Daddy, It Hurts

It was n't the first time we had an argument, but it was the first off clock time we had a trouble because I was going out with a boy. I was standing in front of the cesspit washing the dishes since daddy had cooked for us, and he was getting set to go out with his friends.

I had just got base from school when we decided to cook and have dinner party together. I just had the time to accept off my denim and switch for a more comfortable pair of cotton shorts, but I kept on the button-down whiteness 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 metre, I encouraged him to go on dates. However, he was having a tough clock time letting me go on a exclusive one. My dad was thirty-five, so, technically, he was Pres Young. My mom died giving birth to me when she was my age, and she would be thirty-two geezerhood old today. Therefore, I always thought he deserved to induce the most sympathise daughter ever. He had lost his high school sweetheart just like that and had to set off caring for me instead of enjoying his life. But being always understanding was intemperate since my dad was moody all the time and angry. mass say he was always like this and that my mom fell in love with the Johnny Reb 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 yearn and wavy browned hair going all the way down to her butt. Every time I saw her characterization, I noticed how practically I looked like her. The difference was, I 'm shortly and have slightly bigger boob, probably things I inherited from the Italian face of my dad 's category. I even kept my hair long as hers, and I loved it, even though it was a lilliputian perplex to run to such farseeing hair at times. I never met her, but it was nice to have something in common. Some kind of reminder that, once, I had a mom.

We had this monumental argumentation because I wanted to go on a day of the month the following day with a boy from high school, and he said no. I could understand that a handsome guy like him should go out and throw fun, not only work out to pay our bills. But, when it was about me, he was always that restrictive, and I was getting really angry for that understanding. I had needs too. Why could n't he understand that ?

So it got to a dot when I called him a hypocrite.

He got instantly fierce, more than 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 small kid. So, I just stood still, my browned eyes big with fear.

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

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

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

'' Sweetheart, I 'm sorry, '' he said, putting his thumb and index digit on his forehead, like pinching his supercilium. `` I did n't mean to. I used to do this to your mom. I just got carried away. '' Then he thought for a second 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 injure. It just got me by surprise. ``

'' It is not ok. You would n't read, '' he said, propping on his elbow over the buffet 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 grandpa, mom 's dad, who used to detest my father. While talking to me, he once let it dislocate that my father was an `` evil, violent man. '' My nan almost killed grandpa for that. She scolded him, saying something like, `` adults do whatever they want with their biography, your daughter included. stay fresh our granddaughter out of this. '' I could say I understood grandpa, too, as Mom was only xvii 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 business concern ... But I got curious.

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

At first, he seemed very surprise. Maybe by how casual it appeared for me to babble out about something like that. Then, he looked at me, baffled and angry, as always.

'' Carol, it 's better if you just close up, and I go out for my drink, '' he said, banging his hired hand on the countertop.

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

'' Carol ! '' He roared.

I felt a boot of adrenaline and goosebumps. I knew I was pushing him, but I did n't jazz why. I felt like a system of weights interior of me was pressing against my nigh private part, down there, while my heart started to pump faster.

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

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

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

SLAP !

He hit me again.

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

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

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

slap !

"AAAAAUUGH !"I yelped. He was always hitting the Saami spot, the right part of my behind, with his big and strong hand. It tingled and stung. I put my thigh together, feeling my confidant inner parts contract, and a wave of rousing go through my whole body. Confused, I held back a moan, and as I did n't experience what else to do, I decided to feel raging as well. `` FUCK YOU ! ``

'' WHAT ! ? '' He screamed. It was the offset prison term I had said something like that to him. He grabbed me by the hair, making my top dog yank back, a vibrating sensation going down my scalp, neck, and all the way down my spinal column, and he started hitting me non-stop.

One. `` AUGH ! '' Two. `` AAUUGH ! '' trio. `` OWWW !. '' I screamed from the top of my lungs, but nonentity would listen me, as our house was in the back of the lot and surrounded by a vast yard with lots of trees.

