Daddy, It Hurts

It was n't the first meter we had an argument, but it was the kickoff time we had a job because I was going out with a boy. I was standing in forepart of the sink washing the smasher since daddy had cooked for us, and he was getting ready to go out with his friends.

I had just got home from school when we decided to cook and have dinner together. I just had the time to take off my jeans and trade for a more comfortable duet of cotton shorts, but I kept on the conservative white shirt I liked. As it was long, it looked like I was wearing only that.

He was making me mad. I always understood him, and even though jealousy hit me at sentence, I encouraged him to go on dates. However, he was having a yob time letting me go on a single one. My dad was thirty-five, so, technically, he was vernal. My mom died giving birth to me when she was my age, and she would be thirty-two long time old today. Therefore, I always thought he deserved to cause the most see daughter ever. He had lost his high-pitched shoal sweetheart just like that and had to embark on caring for me instead of enjoying his spirit. But being always understanding was arduous since my dad was Helen Newington Wills all the time and furious. mass say he was always like this and that my mom fell in honey with the rebel he was in school.

She was a Brazilian immigrant, and they say she was hands down the most beautiful girl in our Town. Tall and slender, she had long and crinkled brown haircloth going all the way down to her butt. Every time I saw her pictures, I noticed how much I looked like her. The conflict was, I 'm suddenly and have slightly bragging breasts, probably affair I inherited from the Italian side of my dad 's family unit. I even kept my hair long as hers, and I loved it, even though it was a little complicated to tend to such recollective hair at times. I never met her, but it was overnice to cause something in common. Some kind of admonisher that, once, I had a mom.

We had this massive argument because I wanted to go on a date the next day with a boy from high-pitched school, and he said no. I could understand that a handsome guy like him should go out and let fun, not only work to pay our bills. But, when it was about me, he was always that restrictive, and I was getting really wild for that intellect. I had indigence too. Why could n't he understand that ?

So it got to a compass point when I called him a hypocrite.

He got instantly furious, Sir Thomas More than common. He stepped all the way from across the kitchen and to my side angrily, and I thought he would hit me for the first time ever since I was a footling kid. So, I just stood still, my John Brown eye big with fear.

But he stopped and sighed furiously. Then he seemed to let thought twice and, as he turned around, still looking me in the eyes, he slapped me knockout on my butt. I gasped loudly.

The sound echoed through the kitchen, and I let the pan I held dusk into the sink, making even more noise. Then, silence. I could n't move. He could n't move either.

He looked puzzled, trying to call back of what to say. It was as if he did n't experience the intention of doing that. Like it came naturally.

'' Sweetheart, I 'm sorry, '' he said, putting his thumb and index finger finger's breadth on his forehead, like pinching his supercilium. `` I did n't intend to. I used to do this to your mom. I just got carried away. '' Then he thought for a 2d and looked ashamed, `` Christ, and I should n't have said that either. ``

I kept looking at him, not knowing what to do or say. But, soon as he mentioned my mom, all the anger washed away.

'' It 's ok, dad. It did n't hurt. It just got me by surprise. ``

'' It is not ok. You would n't read, '' he said, propping on his elbow over the rejoinder beside the sink, his head down, worried.

Then, it sank in. `` Got carried away, '' and, `` I used to do this to your mom ... ''

I remembered my granddad, mom 's dad, who used to hate my Father. While talking to me, he once let it skid that my father was an `` evil, violent man. '' My grandma almost killed grandpa for that. She scolded him, saying something like, `` adult do whatever they want with their life story, your daughter included. Keep our granddaughter out of this. '' I could say I understood grandpa, too, as Mom was only seventeen when she got pregnant with me. However, I was even younger now than she was when she died, and I already considered myself an grownup, so I agreed the most with grandmother. Whatever went on between my parents back then was their line of work ... But I got curious.

'' Dad, did you use to anguish mom ? '' I asked. `` I mean, between you two, I 'm not talking about domestic violence. ``

At outset, he seemed very surprised. Maybe by how casual it appeared for me to verbalise about something like that. Then, he looked at me, baffled and tempestuous, as always.

'' Carol, it 's dear if you just shut out up, and I go out for my deglutition, '' he said, banging his paw on the countertop.

Somehow, it did n't frighten me. `` Or what ? Are you going to hit me again ? ``

'' Carol ! '' He roared.

I felt a spate of adrenaline and pilomotor reflex. I knew I was pushing him, but I did n't know why. I felt like a weight inside of me was pressing against my most private part, down there, while my heart started to pump faster.

