Antonio had never made me feel like that, like I was wanted and I was going to be taken without rue. He had made me feel ashamed of my dead body and between him using me and mom being abused, I had somehow convinced myself that sex was humiliating and sickening.

But then with daddy, it had been so goodness, so perfect, so… healing.

I didn't think having reached down to my clitoris and starting to encounter with myself, but I must have. I could get word the squelching sounds of my wet shape getting molested by my own hand. I hadn't felt the urge to jack off in so long and now here I was, furiously friggin'myself, pumping two finger in and out of my pussy while my mind replayed my little affair.

But no issue how I moved, I was unable to get the exact same mother wit of fullness and satisfaction with just so little.

I needed a man in my cunt. I needed dada, his peter, his custody on my hips, his mouth on my boob, pulling my hair and manhandling me for his sexual public lavatory. I needed to be devoured and consumed by the ardour of his lust.

I bit down on my bottom lip, silencing the needy calls for my daddy every time I recreated the star he had given parentage to in my body.

I knew I couldn't be found out like this by either of them, just like I knew I was going to cause to render up my dad. He was not mine to continue and it would destruct mom if I tried to carry him from her. It would probably put down him too, considering how he had battled with himself before giving into my demands and fucking me.

He had once asked me if I would rue giving him my body. Was he now regretting having had sex with me, I wondered ? I couldn't bear the thought.

I swore to myself that I would exorcise not only Antonio, but also daddy from my heart and torso and not let them govern over me. I swore that I wasn't going to need anyone at all and a bunch of other nonsensicality I that didn't even feel right, or true, but that I swore anyway.

Because I needed to be stronger than this.

And yet when the door opened and I heard dada's sharp inhale, I instinctively spread my legs wider so he could see exactly why I had been hiding in the bathroom.

"I thought you were crying,"he breathed, sounding like he was apologizing for coming in here like that."It sounded like you were crying. For- fuck,"he cursed, completely losing his gear of thought.

Was he watching me, I wondered ? He had to be, I did not hear the door close.

And also, I didn't stop, like he probably hoped I would.

No, I could not do that. I was just as powerless against our ill-fated magnet as he had been in his lust for me.

Instead of abiding by my late vows, I threw my head back and I used my other hand to pass around give my puss sassing, moaning softly. I wanted him to see the golf hole where his putz had been buried, hoping that it might make him want to fill up it again.

"Sarai, break it,"he panted, trying once again to stand firm me.

I understood why he was trying so hard. I did. I knew it was wrong, for a father to fuck his own daughter, but it did not finger incorrect at all. It felt right to possess him inside me.

It felt right for him to come soothe the pain a bad man caused me. It felt right to call for him when I burned with need.

I didn't have anyone else to plow to, who could better understand me and give me what I needed ?

And daddy seemed to want me too, because he had yet to leave the bath, so if we were both willing, what was the injury in it ?

Mom didn't have to know.

"avail me, daddy,"I begged, rubbing my clit harder."I know you want to have sex me again. You're even looking at my kitty-cat now, aren't you ? It is yours if you want to stuff it fully of cock again. hurry, please, I am so wet for you."

In a split mo, daddy was on me, his big, strong coat of arms raising me up from the flooring as if I weighed nothing.

"Why are you doing this ?"He barked, low and dangerous."Your mother is in the early room, asleep, and now you know, without a phantasm of a doubt, that I am your father. You can not be doing this, you can not be this-"

"What, daddy ? This needy for you ? You said I would regret it. I still don't. I never will,"I promised him.

I ran a deal along his distance. He was hard and hot again, burning for me the same way I burned for him. I began to stroke his tool, determined to flick him off until he couldn't handle it anymore. I could tell from his unvoluntary jerky humping into my palm that I was driving him mad with lust. Good.

"piece of tail me again, you know you want to. Fill my tight, ardent puss with your cum."

Frustrated, he pushed me hard enough to have me stumble, and something that was both apprehension and prediction began to brew a storm low in my belly.

I had some estimate of what was coming following, confirmed by him gripping my arm and twisting it up behind my back.

This was how I had gotten him started the go time too, by pushing him down a rabbit kettle of fish of desire by means of sheer provocation.

He would fuck me again, I was sure of it.

He steered me into the bathing tub tub, pressing me against its common cold tiled wall.

"tilt against that and bend over, girl. telephone me"daddy ”, too."

"pa,"I purred."My daddy."

I was not ashamed of my motivation. My sanity depended on this mad sex with him.

"Your hand was between your legs. Now I know that the squawk in heat in Antonio's Pancho Villa was not really you, that it was just a role you had to play, so there's no way you were fingering your kitty-cat and thinking of what happened today."

I swallowed hard, shocked that the endeavor at humiliation hadn't worked at all. On the obstinate, it added a petty boundary to the taboo scenario. Not that it needed any more. There we were, me and daddy, in a scruffy motel's toilet. I had my pussy in his font, his cock was rock hard again and ready to destroy my cunt, while his wife, my mom, was sleeping, unaware of the incestual sex about to occur ten gradation and a locked door away from her.

"So the only possible action is that your puss trauma,"daddy said from somewhere near my crotch.

He had lost the battle against himself, like I knew he would.

"Yes, daddy, it hurts so much,"I played along.

"I want to own a aspect at it, then."

"You used to kiss my ouchies, daddy,"I whispered."Will you kiss my hurt cunt, make it all improve ?"I asked, trying to sound inexperienced person, as I put my hands against the tiles.

"Show me where it hurts."

I pushed back my ass and presented myself to him."Like this, daddy ?"

"More, girl, I need you to really let down yourself for me,"he commanded and I bent down as very much as I could in such a confined space.

Daddy pulled my panty to the side and started to bear upon me, rubbing me and prodding at my entrance.

"Mhm. No wonder it hurts. You poor thing. This cunt looks freshly fucked,"he said,

pushing a thick finger in, curling it and then rubbing a billet inside my pussy. It felt so good, I was melting under his touch.

"A peter's been inside this hole, hasn't it ?"

"A big one, yes,"I panted.

"And it went all the way into your deepness, huh ? Balls deep, mortal very naughty fucked every in of this jolly little pussy, pounded it concentrated and fast. Isn't that so ?"

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This is an extract from my newest colly series on Smashwords, titled Daddy 's Healing soupcon. The series is very intense, entire of deep emotional present moment and hot, randy, taboo sex. Blurred bank line everywhere in this one !