Tears rolled down my full nerve. I trembled all over, but I realized that I was n't trying to make him blockade ; much the reverse, I was staying as still as potential so he could hit me, and I was almost sticking my rump out for him to have light barb 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 will power, I was n't sure, but he was breathing punishing, and so was I. He let go of my hair, and I could finger him looking at me for some time while catching his breath. I just looked down, sobbing, panting. It was n't what he did, and it was n't the electrocution pain. It was embarrassing to me.

'' stunner, I 'm meritless. I 'm really pitiful. 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 sharpness. I had no idea why I had done that, and spoilt, why it aroused me so much. It was undeniable, as I could feel I was completely wet. I heard him bashing the door closed, and then he started his car and drove off.

I took a mysterious breath and tried to ingest what had just happened. I went to my bedroom and lowered my shorts in movement of the mirror. There was a vivid red arena on my lower buttock where he focused his assault, which stung. His words rung in my auricle `` ... before I do something I 'd rue even more. '' Was he talking about hurting me more, or… I got vertiginous 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 country it hurt. My pussy pressing on the mattress made me gasp.

I looked around at my white and yellow room, my favorite color, all decorated as precious as potential, the way he had done it for me - his little little girl. I felt so disjointed, but at the Saami time, I felt this unhinged excitement. I was positivist he had left the house in a charge not to turn away me over, right there on the kitchen flooring, and jazz me. What made me feel absolutely awkward was how I was n't disgusted or terrorized by the approximation. There was something terribly wrong with me. With pappa, as well. I just lay in my bed and curled under my thick, blanched fleece.

LE than one hour later, I heard the phone of his car. It was way earlier than he usually came back from the bar. I got up instantly, as I did n't want him to see me all fragile like that. I had decided to utter to him openly, explain that I was n't afraid, or angry. The way my behind trauma did n't bother 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 thought process I was a slut, a whore, or something else, we could be alright once everything was out in the unresolved. Perhaps he could even help me understand why I felt the way I did if I could curb the horrible shame I felt at the mo and actually recount him all of it. Maybe, we could nominate it lick somehow. I could assist him relinquish all the strain, the ira, even the penury he had as a single man ...

Flustered, confused, but determined, I got up and walked to the presence door, getting there the same prison term he walked in. We were in the bread and butter way, and I waited for him standing close to the dorm. He just walked in, his head down as if a million matter went through it, and sat down in his chair.

'' Hi, '' I said softly.

'' Hey, stunner, '' he replied surprised, looking at me. I smiled at him, and he half-smiled back. Then he got serious again, `` Why did n't you stop 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 need you to intercept ... ''

We stood in secretiveness for a piece. Daddy tried to depart talking a yoke of fourth dimension again, but he stopped and shook his head.

'' Sweetheart… '' he started talking, then he paused. He thought for a secondly, inhale deeply, and then he started again, `` I am sort of drunk. I have to discourage you of that, maybe it would be advantageously if you went to bed. We can talk in the morn. ``

'' Daddy, I know you are pretty damn good at holding up your John Barleycorn. It 's been only one minute. I also want to tattle to you if you want to talk to me. I 'm not tempestuous or scared…. ``

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

I felt that tingling again, down there. I breathed in, and then I said, `` Ok. Ask me. I wo n't experience offended or call back anything of you. If I do n't want to hear it or do whatever you say, I 'll come alive up tomorrow morning and fix you breakfast as if none of this ever happened. '' I repeated his Book to assure him that I had understood.

'' Ok… '' He reclined on his chair a little bit, trying to work himself comfortable. I remember him doing that every time we had to blab because I had done something untimely, then he followed with, `` Christmas carol, occupy off your clothes. ``

I felt a shiver running through my whole soundbox. My eyes got wide. I gaped at him for a second, not knowing what to do or say, when I realized pappa probably felt the Same way I did. Maybe I had taken too long because he sighed and put his hands over his expression, clearly worried about all of that.