'' You not answering is decent, I guess, '' I said defiantly, returning to the dishwashing when I felt him grabbing me by the shoulder with one hand, and before I realized what he was doing, his early hand bashed against my butt again, hard."AAAAUGH !"

'' Shut up ! '' he yelled at me while I felt the stinging pain finally reaching my brain. It burned.

'' No ! '' I yelled back at him, looking him in the eyes. He looked like a mad man, about to go even crazier.

SLAP !

He hit me again.

'' HUUNGH ! '' I cried, my optic starting to water.

'' Shut the hell up ! '' He screamed in my face.

'' N-NO ! '' I screamed back with a burst voice and instinctively held the edge of the sink with both hands.

SLAP !

"AAAAAUUGH !"I yelped. He was always hitting the like fleck, the right-hand part of my behind, with his big and strong mitt. It tingled and stung. I put my thighs together, feeling my intimate inner parts contract bridge, and a wave of arousal go through my completely trunk. Confused, I held back a moan, and as I did n't get it on what else to do, I decided to feel wild as well. `` piece of tail YOU ! ``

'' WHAT ! ? '' He screamed. It was the number one time I had said something like that to him. He grabbed me by the hairsbreadth, making my drumhead Northerner back, a vibrating ace going down my scalp, cervix, and all the way down my spine, and he started hitting me non-stop.

One. `` AUGH ! '' Two. `` AAUUGH ! '' threesome. `` OWWW !. '' I screamed from the top of my lungs, but nonentity would hear me, as our planetary house was in the back of the lot and surrounded by a immense railway yard with stack of trees.

rent rolled down my to the full cheeks. I trembled all over, but I realized that I was n't trying to cause him terminate ; much the opposite, I was staying as still as possible so he could hit me, and I was almost sticking my stern out for him to have clear stab at my behind.

In the end, I lost count. pa slapped me until he could n't do it anymore, or until he regained his self-control, I was n't sure, but he was breathing laborious, and so was I. He let go of my hair, and I could experience him looking at me for some time while catching his breathing space. I just looked down, sobbing, panting. It was n't what he did, and it was n't the burning pain. It was embarrassing to me.

'' Sweetheart, I 'm drear. I 'm really sorry. I 'm going out before I do something I 'll regret even more, '' and then he stormed out. Even though I tried, I could n't say anything. I stood there shaking, fingers clawing at the sink 's boundary. I had no estimate why I had done that, and mop up, why it aroused me so much. It was undeniable, as I could feel I was completely wet. I heard him bashing the doorway closed, and then he started his car and drove off.

I took a mystifying breath and tried to assimilate what had just happened. I went to my bedroom and lowered my boxers in front of the mirror. There was a pictorial red area on my lower buttock where he focused his assault, which stung. His words rundle in my ears `` ... before I do something I 'd regret even more. '' Was he talking about hurting me more, or… I got dizzy and sat on my bed.

It made me wince, which was n't surprise, but I also moaned. I was so sensitive, not only at the field it hurt. My pussy pressing on the mattress made me gasp.

I looked around at my white and yellow-bellied room, my favorite gloss, all decorated as cunning as possible, the way he had done it for me - his little missy. I felt so put off, but at the Saami sentence, I felt this crazy excitement. I was convinced he had left the house in a flush not to flex me over, right there on the kitchen floor, and fuck me. What made me palpate absolutely awkward was how I was n't disgusted or terrorized by the approximation. There was something terribly incorrect with me. With daddy, as well. I just lay in my bed and curled under my thick, whiten fleece.

LE than one 60 minutes later, I heard the strait of his car. It was way earlier than he usually came back from the bar. I got up instantly, as I did n't desire him to see me all fragile like that. I had decided to talk to him openly, explain that I was n't afraid, or angry. The way my behind distress did n't trouble oneself me. Much the opposite, I wanted to hug him, tell him it was alright, and that I felt bad for him having all that anger bottled up inside. Depending on the conversation, I also thought about telling him how I really felt. Even risking my dad cerebration I was a loose woman, a whore, or something else, we could be alright once everything was out in the loose. Perhaps he could even help me empathize why I felt the way I did if I could bottle up the ugly shame I felt at the moment and actually evidence him all of it. Maybe, we could piss it knead somehow. I could help him release all the stress, the choler, even the needs he had as a single man ...

Flustered, confused, but determined, I got up and walked to the front door, getting there the Saame clip he walked in. We were in the living way, and I waited for him standing close to the hall. He just walked in, his oral sex down as if a million things went through it, and sat down in his chair.

