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It was a lazy afternoon, and I was lounging on the couch in my short black nightie, watching TV. My parents always seemed to be arguing, and I couldn’t help but notice that they weren’t as intimate as they used to be.
As I sat there, I heard the bathroom door open, and my dad walked in, still in his deep blue robe from his shower. “Your mum left for work already, sweetie,” he said as he sat beside me on the couch.
I could see him itching his crotch, and I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on down there. “Dad, is everything okay?” I asked, trying to make conversation.
“Yeah, it’s just that your mum used that detergent again, knowing it irritates me, fucking making my balls itch these boxers,” he replied, clearly annoyed.
“Dad, haha, omg, your mouth” I smirked at his use of language, finding it both shocking and amusing.
I couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable as the tension in the room grew. He couldn’t leave him, you know what, alone; it felt awkward for him to do that right next to me. But it wasn’t his fault, I guess.
As we talked, I couldn’t help but notice his eyes wandering down to my cleavage, and quickly he turned away. I felt a little self-conscious but tried to ignore it.
“Dad, I can get you some cream for that if you want,” I offered, trying to ease the tension in the room.
“Nah, it’s fine, sweetie. I need to adjust myself,” he said, shifting in his seat.
As he did, his robe opened slightly, revealing his thick cock nestled in his boxers. I couldn’t help but stare, my heart racing at the sight.
“Dad, you should probably close that,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady as I avert my gaze. But I can’t help but sneak a few more peeks, my curiosity improving.
“Oh, I’m sorry, sweetie. I didn’t mean to flash you,” he says, quickly closing his robe. But I can see the bulge in his boxers still, and I can’t help but feel a little turned on. What the fuck is wrong with me? That is my dad; I shouldn’t be staring or thinking of dirty things like that.
With his hand inside his boxers, he’s itching again as he itches and grunts. “Fuck, this is driving me crazy,” he mutters under his breath, clearly uncomfortable.
“Dad, maybe you should take care of that,” I suggest, trying to be helpful.
He looks at me momentarily, his eyes filled with surprise and desire. “Yeah, maybe I should,” he says, standing up from the couch.
As he walks away, I can’t help but watch him go, my eyes drawn to the bulge in his boxers. I feel guilty for staring, but I can’t help it.
A few moments later, I heard the bathroom door close and sighed in relief. I can’t believe what just happened, and I feel a little dirty and ashamed.
But at the same time, I can’t deny the excitement and arousal I feel. I’ve never thought of my dad like that before, but now I can’t get the image of his cock out of my head.
I try to shake off the feeling and focus on the TV, but my mind keeps returning to that moment. I can’t help but wonder what would have happened if I had followed him into the bathroom.
But I quickly push the thought away, knowing it’s wrong and inappropriate. I need to forget about what just happened and move on.
As I sat there, my heart raced, and my mind wandered, unable to concentrate on anything but the desire that consumed me. The restlessness gnawed at me, a yearning that demanded to be sated. I knew I wouldn’t find peace until I relieved this ache.
I glanced around the room, ensuring my dad wasn’t nearby. Then, I lifted my nightie, exposing my bare thighs. A deep breath escaped me, and my hand slowly drifted down, lingering at the edge of my soaked panties.
My fingers pressed against the damp fabric, tracing the outline of my pussy. A low moan escaped me, my mind filled with filthy thoughts of my father’s cock. My hand moved lower, and I slipped my fingers under the edge of my panties, feeling the wetness and heat of my pussy.
My fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles, my breaths growing shallow. I closed my eyes, imagining my father’s thick, throbbing cock sliding deep inside me. I was so fucking wet, so turned on by the thought.
I couldn’t resist any longer, so I hooked my fingers into the side of my panties and slid them down, revealing my glistening labia. I sucked my two fingers, tasting the sweet tang of my juices. Then, I slid them inside me, my pussy gripping them tightly.
My moans grew louder, more frantic, as I plunged my fingers deeper, faster. My hips bucked, my body shuddering with pleasure. I was so close, so fucking close. I was on the verge of exploding, the pleasure building to unbearable levels.
Suddenly, I heard the door creak open, and my dad’s voice, filled with shock and embarrassment. “Oh Sarah… what are you… erm… I will leave you to it.” He had caught me, red-handed, fingers deep inside my pussy.
My cheeks burned with shame, my eyes wide with disbelief. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I had just been caught masturbating by my dad, and I didn’t know what to say or do.
“Dad, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… um… I just… got carried away,” I stuttered, trying to explain myself.
My dad’s face was bright red, his hands covering his crotch. I could see the bulge in his pants, and I knew I had turned him on. “It’s okay, Sarah. I understand. But maybe you should… um… find somewhere more private to do that,” he said, his voice strained.
I nodded, my cheeks still burning with embarrassment. I knew I needed to be more careful in the future. I couldn’t risk getting caught like that again.
“I’m sorry, Dad. I’ll… um… go to my room now,” I said, quickly standing up from the couch. I was still so fucking turned on, but I knew I couldn’t finish in front of my dad.
As I left the room, I couldn’t help but think about what had just happened. I had just masturbated in front of my dad, and he had caught me. The thought was so wrong, so twisted, but I couldn’t deny how fucking hot it had been.
