Daddy’s Desires

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When my mother passed away twoyears ago, I began to spend the night in my father’s bed. It was nothing sexual, it was all meant to keep him calm. Hearing him sob himself to sleep all alone broke my heart. So one morning I moved my things into my father’s room, filling the spaces my late mother left empty. I had to save him from himself, and I intended to do anything that required. He never thanked me, but every night when he pulled me in close I knew he appreciated it. I had woken up with morning wood against my ass a few times. I always ignored it, chalking it up to nature. But this morning was different; my father was grinding against me slowly. His breathing was heavy and his voice was hoarse as he whispered, “It’s been so long.” I sat frozen, focusing on the feeling against my behind. Being so close to my father over the past couple years had bubbled up feelings of affection no daughter should have. I spent many a nights masturbating feverishly over him once he fell asleep. Feeling his thick erection against me for such a prolonged time had my pussy throbbing with desire. I could sense the wetness between my legs and squeezed my thighs together desperately. şişli escort bayan Maybe, just maybe, if I pretended to sleep he would stop and things could go back to normal. That thought was completely shredded apart as my father’s hands slid around my waist. He rubbed my abs slowly as he pressed himself harder against me. I couldn’t hold back the moans any longer. My eyes slid open and I pressed back against his hardened member. My father’s voice groaned in response as I locked my fingers with his. Slowly, he lowered his lips to my ear. Nothing was said as he panted heavily, losing himself in the friction of his boxers. “Daddy… I need you.” Begging felt so cliché but I couldn’t stop myself: not any longer. I could feel the ends of my father’s hair brush against my shoulder as he nodded slowly, sliding his hands upwards, underneath the cloth of my sleep top. The soft satin against his hands seemed to keep his hands trembling. After waiting for what felt like an eternity has large palm pressed against the swell off my C cup breasts. I hissed softly, appreciating the feel of his callouses against my hardened nipples. Ever so mecidiyeköy escort bayan carefully he wrapped his fingers around my hardened nub. I squeaked in pleasure as he rolled it between his fingers hungrily. My head fell backwards against his shoulders as I soaked up the feelings he was creating for me. I was completely broken apart, raw to the world. “Are you sure about this?” His voice sounded so needy, yet so scared. I couldn’t find my voice so I simply nodded as I slipped my hands past my waist. My fingers locked around the material of my soft pink thong. With trembling muscles I slid the material down my legs and tossed it onto the floor. I was immediately surrounded in the musky smell of my own wetness. I loved it, wanted it, and needed to taste it. Completely forgetting that my father was even around I slipped my finger between my swollen pussy lips. My clit felt like it was on fire as I slowly began to rub around it in circles. Soft whimpers passed between my lips as my father froze all his actions and watched. My fingers dipped slower, sliding immediately into my depths. In desperation I spread my legs wider apart escort şişli and began to finger myself wildly. My hand was a blur as my eyes clamped themselves shut permanently. Daddy growled loudly before pulling his hands away from me. I stopped immediately, terrified that I had scared him away. As soon as my eyes locked with his, my fingers still buried deep inside my pussy, he pushed his boxers off to reveal his cock. I had felt it against me many times, I had daydreamed about what it would be like, but nothing could have prepared me for the site before my eyes. His cock stood proud at around six inches, but his girth was unearthly. The head was swollen and bright red, obviously tender to the touch. Drops of glistening white precum were clustered around the tip. Veins bulged ever so slightly along the shaft, giving it a nearly whimsical look. Daddy immediately wrapped his hands around his own length and began to tug up and down, his eyes cast between my legs. Slowly I began to work myself over again, my own crystal blue eyes locked on his cock. Side by side we worked ourselves over, getting covered in a glistening layer of sweat. After glorious moments were spent masturbating mutually I stopped suddenly, climbing on top of my father. I straddled his thighs carefully, staring down at the monster nearly between my own legs. My father’s hands landed on my waist as he eyed me suspiciously. This was the moment, it was now or never.

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