'' Hi, '' I said softly.

'' Hey, sweetheart, '' he replied surprised, looking at me. I smiled at him, and he half-smiled back. Then he got dangerous again, `` Why did n't you finish me ? ``

Standing as I was, fidgeting side of meat to side, I started saying, `` I did n't know what to do…. '' Then, I corrected myself, `` I did n't desire you to stop ... ''

We stood in silence for a patch. Daddy tried to originate talking a couple of clock time again, but he stopped and shook his head.

'' Sweetheart… '' he started talking, then he paused. He thought for a second, inhaled deeply, and then he started again, `` I am form of drunk. I have to discourage you of that, maybe it would be better if you went to bed. We can talk in the dayspring. ``

'' Daddy, I know you are pretty damn good at holding up your hard liquor. It 's been only one hour. I also want to blab out to you if you want to talk to me. I 'm not wild or scared…. ``

'' Carol… '' He interrupted me, `` I am going to ask you to do something, but you have to call that, if it is not what you want, please, just go to bed and leave everything. We wake up tomorrow morning like none of this ever happened. Can you do that ? ``

I felt that chill again, down there. I breathed in, and then I said, `` Ok. Ask me. I wo n't experience bruise or recollect anything of you. If I do n't want to get word it or do whatever you say, I 'll wake up tomorrow morning and make you breakfast as if none of this ever happened. '' I repeated his watchword to ascertain him that I had understood.

'' Ok… '' He reclined on his chair a little bit, trying to take a leak himself comfortable. I remember him doing that every time we had to utter because I had done something wrong, then he followed with, `` Carol, take off your clothes. ``

I felt a iciness running through my whole body. My eye got all-inclusive. I gaped at him for a second, not knowing what to do or say, when I realized dad probably felt the same way I did. Maybe I had taken too long because he sighed and put his hands over his face, clearly worried about all of that.

I knew exactly what I wanted to do at that moment, so I started stripping.

He heard the framework of the apparel falling to the floor, and he looked at me again when I was already unfastening my white cotton bra. Dad did n't say anything. He just looked at me when I let my bra dip to the level, his heart on my breasts, which I was very proud of. They were business firm, stave, exactly the sodding size of it for a diminutive girl like me, and my tit were of a unclouded tone of red that fit my slightly tanned tegument. Then, swiftly, I slid my pantie down and off, letting them fall as well. After I was finished, completely naked, I stood there looking at him.

pa inhaled deeply, admiring me, and I loved the look on his face. I knew I was turning him on just by the hatful of me. I knew I was pretty. Since I was very Lester Willis Young, boys followed me around at school, and many girlfriend envied me ; they all seemed to hate how I turned them down. Most of them, at to the lowest degree. His eyes went up and down while I flushed vermilion. It was n't as if I did n't know he had seen me naked many clip before, but now it was different. Even though I felt like an adult, I knew I was only a stripling. However, I had grown up, I had bend, and showing my body to him had a totally unlike meaning, one he certainly got by the way he inhaled deeply when his optic met that place where skin folded gently at the apex of my legs, the bouffant mounds of my entrance, and I wondered if he could see how that thin dent in between glistened wetly because of him.

'' You are gorgeous. You are so gorgeous that it is hard to believe, '' Daddy said, tapping on his lap for me to go to him. Which I did, feeling nervous and apprehensive. But, outside, I just followed his education without reluctance. I walked across the living elbow room, turning around and sitting on his lap sideways, trying my sound not to wince or groan when my punished ass pressed down on his tighs.

He wrapped one arm around me. I enjoyed feeling his warmth and his sinewy body on mine, `` My love, I 'm disconsolate about earlier. But at the same meter, I 'm not. ``

'' I feel the same, I think ... I mean ... You liked it… rightfield ? '' I asked, affirming at the same time.

'' Yes… This is how I am. That 's why, usually, I 'm alone, '' Daddy said while caressing down my hair, then my cheeks, my neck… His hand slid down my skin, tracing my collarbone, and it laid on, then cupped, my justly breast. I gasped. All my skin tingling, especially down there. I could feel myself contracting inside, and my legs shivered. `` Nobody could ever supersede your mother, nobody could ever understand me, or be that out-of-doors, that gorgeous…. ``

'' Maybe I could ... ? '' I whispered.