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

He heard the cloth of the clothes falling to the story, and he looked at me again when I was already undoing my white cotton bra. Dad did n't say anything. He just looked at me when I let my bra dip to the flooring, his eyes on my boob, which I was very majestic of. They were firm, one shot, exactly the perfect size of it for a petite girl like me, and my nipples were of a clean tone of red that fit my slightly tanned skin. Then, swiftly, I slid my panties down and off, letting them surrender as well. After I was finished, completely naked, I stood there looking at him.

Daddy inhaled deeply, admiring me, and I loved the expression on his face. I knew I was turning him on just by the sight of me. I knew I was pretty. Since I was very Thomas Young, boys followed me around at school, and many girls envied me ; they all seemed to hate how I turned them down. Most of them, at to the lowest degree. His oculus went up and down while I flushed orange red. It was n't as if I did n't know he had seen me naked many times before, but now it was unlike. Even though I felt like an adult, I knew I was only a teenager. However, I had grown up, I had curves, and showing my body to him had a totally unlike meaning, one he certainly got by the way he inhaled deeply when his center met that place where skin folded gently at the apex of my legs, the puffy mound of my entree, and I wondered if he could see how that slender cunt in between glistened wetly because of him.

'' You are gorgeous. You are so gorgeous that it is hard to consider, '' pa said, tapping on his lap for me to go to him. Which I did, feeling aflutter and worried. But, outside, I just followed his command without hesitation. I walked across the living elbow room, turning around and sitting on his lap sideways, trying my best not to shrink or groan when my punish behind pressed down on his tighs.

He wrapped one arm around me. I enjoyed feeling his lovingness and his mesomorphic body on mine, `` My love, I 'm sorry about earlier. But at the Saami time, I 'm not. ``

'' I feel the Sami, I think ... I mean ... You liked it… Right ? '' 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 tomentum, then my face, my neck… His deal slid down my skin, tracing my collarbone, and it laid on, then cupped, my right breast. I gasped. All my peel tingling, especially down there. I could palpate myself contracting inside, and my leg shivered. `` Nobody could ever replace your mother, nobody could ever understand me, or be that open, that gorgeous…. ``

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

'' I 'd gladly drop the residuum of my lifespan alone than doing this to you, '' he said while starting to grope my white meat, which made me gasp. Then, he pinched my nipple, 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 spite 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. papa released me from his hug, laid his arms 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… detriment me. '' My voice sounded extraneous to me like soul else was saying it. It was more of a purr. I think it was the first time I sounded naturally sexy, without any effort.

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

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

'' I love you. I want to be with you, and there 's no understanding not to. You want to hurt me, spite me. If you want to fuck me…. '' I parted my shaking legs a bit, and I could see his eyes trailing from my pert breasts to my flat venter, the slenderize line of Brown University pubic hair, and then stopping at the pitcher of my pussy. `` If you want to do both… I promise I 'll severalize you if I ca n't hold out it. ``

My dad inhaled deeply once more, then looked me in the middle, `` Carol ... '' He started, inhaled loudly, and he looked at me again, all of me, and I could feel when the last string of his will to go on my integrity broke, `` Complete and infrangible truth, always ? ``

My heart started pounding hard inside my chest of drawers. It was happening : I was giving myself to my male parent. I did n't know what came over me. I could never imagine something even close to that when I woke up that sunup. I always admired his giving font, his muscles, the low tone of voice of his voice… Not to utter about how much I wanted to give him something in issue for everything he had given me.

However, I had never actually opine 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 happen. For some ground I could n't explain, it aroused me ... The present moment he had spanked me that morning, the way it felt, how my body started to sympathize that as something sexual as my mind went blank ... I wanted more. I wanted to try feeling that way, scared, suffering, and wet. If I would n't be dependable while trying something like this with my male parent, the person who loved me the most on this planet, with who else ?

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

'' Always. ``

'' Ok, let us try this, '' he said in his amusingly defying tone. `` What will mass think if they find out you 're letting your pa nooky you ? That you are his loose woman ? That you openly asked him to anguish you, to bang you ... '' And it was vindicated he was trying to push me, to paint a picture of how disturbing that could vocalise for anyone early than us two.

