said.
“Do you think..well…do you…” Her words came to a faltering stop.
“What? What is it?”
“No, it’s silly. I’m embarrassed. Forget I ever said anything.”
“No, go on, you can tell me. How can you be embarrassed, when you think of what we’ve just done?”
“Well…I was wondering…I was hoping…well, can I watch you?”
“Watch me what?”
“Take a piss. Can I watch you take a piss?”
I looked down at her, a vision of incredulity. She blushed furiously.
“I know, I know; I shouldn’t have said anything.” She stammered.
“No, it’s okay. It’s fine. Is that a thing you enjoy then? Watching a guy take a leak?”
“Yes.” She nodded, furiously. “I’ve got a bit of a thing for it. I get turned on by piss.”
“Wow, that’s something I’d definitely didn’t know. You really are your mother’s daughter, aren’t you?”
“Fuck! Are you telling me Mum was into water sports?”
“Your mother was into everything. She was pure filth.”
“Did you do toilet stuff with her?”
“Toilet stuff?”
“You know what I mean.”
“A bit. Like I said, she was a pretty broad minded girl, your mother.”
“Oh. My. God. What about incest? Was she into that?”
“Hmmm, that I don’t know. I wouldn’t put it past her, but she never confessed anything to me.”
“So, can I watch you take a piss?” She asked, a little sheepishly.
“Okay, I guess.”
Fuck, this trip was taking yet another distinctly weird turn.
Thirty seconds later and I was stood in the bathroom, my dick dangling above the toilet. Sadie was stood next to me. Both of us were still naked, and her nails were gently grazing my back and the cheeks of my arse.
“Can I hold it, while you do it?” She said, looking intently at my cock.
“Sure, why not? In for a penny, in for a pound…excuse the pun.”
Sadie reached forward and wrapped her fingers round my dick. For a moment nothing happened, then a small trickle of urine began flowing out, splashing down on the porcelain below. She giggled childishly as the stream of liquid began to increase in pressure. Then she let go of my penis and placed her fingers directly in line of fire. She laughed and gasped as the shower of piss poured over her hand.
Eventually, I dried up and the two of us stood there in silence. She looked a little overwhelmed and overawed by what she had witnessed. But then she caught my eye and stared intently at me.
“Fuck me. Right now.”
So I did.
That’s how the day played out, bouts of intense sex, then periods of rest and recuperation. It seemed we had slipped into these strange new roles – incestuous lovers, not just father and daughter – with relative ease. At some point, she said she wanted to pop out. I offered to join her, but she insisted that wasn’t necessary. She disappeared into her room to get dressed, then she slipped away for half an hour or so. When she got back, she was carrying a small paper bag.
“So, what’s the big mystery then?” I asked.
“What big mystery?”
“Well, what have you got there?” I inquired, pointing at the paper bag.
She smiled seductively.
“KY Jelly.” She replied, raising an eyebrow.
So, that’s why, no more than twenty minutes later, I found myself sodomising my teenage daughter. She’d also bought some paraphernalia to clean herself up, and she had insisted on having an enema, before my cock got anywhere near her anus.
She lay on the bed, holding her legs up, her arms wrapped round the back of her thighs. She was fully exposed, her anus twitching in front of me. She’d already administered a thick dollop of lubricant and I was applying lashings of the stuff to my cock.
“You ever been fucked up the arse, before?” I asked her.
“Nope. Nothing bigger than my finger has ever been inserted up there. You should be grateful, too. You never got to take my virginity, but you’ll be the first guy to come knocking at my back door.”
“Well, that’s something, I suppose.”
I lined myself up and began slowly pushing my dick inside. I’d warned her to relax, and she took it like a champ. In fact, Sadie seemed to be some sort of anal savant. Fathers are often proud of their offspring for a whole variety of reasons, but I am willing to bet there aren’t many who have taken such solace in the fact that their daughter is a natural when it comes to taking it up the bum.
But that was the bizarre nature of this trip, and the bizarre nature of the relationship we were now embarking upon.
Before too long, I was pounding away at her arsehole, my greasy cock sawing in and out of her turgid hole. I leaned down on top of her, bending her double, so I could kiss her deeply, as I fucked her up the bum. My sweat dripped down my nose and splashed onto her face, as the both of us got more and more involved in the nasty sex we were sharing.
There is an intensity about anal sex that no other kind of lovemaking can match. My daughter has a tight snatch, but her anus is even tighter. And I could feel her muscles squeeze and massage my prick. After I shot my load deep into her bowels, she insisted on cleaning me up with her mouth, licking and sucking my slimy pole. Sadie was every inch her mother’s daughter.