'' I 'd gladly drop the residual of my life alone than doing this to you, '' he said while starting to grope my tit, which made me pant. Then, he pinched my mammilla, which was already tumid, and I groaned. `` I want you to go back to your room and never think of this again ; otherwise, I 'll hurt you. I 'll pain you a lot, and I wo n't be able to live with myself after that. ``

He said this, then he kissed me softly on the lips. daddy released me from his hug, laid his munition over the couch 's armrest, and said, `` Go to your room, now. We will never talk about this again. ``

But I did n't move.

'' Daddy… scathe me. '' My representative sounded orthogonal to me like somebody else was saying it. It was to a greater extent of a purr. I think it was the first metre I sounded naturally aphrodisiac, without any effort.

He looked at me, and I saw his jaw clenching.

Daddy inhaled deeply, `` My love, go to your room, please. ``

'' I love you. I want to be with you, and there 's no reason not to. You want to hurt me, wound me. If you want to eff me…. '' I parted my shaking legs a bit, and I could see his eyes trailing from my pert breasts to my flat stomach, the slim furrow of John Brown pubic hair, and then stopping at the pitcher of my kitty-cat. `` If you want to do both… I promise I 'll recount you if I ca n't endure it. ``

My dad inhaled deeply once more, then looked me in the eye, `` Carol ... '' He started, inhaled loudly, and he looked at me again, all of me, and I could palpate when the finally chain of his will to keep my integrity broke, `` Complete and absolute accuracy, always ? ``

My heart started pounding severely inside my chest. It was happening : I was giving myself to my sire. I did n't know what came over me. I could never think something even close to that when I woke up that break of the day. I always admired his freehanded fount, his sinew, the low tone of his voice… Not to sing about how much I wanted to consecrate him something in return for everything he had given me.

However, I had never actually imagined something like this, much less that he would be hurting me and that I would not only be okay with that but want it to materialize. For some reason I could n't excuse, it aroused me ... The moment he had spanked me that morning, the way it felt, how my body started to understand that as something sexual as my mind went blank ... I wanted more. I wanted to try belief that way, scared, hurt, and wet. If I would n't be safe while trying something like this with my father, the person who loved me the most on this major planet, with who else ?

He asked me for complete and absolute truth so he could try me freely, secure, and I was honest.

'' Always. ``

'' Ok, let us try this, '' he said in his amusingly defying tone. `` What will people think if they find out you 're letting your papa fuck you ? That you are his loose woman ? That you openly asked him to wound you, to fuck you ... '' And it was clear he was trying to crowd me, to paint a pictorial matter of how distressful that could vocalise for anyone other than us two.

'' That 's what I 'll be ? '' I asked while deflecting everything else he said. I did n't desire to guess about that at the moment, probably never. Catching on to that, I felt his hand traveling down my body, back, and thighs, caressing me all over. I gasped again.

'' If this works, you 'll not only be the love of my life-time but my lover, my slut, my hard worker, my everything…. '' And his fingers brushed my pubic haircloth and slid down to my pussy.

His language hit me, and I felt ashamed, like, really ashamed. But his touch ... It was sending shockwaves all over me. I had been touched before, and it felt nothing like that. I tried to understand if it was that gumption of peril, of wrongdoing, that had me woke up like that. I could n't say, only tactile property. I moaned passionately, my eyes half-open, hidden under my thick, long eyelashes.

He grinned, `` Looks like you love the mind. ``

'' I-I do… ''

'' Are you still a virgin ? Have you done anything before ? '' He asked out of the amobarbital sodium. `` Truth, always. ``

'' Do you promise not to get mad at me ? '' I said coyly, `` Truth…. '' He moved his fingers down and up my pussycat, stopping at my button. `` A-Always… '' I reminded him.

'' I 'll get mad, but I wo n't react. I may sting you, though. '' pop said, and then he lowered his head to start kissing all over my right breast.

'' I a-am a virgin, but I have done things…. '' I said, feeling myself shudder, organic structure and someone, while he intensified his movement, circling his fingerbreadth on my clit, nibbling at my breast, and going for my nipple with his sassing. `` Oh-Ohh… '' I moaned, then I kept telling him, panting, `` I was dating this boy… I wo n't severalise you his name, so you do n't go after h-him… But, I gave him blowjobs…. ``

'' Anything else ? '' He said while I felt his breathing spell on my hard nipple, wet with his saliva. Then, he started again, his dentition grazing the peel of my erect nub.

'' I h-had sex w-with him…. ``

He paused everything, and he looked at me, frowning. My eye widened.

'' You said you would n't react…. ``

'' I know what I said, '' he replied, even though he sounded swage. `` So… '' He slid his finger, wet from my succus, past my pussycat, and started rubbing the bantam little entrance on my behind. `` This is what you mean ? ``

The sound of his voice sent quiver down my spine.

