I never thought I would be in this situation. I always thought my dad was my protector, my provider, and my hero. But now, as he pounds my pussy so damn hard, I can’t help but feel confused and guilty.
It all started when my mom passed away a year ago. Ever since then, my dad has been distant and constantly working late. I understood that he was grieving and trying to provide for our family, but I missed the bond we used to have.
One night, after a few glasses of wine, I mustered up the courage to confront him about it. I knocked on his office door and found him sitting at his desk, looking tired and stressed.
‘Dad, can we talk?’ I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
He looked up at me, his eyes softening at the sight of his daughter. ‘Of course, honey. What’s on your mind?’
I took a deep breath and told him how I missed him and how I wanted our relationship to go back to the way it was before. To my surprise, he stood up and pulled me into a tight hug.
‘I’m sorry, sweetie. I know I haven’t been the best father lately. I promise to make it up to you,’ he said, his voice cracking with emotion.
But little did I know, his way of making it up to me would involve more than just quality time and bonding activities. As the weeks went by, our relationship became more and more physical.
It started with innocent touches, like a hand on my shoulder or a hug that lasted a little too long. But then, it turned into more intimate touches, like his hand on my thigh or a lingering kiss on my forehead.
I should have known that it was wrong, but I couldn’t help the way my body responded to his touch. The guilt ate at me, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop it.
One night, as we watched a movie together, he leaned in and kissed me. At first, I was taken aback and pulled away, but he just looked at me with such longing and desire that I couldn’t resist. We ended up making out on the couch, our hands exploring each other’s bodies.
Before I knew it, we were in his bedroom, his strong hands gripping my hips as he pounded into me, his breath hot on my neck. Despite the guilt and confusion, I couldn’t deny the pleasure I felt. It was wrong, but it felt so right.
As he thrust into me, I couldn’t help but think back to my childhood when he would tuck me into bed and read me bedtime stories. I never would have imagined that one day, he would be pounding my pussy like this.
“Fuck,” I moaned, my voice dripping with lust. “Mmmm, my pussy feels so good.”
The bed rattled beneath us as he continued to move at a fast rate between my legs, his eyes dark with desire. His cock slid in and out of my wet cunt. Each movement sent shivers of pleasure coursing through my body, as I surrendered to the intense sensation.
“Your my princess,” he whispered, his voice filled with both love and lust. “I’m sorry for doing this to you, but damn, your pussy is so tight, honey.”
I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as he continued to thrust into me. With each movement, I could feel my release building, my body on the brink of exploding into ecstasy.
As I gazed up at him, his face contorted with pleasure, I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Fuck me harder Daddy please,” I begged, my tone dripping with need.
He complied, his thrusts growing more urgent, more intense. As we moved together in a frenzy of passion, our bodies crashed against each other, our moans and gasps filling the room.
And then, with one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside me, his release triggering my own. I cried out, my body convulsing with pleasure as we reached the peak of ecstasy together. I could feel hot spurts of his cum shooting inside me, filling me up as I rode out my own orgasm.
We collapsed onto the bed, our breathing heavy and laboured. I could feel his heart pounding against mine as we lay there, basking in the afterglow of our intense lovemaking.
“That was amazing,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. I couldn’t find the words to respond, still lost in the haze of pleasure.