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

'' If this works, you 'll not only be the passion of my sprightliness but my lover, my slut, my slave, my everything…. '' And his fingerbreadth brushed my pubic hair and slid down to my pussy.

His Son hit me, and I felt ashamed, like, really ashamed. But his soupcon ... It was sending shockwaves all over me. I had been touched before, and it felt nada like that. I tried to understand if it was that good sense of risk, of error, that had me woke up like that. I could n't say, only feel. I moaned passionately, my eyes half-open, concealed under my thick, long eyelashes.

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

'' I-I do… ''

'' Are you still a Virgo ? Have you done anything before ? '' He asked out of the wild blue yonder. `` verity, 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 bite you, though. '' Daddy said, and then he lowered his head to go kissing all over my right breast.

'' I a-am a virgin, but I have done things…. '' I said, feeling myself shudder, body and soul, while he intensified his bm, circling his fingerbreadth on my clit, nibbling at my breast, and going for my pap with his back talk. `` Oh-Ohh… '' I moaned, then I kept telling him, panting, `` I was dating this boy… I wo n't tell you his public figure, so you do n't go after h-him… But, I gave him blowjobs…. ``

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

'' I h-had sex w-with him…. ``

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

'' You said you would n't react…. ``

'' I know what I said, '' he replied, even though he sounded tip over. `` So… '' He slid his fingerbreadth, wet from my juices, past my pussy, and started rubbing the lilliputian picayune entrance on my behind. `` This is what you mean ? ``

The sound of his part sent quiver down my spine.

'' Yes… '' I answered, full of guilt.

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

'' Why ? '' he asked, and his font was a mix of anger and one iniquity but playful smile.

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

'' smartness, '' he said, taking his finger out again, and I felt something bigger, Thomas More fingers, digging in mercilessly.

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

'' No lubricator for the gamy female child. What I got from your puss is sufficiency, '' he said, getting up and rolling me to the floor between his electric chair and the sofa. `` All fours, babe girl. If you do it fast, I 'll also put some spitting on it to build your life story a little promiscuous. ``

I felt like I was in shock. pa was about to fuck me without giving me time to do anything about it, anything to throw it less irritating or less messy. I had bit to think about what I would do. I could ask him to terminate, but then everything would be over. I could run, which would be even spoiled. I could n't do any of that. I remembered my three prison term with Jason, a boy at schoolhouse, and how I had gone through the pain to please him and ended up enjoying it. Or at to the lowest degree most of it. I could do that for my daddy, too, lubed or not. So, I crawled onto the rug and stayed on my handwriting and knees, my can turned to him.

I could learn him standing behind me, unbuckling his bang and unzipping his trousers. I wanted to look back, as I was funny, but I was too scared to do it. I had never seen him naked, or at least I could n't remember if it ever happened. I wondered how big it was.

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

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

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

'' Such a little slut…. ``

'' I 'm meritless, 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 sassing of my absolutely wet entrance. I moaned quietly, panting.

'' You deserve to be punished. Even so, I 'd favor to bed you here. '' I felt him agitate his peter, which felt pretty big, on my virgin pussycat. `` But we wo n't chance that. It 's a shame the initiative clip will have to hold back. Also, I ca n't hand you any time to organise, or I 'll change my mind about all this. You still have time to exchange your judgment, though. ``

Then I heard him ptyalise, and I felt it on my ass crack, then his finger running it onto my butthole. He was still rubbing his putz on my pussy, and I felt waves of pleasance laundry over me while he used my wet entry to lubricate himself up. At that moment, panting, anxious, I knew I wanted him to lie with me. If it had to be my ass today, fine by me.

'' I understand. Do n't concern about me… shtup me, daddy. Please. ``

I heard him breathe in deeply, soaking in pleasance from what I had just said. I felt a rush of cristal from realizing how much I had just turned him on, my dad, a grown-up, a man who has had many char before, including my mom. I somehow realized, in a depraved, disturbing way, that I had some form of big businessman 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 feed him passage, he just kept a non-stop pressure. I winced and clenched my teeth hard, already feeling a stinging pain back there while my back entrance started to elongate to accommodate him.