'' Yes… '' I answered, full of guilt.

I felt he make pressing, the tip of his fingerbreadth forcing its way in. I groaned loudly while he looked me deep in my optic, observing my reaction. I started panting heavily, not saying anything, so he withdrew his finger's breadth and plunged it inside me again, profoundly. `` Huuungh ! ``

'' Why ? '' he asked, and his cheek was a mix of angriness and one evil but playful smile.

'' Because you know my gynecologist. Anything other t-than that, and you 'd find out. ``

'' smartness, '' he said, taking his finger out again, and I felt something bighearted, more finger's breadth, digging in mercilessly.

'' Aaaaagh ! '' I whimpered, `` D-Daddy, let me lube it first, please ! ``

'' No lube for the naughty girl. What I got from your twat is plenty, '' he said, getting up and rolling me to the storey between his chair and the sofa. `` All fours, infant girl. If you do it fast, I 'll also put some tongue on it to establish your life sentence a minuscule easier. ``

I felt like I was in shock absorber. dada was about to have it off me without giving me time to do anything about it, anything to make it less awful or lupus erythematosus messy. I had seconds to think about what I would do. I could ask him to stop over, but then everything would be over. I could run, which would be even worse. I could n't do any of that. I remembered my three times with Jason, a boy at school, and how I had gone through the bother to please him and ended up enjoying it. Or at least most of it. I could do that for my daddy, too, lubed or not. So, I crawled onto the rug and stayed on my hired man and knee joint, my tush turned to him.

I could get wind him standing behind me, unbuckling his whang and unzipping his trouser. I wanted to see back, as I was curious, but I was too scared to do it. I had never seen him naked, or at least I could n't commemorate if it ever happened. I wondered how big it was.

'' How many multiplication ? '' He asked me.

'' Three times… '' I said in an ashamed tone.

He slapped me at the other butt cheek, the one that was n't hurt yet, and I yelped.

'' Such a fiddling slut…. ``

'' I 'm bad, daddy. ``

Then he caressed me exactly where he had just hit me, and, at the same time, I felt the tip of his cock exploring me back there, rubbing in between the mouth of my absolutely wet entry. I moaned quietly, panting.

'' You deserve to be punished. Even so, I 'd prefer to sleep with you here. '' I felt him press his cock, which felt pretty big, on my Virgo kitty. `` But we wo n't chance that. It 's a shame the first time will have to expect. Also, I ca n't give you any fourth dimension to prepare, or I 'll change my idea about all this. You still have clip to interchange your intellect, though. ``

Then I heard him spit, and I felt it on my ass quip, then his finger running it onto my butthole. He was still rubbing his dick on my pussy, and I felt wafture of delight washing over me while he used my wet entrance to lube himself up. At that moment, panting, anxious, I knew I wanted him to fuck me. If it had to be my ass today, fine by me.

'' I understand. Do n't care about me… Fuck me, dada. Please. ``

I heard him inhale deeply, soaking in delight from what I had just said. I felt a rush of Adam from realizing how a good deal I had just turned him on, my dad, a grown-up, a man who has had many cleaning woman before, including my mom. I somehow realized, in a depraved, disturbing way, that I had some form of powerfulness over him as well.

He trusted what I said because he was n't worried about me at all. He pushed forward without notice and at once. As my poor ass did n't give him passage, he just kept a non-stop pressure. I winced and clenched my teeth hard, already feeling a stinging hurting back there while my back entrance started to dilute to accommodate him.

'' Huuuuungh ! '' I wailed.

'' Just make it, sweetheart. That 's what you wanted, '' his voice altered by all the military strength he was making to break inside me.

'' Huuuuuuungh ! It hurts, pa ! It h-hurts ! '' I cried, tears forming in my eyes.

He withdrew a little bit, then thrust it in again, the chief of his cock popping inside me for the first time.

'' AAAUGH ! '' I screamed. He kept pushing, sometimes moving it back and Forth River, forcing his way more and more inside of me. My unprepared ass was on fire. The pain was excruciating. In no time, I was howling out forte. `` HUUUAAAARGH ! OH GOD ! O-OH G-GOD ! ``

'' God has nothing to do with it…. '' He said, and I felt his cock finally sliding in sufficiency for him to start pounding me, in and out. `` You-incestuous-little-slut ! '' He growled between clenched teeth at the same pace as he fucked me.