We ventured out for a meal that night, in what would turn out to be our last visit to a restaurant for a very long time. That evening the Mayor of New York had announced that all restaurants were to close from five o’clock the next afternoon. We toyed with journeying down to Little Italy, but in the end we just plumped for another nearby diner. For much of the meal, we held hands across the table, like a honeymooning couple.
“You know I wasn’t kidding when I said I could go to university near you. We could be together properly.” She said, as she cut up the grilled salmon on her plate.
“Together?”
“Yes, together. You and me.”
“Isn’t that a bit premature? I mean, we’ve slept together a few times, and now you want to move in with me?”
“Well, it’s a bit of a different story for us, isn’t it? We already know each other. We already love each other. And we like fucking each other, too.”
“That we do.”
“I know this is all a bit strange. Everything has happened so fast. But I want to be with you. I love you.”
“And I love you.”
“Yeah, but I really love you.”
“And I really love you. But you’re eighteen years old Sadie. And I’m nearly forty. And, in case you’d forgotten, I also happen to be your father. How do you think this can possibly work?”
“Because we love each other, and we’ll make it work.”
I had no answer for that, so we finished our meal and headed back to the hotel. For the sake of variety, we slept in Sadie’s room that night. We made love again, slowly, intimately; our naked bodies joined together in the most primal way imaginable. My cock buried deep inside her cunt. When we were finished, we embraced, wrapping our arms round each other. Our foreheads pressed together, our lips touching.
“We will make it work, somehow.” I whispered.
“Thank you, Daddy.” She replied, kissing me softly on the lips.
Sixth night
Our final full day in New York began with Sadie sitting on my face. Soon after we woke up, she pulled back the sheets, revealing her naked body in all its majestic glory. Then she clambered on top of me, grinding her cunt into my mouth. My tongue snaked out between her lips, as my nose rubbed against her clit. I lapped away cheerfully enough as she moved her bum back and forth.
After she had cum a few times, she lay down next to, and we smooched a little. As so often in these intimate situations, she began to play with my cock.
“Do you need to take a piss?” She asked, with a knowing smile.
“Yes.” I replied. “Do you want to watch me go again?”
She nodded enthusiastically and off we traipsed to the bathroom. But once we got there, she suddenly seemed reticent.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Do you think…if…if I got in the bath…do you think you could go on me?”
“You want me to piss on you?”
“Yeah, I do.” She said, biting her bottom lip and blushing furiously.
“Okay, I suppose so.” I replied, a little unsure of myself.
She practically clapped her hands together in glee, before climbing into the tub and getting down on her knees. She shifted back a little, to give me some space. I got in and stood next to her, pointing my dick at her face. She opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out in anticipation. For a few seconds, not much happened, but then slowly I began to urinate. A trickle of yellow liquid became a steady stream. I grabbed hold of my cock and began hosing her down.
Sadie had her eyes closed, but she giggled as the warm piss showered all over her. I aimed for her mouth and she drank away quite happily. Then I squirted all over her tits. Her hand disappeared between her legs and she started to masturbate furiously as my water cascaded on to her face and body.
She squealed and yelped and groaned as the yellow liquid rolled down her body, dripping off her nipples and splashing onto the tub below. Her body shook as waves of sexual energy completely overwhelmed her. With a piercing scream, she came violently, collapsing in a heap, the last few drops of my urine splashing down on top of her.
For a moment or two, she just lay there, bent double on the floor of the bathtub, breathing heavily. Then she pulled herself up, smiling at me. She looked a little overwhelmed, with her wet skin and her matted hair. I suppose I had to remind myself that she was still only eighteen. The power of her sexual urges, the strength of her own fetishes; she was still learning what she liked and what she wanted. Then add on the fact she was committing incest; it may have been a bit too much for her to take.
“Thank you, Daddy. You have no idea how much that meant to me.”
“No, you’re right, I don’t. But if it’s something you enjoy, who cares? Now, perhaps we should take a shower?”
We did, and I fucked her up against the wall. Gallons of hot water washing away my bodily wastes. Her boobs were an even more magnificent sight when they were covered in soapy bubbles. She got back down on her knees and I titty-fucked her for a while, until I came all over her.
We did venture out a little that day, even though all the restaurants and a lot of shops were closing down for the duration. I remember our last stroll round Times Square. The Disney Store was shut. The M&Ms store was shut. The Hard Rock Cafe was shut. The only places that remained open were the souvenir shops, and they were mostly empty. This was normally one of the busiest places on earth, but now there was hardly anyone there. A curious sight to behold.
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