Antonio had never made me feel like that, like I was wanted and I was going to be taken without regrets. He had made me experience ashamed of my consistence 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 good, so arrant, so… healing.

I didn't remember having reached down to my clitoris and starting to play with myself, but I must stimulate. I could get word the squelching speech sound of my wet flesh getting molested by my own script. I hadn't felt the itch to masturbate in so prospicient and now here I was, furiously friggin'myself, pumping two finger's breadth in and out of my kitty while my brain replayed my little affair.

But no matter how I moved, I was ineffectual to get the demand Saami sense of fullness and atonement with just so little.

I needed a man in my twat. I needed pappa, his rooster, his bridge player on my hips, his mouth on my breasts, pulling my hair and manhandling me for his sexual toilet facility. I needed to be devoured and consumed by the fervor of his lust.

I bit down on my backside lip, silencing the needy calls for my daddy every prison term I recreated the sensations he had given birth 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 have to commit up my pop. He was not mine to keep and it would destruct mom if I tried to require him from her. It would probably destroy him too, considering how he had battled with himself before giving into my requirement and fucking me.

He had once asked me if I would regret giving him my eubstance. 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 nerve and body and not let them reign over me. I swore that I wasn't going to need anyone at all and a bunch of former nonsense I that didn't even feel right, or rightful, but that I swore anyway.

Because I needed to be unattackable than this.

And yet when the door opened and I heard dad's sharp inhale, I instinctively spread my wooden leg 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 geartrain of thought.

Was he watching me, I wondered ? He had to be, I did not see 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-omened attraction as he had been in his lust for me.

Instead of abiding by my recent vows, I threw my head back and I used my other paw to spread capable my pussy lips, moaning softly. I wanted him to see the hole where his cock had been buried, hoping that it might make him desire to make full it again.

"Sarai, stop it,"he panted, trying once again to resist me.

I understood why he was trying so hard. I did. I knew it was wrong, for a Fatherhood to jazz his own daughter, but it did not feel wrong at all. It felt right to have him inside me.

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

I didn't have anyone else to change state 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 bathroom, so if we were both unforced, what was the injury in it ?

Mom didn't have to know.

"helper me, daddy,"I begged, rubbing my clit harder."I know you want to jazz me again. You're even looking at my pussy now, aren't you ? It is yours if you want to scarf out it full of shaft again. rush, please, I am so wet for you."

In a split second, pappa was on me, his big, solid arms raising me up from the floor as if I weighed nothing.

"Why are you doing this ?"He barked, low and dangerous."Your mother is in the other room, asleep, and now you know, without a shadow of a doubt, that I am your sire. 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 paw along his duration. He was tough and hot again, burning for me the like way I burned for him. I began to stroke his turncock, determined to jerk him off until he couldn't address it anymore. I could differentiate from his unvoluntary jerky humping into my palm that I was driving him mad with lust. Good.

"Fuck me again, you know you want to. Fill my tight, warmly pussy with your cum."

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

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

This was how I had gotten him started the terminal time too, by pushing him down a rabbit muddle of desire by mean of sheer provocation.

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

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

"Lean against that and bend over, girl. Call me"pa ”, too."

"Daddy,"I purred."My daddy."

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

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

I swallowed hard, shocked that the attempt at humiliation hadn't worked at all. On the contrary, it added a picayune edge to the taboo scenario. Not that it needed any more. There we were, me and daddy, in a sordid motel's privy. I had my kitty in his face, his rooster was rock heavy again and cook to ruin my cunt, while his wife, my mom, was sleeping, unaware of the incestual sex about to bechance ten dance step and a locked door away from her.

"So the only possibility is that your pussy damage,"papa said from somewhere near my crotch.

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

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

"I want to have a look at it, then."

"You used to osculate my ouchies, daddy,"I whispered."Will you kiss my hurt pussy, hold it all unspoiled ?"I asked, trying to sound free, as I put my hands against the tiles.

"appearance me where it hurts."

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

"More, girl, I need you to really lower yourself for me,"he commanded and I bent down as practically as I could in such a captive space.

Daddy pulled my panty to the slope and started to match me, rubbing me and prodding at my entrance.

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

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

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

"A big one, yes,"I panted.

"And it went all the way into your depths, huh ? Balls deep, somebody very naughty fucked every inch of this pretty slight snatch, pounded it hard and immobile. Isn't that so ?"

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This is an excerpt from my Modern dirty series on Smashwords, titled pa 's Healing hint. The series is very intense, full of deep aroused instant and hot, steamy, taboo sex. Blurred lines everywhere in this one !