Novel & Cerita Sex Story Dad

Dad inhaled through his nose, slow and sharp. “So… the things he was yelling in the hallway. About you and his—” He cleared his throat. “His… member. You did those things?” “Daddy,” I said quietly, “I’m grown. I’ve done some things. But I never had sex with Crandon.” Crandon laughed. “You never had vaginal or anal sex with me, but oral, well that’s different.” The room froze. My father didn’t think, he just moved. Hand out, across the table, and he smacked the shit out of Crandon before anyone blinked.

"Yeah well I still have parents who are Homophobic, highly homophobic, and I'm talking about my Dad. I started realizing I liked men more when I was in college, I had this guy that I was so into and my brother snitched and my Dad summoned me and I fucken denied him, he never spoke to me that day again. My Dad believes a gay man is a woman and he trained us to be men. One of the reasons I'm a sex addict, I'm using women to help me forget the fact that I'm into men more. And my Dad will never let me have that company if he finds out about it, he would even preferably close it down and die, the cancer might not even kill him but the truth will. So I cannot afford to loose everything. That night

"Oh daddy! Fuck me harder! Fuck me! Fuck your little stepdaughter's littke pussy. Arhhhh! Yesss!" Her throat dried and her eyes went wide in shock. Her step daddy was watching a sex video. It wasn't just a random video, but a sex video of father and stepdaugther. Sandra's curiosity got the better of her when she crept a little bit closer to the door. Her step Daddy's attention was glued intently at the computer screen and she saw his hand moving, making a back and forth motion under his desk. Sandra did not need any prophet to tell her that her step daddy was stroking himself. With the manner he was stroking his dick, she could tell that he was about to cum.

It was messy sex, but I didn't care. My dad's body felt slippery on top of mine. I could feel his chest rubbing against my nipples. The room was filled with our heavy breathing. My dad was moaning as he rocked himself forward and back. His cock filled and stretched me, opening my pussy from within. It was the most wonderful sensation I had ever experienced. Droplets of sweat dripped from his skin, landing on my chest. I swear I heard each drop sizzle. Gazing up at him, I saw water beaded across his forehead. His face was contorted with lust. My mouth was open wide as I fought to catch my breath.

“Fucking pathetic. You’re dripping like a faucet. Does cheating on my dad turn you on this much?” “Yes,” I whimper, pushing back against his hand desperately. “Please, Sir… I need it.” He slaps my ass hard, the sound sharp in the quiet cellar. “Greedy slut.” Then he lines up his thick cock and pushes in with one brutal thrust. I bite my arm to muffle my moan. The stretch is incredible — burning, perfect, filling me completely. He bottoms out, balls deep in my married cunt, and stays there, grinding deep. “Feel that?” he growls against my ear. “That’s your stepson’s cock owning your pussy now. Every time you sit next to my dad, you’ll remember how I stretched you open right under his roof.”

I had heard him complain many times that Axel was ahead of him, which had led him to recover all his subjects in those weeks and to buy the material for next year so as to study it this summer and be able to give the exams quickly. That I hate. I approached Dad and threw my arms around his neck from behind, kissing him on the cheek. "Good thing I’m like you," I said, complaining. Dad laughed and pat me on the arm, I sat down and took my chicken box. "You know what I heard today?" Mom said as she ate. "What?" Dad replied. "You know the Darwood's son?" Dad nodded, "Apparently he had a secret affair," Mom said outraged. "But wasn't he married?" I asked.

Jack said, interrupting his train of thought. Dex turned and frowned for a moment. "Are you..." "I'm good... I'm good, and I don't mean to sound judgmental. I just... I can't believe that... our dad... had sex with her." Dex considered it from his brother's point of view and couldn't fault his logic. "Just... put yourself in dad's shoes. It's been 15 years or so since he's actually had sex and there's this ridiculously sexy and flirty girl that's begging you to fuck her. Then she gets all spread eagle on the counter at a party where you've been tormented by dozens of naked young women half the day. You're telling me that you're not going to do what he did?"

*“You really don’t know who you’re sleeping with, do you?” Her stomach dropped. She typed back quickly: *Who is this? What do you mean?* No reply. Her fingers trembled. Her mind raced. Her hands went cold. Her heart stuttered. The truth, now fully formed in her mind, was too surreal to believe — and too obvious to deny. She had fallen in love with her ex-boyfriend’s father. And he knew. He’d known all along. Yet he still touched her like she was his beginning — not the bridge to his past.

Amanda I suddenly woke up feeling the intense pleasure under me. Am I dreaming? What time is it? Ahhh....this is too good, maybe I should get back to my dream...mmhh... "What the...oh my...fuck baby...." Dale was under the cover tasting me, my thighs were spread apart as he fuck me with his tongue. I was gripping his hair keeping him close to mine. He was taking me higher and higher until... "Daddy! The door...it's lock!"

I recognized him instantly; I had seen him many times in Mark’s photo albums. Up close, his presence was staggering. He didn't look his age at all. If I didn't know he was Mark’s father, I wouldn't have guessed he was older. He had a powerful, athletic build, as if he spent a lot of time at the gym. While his aura was mature, his face remained strikingly handsome. It felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over me. I couldn't move my hands, and I couldn't even close my mouth in shock at this unexpected meeting with my boyfriend’s father.