I had never felt so much pain in my life. The boy I did it with had been very patient, and we played around a lot before actually doing it. Even so, I did n't even consider asking papa to stop. I rocked back and forth with his vicious drive, fucking me like a mad man. My bosom bounced hard and distress as well, as they were very sensitive, but I did n't mind. The only if of import thing for me at that moment was to endure it and let him bask me however he wanted. My interior and pussy were all contracting ; I was feeling delight. While I felt that absurd pain, while I cried, while I felt humiliated, my body was almost ready to give me an orgasm.

In fact, the way he treated me and how he talked to me was part of that. He was right, after all. I was a slovenly woman. I was a infliction trollop. His slut.

Then, while his handwriting clawed at my slender waist, I felt him hit a position inside me so deep that it hurt even more, something I did n't call up was possible, and I felt my bowels contract bridge immediately. 'He is not completely inside of me yet !'I thought in desperation. The last bit of slackening and self-control I had disappeared, so I tightened around his cock, making everything even worse.

'' D-Dad ! Too cryptic ! Too d-deep, dad ! ! '' I cried for him to contain himself at least a little bit, to which he responded by slapping me hard again on my behind, grabbing and pulling at my recollective hair. It was like feeling electricity leaving my scalp and running all the way down my spur. He pushed it in even harder, and I lost it. I just screamed, howled, cried. `` AUUUUGH ! OOOOOOWWW ! GUUUUUUAAAH ! !

That went on for a while. daddy just fucked me however he wanted, at the upper he wanted. When he let go of my fuzz, his fingers clawing and spreading my buttcheeks, I let my forehead downslope onto the rug, my behind up, giving him even more clearance. He fucked me, and he slapped me occasionally. His bollock banged against my twat, hitting my clit, and my ramification started to shake even more. I was absolutely lost in the flavour of being used by him. At that moment, he could do whatever he wanted to me, and I would allow it gladly.

Then, he started groaning himself. I felt his cock throbbing inside of me, engorging even more.

'' I 'll cum inside of you, sweetheart ! '' He announced, but I could n't say anything, just groan.

The lonesome thing I could see was his intrusion. It was how outrage I felt… I was absolutely lost. There was no me thinking about anything, much less how broken I would probably palpate after all that. There was only pain while my book binding and front man inside erupted in a incessant mix of demented sensations.

'' Huuuuuh ! '' He groaned, his cum gushing inside of me in hot jolts.

He pulled at my whisker again, even harder, yanking my caput back, but I only felt the tenderness flooding inside, burning me, making me groan in a torturing mix of relief and acknowledging how hurting I was. `` A-AHH-AHHHHH-AH-AHHhhhhh… ''

He let go of my hair, and my upper organic structure instantly fell limp onto the floor. I sobbed and panted. My whole physical structure was soused, and I shook, spasming all over still by how confining I was from getting there. He must throw noticed my sorry state because, after a import of secrecy and no activity, I felt him propping up my behind again and his fingers working my rob cunt. Then, his other fingers slipped inside my ass again, which prompted me to let out not a moan but an agonizing howl. My eyes rolled back in their sockets as I felt he expertly work on my love nub while two of his fatheaded finger's breadth moved in and out of my pervert young ass.

'' D-DAADDY ! ! '' I contorted on the story, but he held me still, and he made pass off what we both wanted at that moment.

I burst into an earthshaking orgasm, which had never happened before, while I had my behind viciously finger fucked. I convulsed, groaned my very soul out of my body, and felt torn between the feeling of my behind expelling his seed out on his fingers and my kitty-cat clenching, doing what it would do to keep him and all of his seed inside if he had ever been there.

I went blank for what felt like an eternity after I stopped feeling his tactile sensation, my trunk still pulsating, shattered by that orgasm.

Daddy just sat beside me on the flooring, caressing my haircloth and brushing it off my face. I shook all over, only whimpers, cough and groan. He just looked at me, satisfied.

'' Still want to remember tonight when we wake up tomorrow morning time ? I wo n't make your life any easier if you do ... '' He asked after some minutes, a malicious yet worried grin on his face.

I could n't answer the right way away. Tears had blurred my vision, and I felt so many thing at once that I could n't concentrate.

He waited patiently by my incline, stroking my hairsbreadth, caressing my face as if he was n't the same guy who was raping my ass just some minutes ago.

As if he was just my dad again.

'' I love you, Daddy ... '' I whispered after mustering all the strength I had left.

'' I love you too, steady, '' he said in a somewhat let off spirit. `` Now more than ever. ``

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