As I slinked towards my chamber, a torrent of conflicting sensations surged through me. A cocktail of embarrassment, guilt, yet undeniable excitement and lust coursed through my veins.
My mind was a whirlwind of sinful thoughts, dominated by the forbidden allure of coupling with my own sire. It was wrong, twisted, and perverse, yet I couldn’t purge it from my wicked imagination.
As I sprawled on my bed, my digits couldn’t resist the urge to wander, indulging in filthy fantasies. I knew I should exercise restraint, but my sinful desires overpowered my reason.
My fingers moved with reckless abandon, matching the frenzied tempo of my increasingly fervent moans. The ecstasy built within me, my body quivering and shuddering with each illicit caress.
Just as I teetered on the precipice of blissful release, a gentle knock echoed through the room. “Sarah, are you alright?” my father inquired, his voice laden with concern.
“Yes… yes… oh fuck”, I couldn’t help myself. My fingers moved faster, my moans growing louder and more unhinged.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the door was ajar, revealing my father’s furtive gaze. He was watching me, a silent voyeur to my wicked indulgence.
“Fuck, oh mmm, don’t just watch. Come in and help me, Daddy” I couldn’t believe the words that tumbled from my lips.
As my fingers continued their sinful dance, my moans grew more desperate, my pleas more shameless. “Daddy, I’m so close. Please, touch me.” I discarded all sense of propriety, yielding to my carnal desires.
To my surprise, my dad hesitated momentarily, then stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. He approached the bed, his eyes locked onto mine as I continued to touch myself.
“Sarah, this isn’t right. We shouldn’t be doing this.” He said, but I could see the desire in his eyes.
“I don’t care, Daddy. I want you. Please, fuck me.” I begged, spreading my legs wider.
With a deep breath, my dad pulled down his boxers, revealing his hard cock. He climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between my legs.
“Sarah, this is wrong. I’m your father.” He said, but he didn’t stop.
“I know, Daddy. But I want you so bad.” I whispered, wrapping my legs around his waist.
He pressed the head of his cock against my pussy, and with one thrust, he entered me. We both gasped as he filled me up, his cock hitting my cervix.
“Oh god, Sarah, Ahhh, you feel so good, it’s been a while since I have had a pussy.” He groaned, starting to thrust in and out of me.
I met his thrusts with my own, our bodies slapping together in a rhythmic motion. I reached up and grabbed his shoulders, digging my nails into his flesh as I felt the pleasure build inside me.
“Daddy, fuck me harder. I’m so close.” I moaned, my pussy clenching around his cock.
He picked up the pace, pounding into me with reckless abandon. I could feel his balls slapping against my arse as he fucked me. My bed squeaked and shook and rocked and banged against the wall. I rubbed my clit hard and faster as I watched my dad’s cock slide in and out my tight cunt fast.
He started to get into it as he continued to penetrate my vagina hard as I lifted off my nightie, revealing my tits. His eyes widened as he leaned forward, still pounding the fuck out of me.
“Oh god, Sarah, you feel so good; I’ve missed this,” he groaned, his thrusts becoming faster and more intense. He put his mouth around one of my nipples as he continued to hammer away at me. Fucking me on the same bed he used to tell me bedtime stories on years ago. I never thought years down the line, he would be fucking me on my bed.
I could feel every inch of him inside me, filling me up and hitting all the right spots. I moaned loudly, my pleasure building up inside me.
“Daddy, yes, just like that. Harder, please, ughh… oooh… fuc… fu… fuck, plea… please fuck me harder,” I begged as he picked up the pace.
As he fucked me harder, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. My body tensed and shuddered with each thrust, my moans growing louder and more intense.
“Sarah, I’m about to explode,” he groans, his thrusts growing erratic and unsteady. I can feel his heart pounding against my chest, matching the rhythm of his cock sliding in and out of my soaked pussy.
“Me too, Daddy,” I pant, my pussy clenching around him, trying to pull him deeper inside me. I can feel my orgasm building, the pressure growing stronger and more intense with every thrust.
With one final, powerful lunge, he buries himself deep inside me, his cock twitching as he releases. I can feel his hot, sticky cum filling me up, coating my inner walls and spilling out, trickling down my labia.
“Fuck, Sarah, I’m there,” he grunts, his thrusts becoming slow and deliberate as he savours the feeling of my pussy clenching around him.
“Yes, Daddy, give it to me,” I moan, my nails digging into his back as I ride out my own orgasm. It’s brutal and intense, my entire body shuddering with pleasure.
As he pulls out, his cum glistens on my pussy lips, and I can’t help but feel a sense of primal satisfaction. We’ve just shared something intense and intimate, and it’s a moment I’ll never forget. I can still feel the echoes of my orgasm, the ache in my muscles, and the sticky feeling between my legs.
I can smell the musky scent of sex in the air, mixed with the faint scent of our sweat and arousal. It’s intoxicating, and I can’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction and contentment.
“Ughh, Daddy, that was amazing,” I moan, my head resting on his chest as I catch my breath.
“Yes, it was, Sarah,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing patterns on my back.
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