'' Huuuuungh ! '' I wailed.

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

'' Huuuuuuungh ! It hurts, Daddy ! It h-hurts ! '' I cried, split forming in my eyes.

He withdrew a little bit, then thrust it in again, the head of his shaft pop inside me for the outset time.

'' AAAUGH ! '' I screamed. He kept pushing, sometimes moving it back and Forth, 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 loud. `` HUUUAAAARGH ! OH GOD ! O-OH G-GOD ! ``

'' God has nothing to do with it…. '' He said, and I felt his putz 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 history. 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 take asking dad to stop. I rocked back and Forth with his vicious movements, fucking me like a mad man. My boob bounced voiceless and trauma as well, as they were very sensitive, but I did n't mind. The but important thing for me at that moment was to endure it and let him bask me however he wanted. My insides and kitty-cat were all catching ; I was feeling pleasure. While I felt that absurd pain, while I cried, while I felt humiliated, my eubstance was almost prepare to give me an sexual climax.

In fact, the way he treated me and how he talked to me was parting of that. He was right, after all. I was a slut. I was a pain hussy. His slut.

Then, while his helping hand clawed at my thin waist, I felt him hit a place inside me so deep that it hurt even more, something I did n't intend was possible, and I felt my bowel contract immediately. 'He is not completely inside of me yet !'I thought in despair. The last bit of relaxation method and self-control I had disappeared, so I tightened around his dick, making everything even spoilt.

'' D-Dad ! Too trench ! Too d-deep, Daddy ! ! '' I cried for him to take himself at least a fiddling bit, to which he responded by slapping me hard again on my prat, grabbing and pulling at my long fuzz. It was like feeling electricity leaving my scalp and running all the way down my pricker. He pushed it in even harder, and I lost it. I just screamed, howled, cried. `` AUUUUGH ! OOOOOOWWW ! GUUUUUUAAAH ! !

That went on for a piece. Daddy just fucked me however he wanted, at the speed he wanted. When he let go of my hair, his fingers clawing and spreading my buttcheeks, I let my forehead fall onto the rug, my behind up, giving him even more clearance. He fucked me, and he slapped me occasionally. His Ball banged against my kitty-cat, hitting my clitoris, and my legs started to agitate even more. I was absolutely lost in the feeling of being used by him. At that moment, he could do whatever he wanted to me, and I would give up it gladly.

Then, he started groaning himself. I felt his hawkshaw 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 only thing I could sympathize was his violation. It was how violated I felt… I was absolutely lost. There was no me thinking about anything, much less how broken I would probably feel after all that. There was only pain while my binding and front interior erupted in a constant mix of weirdo sensations.

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

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

He let go of my hair, and my speed body instantly fell limp onto the trading floor. I sobbed and panted. My solid organic structure was cockeyed, and I shook, spasming all over still by how closing I was from getting there. He must have noticed my sorry state because, after a moment of silence and no legal action, I felt him propping up my behind again and his fingers working my soaked cunt. Then, his other finger 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 honey nub while two of his thickly fingers moved in and out of my abused young ass.

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

I burst into an world-shaking orgasm, which had never happened before, while I had my behind viciously finger fucked. I convulsed, groaned my very mortal out of my body, and felt torn between the intuitive feeling of my behind expelling his seed out on his finger's breadth and my kitty 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 touch, my dead body still pulsating, shattered by that orgasm.

Daddy just sat beside me on the floor, caressing my hair and brushing it off my face. I shook all over, only whimper, coughing and groan. He just looked at me, satisfied.

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

I could n't reply right away. Tears had blurred my vision, and I felt so many things at once that I could n't concentrate.

He waited patiently by my incline, stroking my hairsbreadth, caressing my cheeks as if he was n't the same guy who was raping my ass just some transactions 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, sweetheart, '' he said in a somewhat relieved whole step. `` Now more than ever. ``

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