All Chapters of “Daddy, Will You Ever Love Me?”: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

My angry protest did not slow Jim down. He removed his underwear and then maneuvered me onto my knees on the couch. He got behind me, pulling my shorts down without saying a word. I embraced for what I knew was about to happen. Then I felt it. Jim has his dick at my entrance. Jim was not trying to be nice or romantic as he pushed his dick into me until he had his entire cock berried in my pussy. I gasped, "Fuck, Jim...What are you doing to me."My words seemed to encourage him. He picked up his pace. Jim was pulling my hair while he pounded me like he hated me. Jim told me, "I'm wearing your pussy out. This is what you wanted. Didn't you?"I was trying to keep my moans under control. I did not want Chris to catch us, and I did not want Jim to stop violating me. "FFFUUUCCCKKK, Jim! You are...Oh my fucking God! Jim...you feel so fucking good! OOOHHH...FFF...UUUCCCKKK! You are destroying me, Jim."We suddenly heard the door open, and we both froze. "Hey, everything alright down there?' I

We did not speak during this back-and-forth teasing we did to each other. However, I did realize that he was growing every time I rubbed my foot across his crotch. My father's hands then roamed to my calves. This was new, I thought. We still didn't say a word to each other. Honestly, it felt good having a man's hands rub my legs. I would never have guessed how good my father was with his hands. Sure, he had rubbed my feet before, but this was different. Having his hands on my legs felt different, and I wasn't complaining. I decided to keep my mouth shut and enjoy this feeling for as long as possible.When the game ended, I was in complete comfort. I did not want to move when my father gave me a light spank on my ass. "OK, time for me to go home. I had fun today."The slap surprised me. It snapped me right out of the trans I was in. Dad had never done that before. We were silly with each other, but we were never touchy-feely with each other. I wasn't offended, and as a matter of fact,

"No, not yet. Hurry up so we can get comfortable for the second half." I sat on the couch. My father asked, "Are you going to lie down?"I had contemplated not lying down. I was barely able to withstand the heat my father caused my body, and I didn't want to embarrass myself by losing control. I realized that I hadn't been intimate with someone for almost a year, which made me hornier than usual. I also didn't want to make the situation weird. "Do you mind if I lie down the other way? My neck hurts from stretching it to see the TV."My father was quick, "No, I don't mind. Technically, I'm still on the hook for rubbing you. Put your head on my lap, and I'll rub your neck for you. Does that work for you?"I wasn't planning on having my father rub me anymore. I didn't know how much more I could take before losing control. I figured this would be a safer option, so I agreed. "Yes, Dad. That sounds good. You're the best. I owe you."As I put my head on his lap, I could feel the outline of

My father positioned himself on top of me. Which I thought was a weird way to get a blowjob. He then lowered his lips to mine. I was in shock when his tongue separated my lips. It's funny, I had no problem giving him a blowjob but found the kiss weird. Even though I found it weird, I embraced his tongue with mine. We were going hot and heavy when I felt him at my slit. It dawned on me that he had removed his clothes before getting into bed with me. He was not looking for a blowjob. He wanted to fuck me. As he started to push into my drenched slit, my panic set in. I broke our kiss and whispered through my heavy breathing, "Dad, are you sure? Are you sure this is what you want?"I felt the tip of his dick separate my labia. His breathing was heavier than mine. "Yes, Julie. This is what I want. Do you want it," he asked as he slowly pushed the tip of his dick back and forth through my labia lips.I was hornier than I had ever been in this moment. My body wanted him. My head was trying to

I giggled at how uncomfortable he was as I squeezed by him, saying, "It's cool, Fred. No worries." I went into my room and could see how red I was in my mirror. That was weird, I thought. None of my father's friends had ever gotten weird like that around me. It was even weirder for Fred to get weird around me like that because I spent more time around him from all the time I had spent with his son, Jay.I got over my embarrassment and dried myself. I threw on a pair of leggings and a comfy T-shirt, my typical clothes when I am home taking care of my father and his friends. The only comfort of having small breasts is the fact that I didn't need to wear a bra all the time without it being noticeable. I went downstairs, and they had already started drinking. I was told that they were going to watch MMA fighting instead of playing cards tonight. This meant they were going to be more obnoxious than usual. They loved the violence of the fights. They would get loud, while Carlos would want t