“ Do you want dada to arrive play with your sweet slight pussy for you, girl ? fall in that kitty a good hard rub, get it soaking wet ?"

My entire soundbox went red with shame.

This was wrong.

I shouldn't be listening to this.

Just like my panties shouldn't be getting soaked, enjoying the naughtiness of his words.

I rubbed my thigh together, trying to calm down.

"dada can then slide his putz inside and fill you up with cum. breed you, even. Don't have fun all by yourself, sweetie, that's not what being section of a family is supposed to be like. A family portion things. Share your lithe sexy soundbox with me, Savannah."

My teenage hormones were screaming at me to listen to my female nature, to my primal, basic instincts, and to let a man call me.

I wanted to let a man have my pure, Virgo body, use it for his pleasance, and gift it a unspoiled function. I wanted a man to own me, dominate me, induce me bear his children, breed me like a pry mare.

So what if I was only a few month into being 18 and a effectual adult ? I'd read about younger moms than that and people always commended them on being brave and substantial.

And I did so need a child of my own, complete with a man to dish out and make glad, and in return, he'd make me the nitty-gritty of his home and the one he'd always come back to.

Even men who wandered, I thought, must ingest that one char they'd always see as salutary than all the rest, the one they'd never get tired of fucking and seeing, of being with. I wanted to be that for someone.

But my daddy couldn't be that man for me, despite me starting to feel a dissimilar kind of something when it came to him, something entirely forbidden.

My mattress dipped and then, before I could react, daddy was on top of me, breathing heavily. He smelled of intoxicant and of man, the real kind, all raw and primal, musky and sweaty.

I was mad with unexpended lecherousness and my hormones were kicking me at my weakest.

I shuddered.

What the hell was awry with me ? I should be having honorable ascendance over my urges.

But dad was so big.

So strong.

So fucking manly and dominating.

He was unlike anyone I had ever seen, including Nick, my boyfriend. And Nick played lacrosse professionally, never missing a day of training.

A small-scale function of me wondered if daddy had always been this way or if his class in jail had turned him into this menace of a man. I was so diminished when he left me and mom, I barely remembered his figure. I certainly didn't retrieve his handsomely rugged fount or the sound of his seriously voice.

"Where were you all day, savanna ? Out with your boyfriend, what's-his-name ? How old are you now, 18 or 19 ? Should you be out there, slutting it out with boys ? Do you let any of them fuck you ?"

Dirty questions kept flowing from daddy's mouth, asking me which hole male child got to enjoy and even spoiled things than that.

I didn't think he had noticed that his whole step had changed from jovial to irritated. It was as if he hated the idea that I had given myself to someone already, like he somehow got to call dibs on my virgin pussy and for some fucked up grounds, that felt hotter than it should induce.

Yes, maybe dad did merit to be my get-go. It was oddly erotic and romantic and it weirdly made add sense.

"I'm 18,"I whispered, because anything louder might have given away my desire to let him throw me, here and now and I wasn't that brave to cross the final lineage. If he wanted me, then papa was going to give birth to make the inaugural motility.

As for having holes to enjoy ? I had three, all untouched by any man. Daddy was more than welcomed to them.

"Go on,"he urged me.

"And I was just out, hanging around, wasting time. No son. No girls either, just clearing my head a little before bed time."

"I believe you, a well-fucked girl doesn't masturbate, much less like that, so furiously. It sounded like you were punishing your clit, not making yourself sense good,"he laughed and the mood became much, a lot lite."I mean, you were fingering yourself so damn hard there, I thought you were going to break a nail or something. Now that I know you're a virgin, it makes sense. You need a proficient dick, sweetie. It's the sole thing that'll fix this situation."

A wave of embarrassment coursed through me. pappa had heard me fingering myself earlier and the phone I was making had lured him into my sleeping room. It was both arousing and embarrassing to recognize.

And I also knew that he was hard, something I more than likely caused to occur.

His depraved line of questioning coupled with the way he was lingering in my bed, sniffing my arousal, talking about my snatch, were cluing me in on how much my daddy wanted me.

I wondered if he felt at least a little bit ashamed about that, because I sure as hell did. I should not be desiring him back.

And yet I was.

I so was.

"Tell me then, let daddy try how you want to get your pussy fucked. Beg for my shaft and I'll avail you feel good."

I knew he wanted me to talk dirty, the way he was. He wanted to pick up tight words and phrases coming out of my mouth, to read me that I truly was the slutty teenager girl I kept saying I was not.

"It could be my thick, big rooster in there, girl,"he whispered."My tool sliding in your wet pussy, fucking it raw, filling it better than your reduce girlish fingers ever could."

His words broke me.

"Are you going to put a infant in me, daddy ? realize me to go my division with a huge belly and to never be able to tell anyone who the babe's daddy is ? What if they all think I'm a dirty short teenage slut ?"

A shadow passed through daddy's eyes and he suddenly lowered himself until his hardened cock was pressing into my corporation. He wrapped one hand over my mouth and with the former, he positioned his peter at my panty-less, soaked entrance.

With a net smell into my oculus, pop thrust into my slit and I was sword lily that he had thought to hush up me.

Getting fucked for the offset metre was quite the experience - I cried out, in cushion, pain, excitement, all mixed together like in a liquidizer. Birthed low in my belly, they coursed through my soundbox, making it insufferable to suppose or pass off properly.

When he pulled out and then pushed into me again, deeply, I couldn't service another pained mewl. I had been a Virgo, after all, and he was simply too big, too much for my wet teenaged pussy. He didn't pull fully out again the adjacent thrust, or the one after, he just kept advancing inside my body, stretching me Thomas More and more.

I was a woman now.

Daddy's woman.

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