Fathers and Daughters: Volume 5
I wasn't planning to go out that evening. No college, no friends. Just sitting at home -- a real downer for a horny 20-year-old girl. But this time, things were different.
Dad poured himself a generous glass of whiskey with plenty of ice, then perched in front of the TV to catch his favorite show. His outfit? Nothing more than shorts and flip-flops, showcasing his toned chest and legs, drenched in black hair, belonging to a fine-looking gentleman approaching his 50th birthday.
I kicked things off with a mouthwatering bubble bath. Ditched my clothes and slid under the tepid water of the shower, shivering.
With a tiny pair of scissors, I trimmed the wild hairs on my private area. Tidied up the soft, golden tresses, leaving a smooth patch of hair nestled between my legs and a dainty poetic triangle at the crotch of my panties. I take great care of my lady garden, and for good reason: most guys rated me a class-A pussy.
Donning white skimpy panties and a short, light summer dress -- complete with a neckline plunging down to show off my perky breasts, since I skipped the bra -- I admired myself in the mirror. I'd turned into a saucy, sexy babe. What guy with a hard-on could resist?
Pleased with the look, I made a move to the kitchen. Cooked up a healthy snack: porridge, as I was craving something sweet and smooth. With that done, I strode into the living room.
Dad's gaze took in my knees, sexually charged by the soft pink panties visible underneath my easy-breezy dress. His eyes crept up, checking out my firm cleavage. Those firm breasts were as exposed as they could be, thanks to my flimsy attire. His gaze also fell on my petite ass, devouring its bare perfection. Dad had a real fetish for derrieres -- even those of his daughters.
"Hi, dad," I said, angling my body next to him. Our arms and legs rubbed against each other, and something stirred inside his shorts. I noticed the unmistakable signs of arousal. Quite noticeable was my wet womanhood, which primed his hard-on. Unaware of this, Dad continued admiring the view, while I warmed up his cock with anticipation.
"Hey, pour me some whiskey, daddy," I demanded, flashing an innocent grin. He complied, loading up the glass with ice cubes and whiskey before handing it to me with equal enthusiasm. We clinked glasses, making a lovely racket.
"I sure enjoy your company, home or out in the open," I said, curling up against his side. "You make me feel safe, protected, and encouraged."
"You squeeze? No boozing, young lady!" he exclaimed, his stern tone holding a hint of humor.
I grinned, though I remembered the last time I tried that. A week before. A huge party with friends, loads of guys, and wild fun. Extra drinks and cocktails, including gin, vodka, and martinis. Ended up way drunker than planned. Guys kissed me, danced with me, and even touched me intimately while I hugged and kissed back. A lot of guys, in fact, felt it necessary to glide their hands into my light, thin panties, exploring my wet sex.
I stumbled home, wobbly as hell. Dad was there at the door with a supportive smile. He escorted me inside, refilling my water glass and handing me a sports drink. He shooed me toward the bathroom and stripped me. Turned on the shower and alternated between hot and cold water to wake me up. Then, he instructed me how to lie down, reassuring me that I'd feel better in the morning.
He tucked me into bed, skimming his fingers through my short, damp hair. My heart melted at the loving gesture, as my eyelids drooped and closed.
He looked at me on the bed, and as he sat down, he began to touch my breasts, my stomach, my buttocks, and my thighs. His left hand rested on my vagina, while he stimulated himself with his right hand on his hard penis.
This stopped when he came. He then turned off the light and left.
In the morning, I saw the remnants of his cum dripped onto the sheet and the floor next to the bed. I wished he had deposited that on me instead, during the act. It would have been a pleasure for him. When I inquired as to why he hadn't finished, he assured me that I was unwell, intoxicated, and he didn't want to defile his sleepy daughter.
A handsome man, a caring father, and a gentleman.
"Don't worry, daddy, tonight won't be the same; I'll be sober and appreciate your company," I asserted.
Dad smiled.
I then got bolder, assuming a more abusive stance. I sat on his lap. But in this comfortable armchair, my short dress no longer covered my thighs, exposing them. Dad also noticed this.
I felt my bare legs against his bare, hairy legs. This was a warm, lovely sensation.
My rear, barely covered by the delicate panties, touched his stiff dick. I knew from experience how long his penis could grow when aroused. And now, I could feel it between my legs, underneath my dress.
