I wake up after a fitful hour or two of deep sleep.
Dad's got one arm around my shoulder. A big muscular leg is wrapped around my two delicate ones. He's snoring softly. I decide to try to unwrap his limbs from my body so that I can get up. G
LOGINI wake up after a fitful hour or two of deep sleep.
Dad's got one arm around my shoulder. A big muscular leg is wrapped around my two delicate ones. He's snoring softly. I decide to try to unwrap his limbs from my body so that I can get up. GMy dad and I had been fucking for a few months before the scene this episode will describe took place. I was settling into the routine of it, even. He took me about twice a week -- his restraint I found a little touching. When we got together, after all, he became increasingly frantic and wild in his horniness, in his reaction to the things he made me do with my body.I became good at obeying the rules he'd set down for me:1. Whenever he grunted that he was about to cum, I was to scramble out of whatever position we were in and clamp my mouth around the tip of his cock.2. After his cum entered my mouth, I was to hold it there for a moment before slowly dripping it onto my tits.3. Whenever he tapped me on my shoulde
I think he meant to go slowly and gently and to drag things out -- he slide just the tip in for a few strokes and seemed like he wanted to say something. He'd kept one hand on my hip, the other landed near my head, and his face leaned down toward mine.But in a moment, he had buried his cock, which was amazingly hard, deep in my pussy, stretching it, knocking the air out of me at its deepest thrust. This was followed by quick thrusts, which soon reached a frantic frequency. He pulled his dick nearly out with each stroke and buried it up to the nuts at its deepest reach.I was biting my hand to keep from squealing too loudly -- but his cock felt amazing in my pussy. He was fucking me so frantically that a couple of times, his di
"Yes, daddy.""What do you see there?""That your dick is really hard.""That's right. Now, reach behind you and grab hold of each ankle. There... that's a good girl. Now lick your lips and open that sweet mouth."I did as I was told. It felt so humiliating being on my knees, in the laundry room, in this secret place, with my dad having this hold over me. He slipped just the tip of his dick into my mouth. It felt warm, almost hot, and just a little bit slick already. It was firm but slightly giving, like an almost ripe plum."Swirl that pink tongue all around it, April."It did and he moaned and moaned, and he tensed his hips and moved them slightly. But he refrained from sliding more of his dick into my mou
I wake up after a fitful hour or two of deep sleep.Dad's got one arm around my shoulder. A big muscular leg is wrapped around my two delicate ones. He's snoring softly. I decide to try to unwrap his limbs from my body so that I can get up. Get up and ....what? Take a shower? Leave the house? Call the authorities? I wasn't sure.As I slip out from under, him, though, I feel his hand grip my arm. "Wait just a minute, angel." I freeze, afraid of what may happen next."Tell me what we just did. On your bed. And then you can go. I won't dominate all day, every day, much as I'd want to just own that little hot body of yours every minute I'm awake. But you deserve your space, too. For being a good little...well...what? I want yo
I reach up with my hands to hold it, in the hopes of keeping him from putting more into my mouth, but he grabs my wrists forcefull and holds them behind my head. "Did I tell you you could touch it? Blowjobs are only for mouths unless I say otherwise. Tell me you're sorry."He withdraws his dick so I can talk. "I'm sorry."A slap on my face, not hard, not light either. "Excuse me?""I-- I'm sorry, daddy.""Good. Open." He slips the tip and then another inch into my mouth. He's fucking my mouth now. Strong hands on either side of my head.I start to feel something I didn't expect. Gratitude. For what? My own father fucking my mouth against my will and I feel gratitude. It's hard to explain. I guess what I feel most
Enjoy reading..********I had been in my bed, under the covers, crying, for about an hour and ten minutes, when my father enters my room after knocking very quietly. It's about two A.M. on a Wednesday morning, with the rest of the family asleep and the house silent. He pauses - it feels like for a long time. Then his feet takes quiet steps across the floor. I squirm with a tighter grip on my knees. He sits on my bed."Angel," he says. I feel a hand on the back of my head. He's stroking my hair. "I -- I just want to say that I'm really sorry. And that what happened tonight will never happen again. I've always been --" he takes a deep, pained breath "-- a man who can't keep his emotions in check. And after seeing -- after seeing you.









