Release Me Father

Samantha is a beautiful 24-year-old woman, with long blonde hair that cascades down her back in loose waves. Her piercing blue eyes sparkle with mischief, reflecting the sunlight that streams through her apartment windows. She stands at 5'6', with a toned and tanned body that is the result of her love for fitness and yoga.

As she walks through the family home, she gazes at herself in the mirror. She's wearing a red sports bra that hugs her ample breasts, showcasing her toned stomach and defined abs. Her red yoga pants cling to her curves, accentuating her heart-shaped ass. Her dainty little white ankle socks and red Nike trainers complete her outfit, giving her a sporty and sexy look.

Samantha let out a satisfied sigh as she remembered the intense hot yoga session she had just completed. Her body was still tingling from the heat and her skin glistened with sweat. She could feel the wetness between her thighs, and a familiar feeling of desire and need began to stir within her.

Ever since she was a young girl, Samantha had always had a crush on her father. She couldn't help but notice his fit and athletic body, especially his thick, meaty cock that she had seen glimpses of when he would walk around the house in his boxers. She knew it was wrong to have such thoughts about her own father, but she couldn't help it. She found herself fantasizing about him, imagining his hands on her body, his lips on hers, and his cock deep inside her.

She made her way to the kitchen, hoping to find her father at home. As she walked, she couldn't help but catch glimpses of her reflection in the windows. She smiled, admiring her toned figure and imagining her father's hands running over it. She reached the kitchen and saw her father, John, sitting at the counter reading the newspaper.

John was a tall and muscular man, with dark brown hair and striking green eyes. His chiseled jawline and strong arms made him look like a Greek god. He was 45 years old, but he still had the energy and physique of a much

younger man. He was always active, whether it was hiking, swimming, or playing sports.

'Hey there, sweetie,' John greeted Samantha with a warm smile as she approached him.

'Hey, Dad,' Samantha replied, trying to contain her excitement at seeing him. She couldn't help but notice the bulge in his sweatpants and her pulse quickened.

'What's got you all worked up?' John asked, noticing the way Samantha's eyes lingered on his body.

'Oh, just a really intense hot yoga session. I'm all hot and sweaty,' Samantha replied, biting her lip seductively.

John chuckled, his eyes lighting up with amusement. He couldn't deny that his daughter looked incredibly sexy in her yoga outfit. But he still saw her as his little girl and he tried to push any inappropriate thoughts aside.

'Well, why don't you take a shower and cool off? I'll make us some lunch,' John suggested, trying to be a responsible father.

'I don't wanna cool off, Dad. I wanna get even hotter,' Samantha said, boldly voicing her desires.

'Samantha, we can't...' John started, but Samantha cut him off by straddling him on the stool and pressing her lips to his.

John's initial hesitation melted away as he felt Samantha's soft lips on his. He couldn't resist the temptation any longer. He wrapped his arms around her waist and deepened the kiss. Samantha let out a moan as she felt her father's tongue duel with hers. She had always imagined his kisses to be passionate and he didn't disappoint.

Their mouths were locked in a heated embrace, tongues dancing together as their bodies pressed closer. Samantha could feel the bulge in her father's sweatpants growing harder against her core, causing her to grind against him in response. John's hands roamed greedily over her back, pulling her tighter against him.

The wetness between Samantha's legs verged on unbearable and she needed more. She broke the kiss and began to kiss her way down John's neck, nibbling and sucking on his skin. John let out a low groan as her teeth grazed his Adam's apple.

Samantha moved down to his chest, tonguing and nipping at his nipples, causing them to harden beneath her touch. John let out a growl of pleasure and then pushed his daughter back. He pulled Samantha's sports bra up and over her head, revealing her perky breasts. He took one in his mouth, sucking and licking her nipple as his hands squeezed and kneaded the other breast.

Samantha let out a gasp of pleasure as she felt her nipples harden in response to her father's touch. She moved her hand down to the bulge in his sweatpants, stroking and teasing him through the fabric. John let out an animalistic grunt, his cock throbbing underneath her hand.