Not all girls or certain individuals claim women only get aroused in the pussy. It occurs not only there, but also in the rear end.
That was my case.
When filled with desire, my pussy becomes wet, but that doesn't prevent my rear end from experiencing pleasure and desire.
Sitting there, on my father's lap, his naked penis pressed against my buttocks and panties, was a vivid demonstration. My pussy pulsed, but my yearning rear end was also excited.
Dad moved a bit, rubbing his dick against my buttocks and panties as best he could.
This was fantastic, as I desired him to take the lead and try something.
"How are you feeling, daddy?" I inquired innocently.
"I'm excellent, daughter. You?" he inquired, attempting to foster a normal conversation.
"I adore what's occurring and how I'm feeling," I answered, my voice dripping with malice. I then took both of his hands and placed them on my thighs, which had now become completely bare.
"Is that okay, daddy?" I continued my provocation.
"Fantastic, fantastic, my dear, very good," Dad was overjoyed, and it showed.
He started to caress and explore my thighs, touching the top and inner side. The further up he went, the closer he came to my panties. He almost touched me there. I was enjoying myself. I desired him to be more daring, inch upward.
He did.
Dad's fingers reached my panties. He touched her.
With me sitting on his lap, the dress completely lifted, my thighs exposed, my panties clearly visible, he employed his fingers, pulling the right side of the underwear to the left. He pulled it away, exposing my pussy. The gentle and soft caress of my blonde vagina was now felt as he brushed his fingers across my opening. Up and down. And he inserted his middle finger. He pushed it all the way in. My slit was very moist, damp, and abundant in lubrication.
He enjoyed this.
And he increased his finger's motion inside my slit. A father's finger probing his daughter's pussy.
An uncommon, unusual emotion shared by few parents - experiencing the pleasure of discovering their daughter's vagina.
I was one of the fortunate ones.
Dad took off his shorts. He stood bare, his cock rigid and upright.
I knelt down and took his cock in my mouth, enjoying the taste of his manhood.
I gave him the pleasurable act of oral sex that most men fantasize about: his cock being sucked by a willing woman.
In this instance, it was his daughter's mouth around his erect member.
He moaned and climaxed.
Then I turned around and revealed to him my most enticing part - my ass.
I presented my bottom, displaying my fair, round, attractive, and enticing behind. His daughter's ass.
Dad explored, touched, kissed, bit. It was like a child discovering the beauty of sweets. He was sated by my bottom.
Wrapping his arms around me, he positioned himself behind me and inserted his cock. He gripped my waist, grabbed my hips, and pushed his long penis into my anus.
He fully penetrated me.
And fucked me.
From behind.
Rearing my ass, he gave me anal sex.
He spent minutes fucking me, his cock thrusting in and out of my anus at a growing pace. Frantic.
When he came, he orgasmed, releasing a large load inside my anus that he had been saving from days of abstinence.
"My daughter has a remarkable ass," he remarked.
We stayed still, quiet, holding whiskey glasses, both naked, for around an hour. It was a relaxing feeling, lying naked with my father, hugging him after being sodomized, with my dad's semen still present in my anus, running down my naked buttocks.
An hour later, his cock began to stiffen again.
"Do you want more? Do you want to fuck another time?" I asked with excitement.
"Now to the front. I need a sensual pussy, and this is your alluring little vagina," he said.
I lay on the couch, legs spread wide, naked; let him lie on top of me and, like a raging bull, energetically thrust his long, hard cock into my sexual opening. His cock filled my pussy.
Once more, for seemingly endless minutes, Dad pounded his dick into me, stretching and warming my pussy.
We remained together, close, fucking, until I had an orgasm three or four times and he ejaculated again, still forceful, creamy, thick. Filling my pussy.
We smiled, kissed. He acknowledged, "You're my dear daughter."
After the sex session, I picked up my attire, kissed him goodnight, and went to the bedroom, naked. I lay on the bed and slept. The following day, I had classes at college, and I didn't want to be late.
I slept comfortably, the way girls with pure intentions like to. With my pussy and anus satisfied. This time, it was for my father. A slutty girl to her daddy.
Read also:
- Step-Mother's Spectrum of Intimacy, Sequel 2
- I Recently Had to Sleep with Dad
- Post-Graduation Celebration: Chapter 1
- Sharing Sarah Pt. 02
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