Samantha couldn't take it any longer. She pushed John's sweatpants down, revealing his thick and throbbing cock. She licked her lips in anticipation, leaned forward, and then took him in her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around the head.

John's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the wet heat of his daughter's mouth around his cock. He tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her movements as she took him deeper and deeper. Samantha was skilled, moving her mouth and tongue in perfect rhythm. She could feel her father's cock growing even harder in response and his groans of pleasure spurred her on.

John couldn't believe how amazing it felt to have his daughter's wet and warm mouth on his cock. His hips bucked involuntarily, thrusting into her mouth as he neared the edge. But he didn't want it to end just yet.

'Stand up, baby,' John commanded, his voice hoarse with desire.

Samantha complied, standing in front of her father in her red yoga pants. John pushed them down, revealing her wet and bare pussy. With her yoga pants wrapped up around her ankles, he took his time to gently remove them one by one, taking care to pull them gently over her red trainers which

she was still wearing. He knelt down, spreading her legs wider and burying his face between them.

Samantha's breath hitched as she felt her father's tongue on her clit, flicking and teasing her. He buried two fingers inside her, filling her and pumping them in and out. Samantha's hips bucked against his face, her hands gripping the counter for support. The pleasure was intense, and she could feel herself building towards her release. Her feet were in the air, her little white sports socks and red Nike trainers the only thing she was wearing. She could feel the weight of the trainers on her feet offering a naughty feeling of being not quite naked whilst her father licked at her young pussy.

John could feel Samantha's wetness, her pussy clenching around his fingers. He knew she was close, and he wanted to drive her over the edge. He added a third finger, sliding in and out of her with more force. Samantha's moans and cries of pleasure urged him on, and he felt her body shake as she finally came.

Samantha's legs were trembling as she rode out her orgasm. She could feel the wetness on her father's face, and it only turned her on even more. She wanted him inside her, filling her completely.

'Fuck me, Dad. Please,' Samantha pleaded, looking at her father with desire and need in her eyes.

John didn't need any more encouragement. He removed his sweatpants and positioned himself behind his daughter. He gripped her hips firmly, pulling her back slightly and aligning his cock with her wet and ready pussy.

'Are you sure, Samantha?' John asked, wanting to make sure she wasn't doing anything she would regret later.

'I've never been more sure about anything in my life,' Samantha replied, looking back at him with determination.

And with that, John pushed into her, burying his meaty cock deep inside her. They both let out cries of pleasure as he filled her, their bodies becoming one. He began to thrust, moving in and out of her in a steady rhythm. Samantha met his thrusts with her own, her nails digging into the counter as she chased her next release.

John's hips slapped against her ass, the sound echoing through the kitchen. His cock was thick and hard, hitting all the right spots inside her. They were both lost in the pleasure, their bodies slick with sweat and desire.

'Harder, Daddy. Ride me harder,' Samantha moaned, her voice laced with desperation and lust.

John did as she asked, pounding into her with more force. Samantha's moans grew louder and more urgent, her pussy clenching around him as she approached a second climax. John could feel his own release building as well, and he reached around to rub her clit, intensifying her wet pleasure.

And then they were both tumbling over the edge, their bodies writhing and convulsing in ecstasy. John's cock shuddered as stream after stream of his thick cum shot deep into his daughter's soaked pussy. They cried out each other's names as they rode out their orgasms, their bodies trembling, and their minds consumed by pleasure.

As they both came down from their high, John pulled out of his daughter's drenched hole. Her pussy dripped juices all down her inner thighs. John's still erect cock was covered from the tip to his balls with their cum. They both basked in the afterglow, their hearts pounding in sync.

'Was it everything you imagined, baby?' John asked, kissing Samantha's temple gently.

'It was so much better,' Samantha replied, snuggling into his chest.

They both knew that what they were doing was forbidden and wrong, but in that moment, they didn't care. All that mattered was the intense love and passion between them.