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 eubstance and between him using me and mom being abused, I had somehow convinced myself that sex was humiliating and sickening.

But then with pop, it had been so unspoilt, so perfect, so… healing.

I didn't remember having reached down to my clit and starting to play with myself, but I must own. I could hear the squelching sounds of my wet physique getting molested by my own hand. I hadn't felt the urge to masturbate in so tenacious and now here I was, furiously friggin'myself, pumping two digit in and out of my twat while my thinker replayed my little affair.

But no matter how I moved, I was unable to get the exact same sense of voluminosity and satisfaction with just so small.

I needed a man in my pussy. I needed daddy, his cock, his hands on my rosehip, his mouthpiece on my breast, pulling my hair and manhandling me for his sexual contraption. I needed to be devoured and consumed by the fires of his lust.

I bit down on my bottom lip, silencing the needy calls for my daddy every metre I recreated the sense experience he had given birth to in my soundbox.

I knew I couldn't be found out like this by either of them, just like I knew I was going to deliver to commit up my pop. He was not mine to keep and it would destroy mom if I tried to postulate him from her. It would probably demolish him too, considering how he had battled with himself before giving into my demand and fucking me.

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

I swore to myself that I would exorcize not only Antonio, but also daddy from my heart and eubstance and not let them prevail over me. I swore that I wasn't going to want anyone at all and a lot of other gimcrackery I that didn't even sense right, or admittedly, but that I swore anyway.

Because I needed to be warm than this.

And yet when the door opened and I heard pappa'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 train of thought.

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

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

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

Instead of abiding by my Recent vows, I threw my nous back and I used my former hand to pass around assailable my pussy sassing, moaning softly. I wanted him to see the hole where his cock had been buried, hoping that it might seduce him want to fill it again.

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

I understood why he was trying so voiceless. I did. I knew it was wrong, for a father to fuck his own daughter, but it did not feel incorrectly at all. It felt mightily to possess him inside me.

It felt powerful for him to descend soothe the painful sensation a bad man caused me. It felt right field to call for him when I burned with need.

I didn't have anyone else to turn to, who could better read me and pass on me what I needed ?

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

Mom didn't have to know.

"assist me, daddy,"I begged, rubbing my clitoris harder."I know you want to fuck me again. You're even looking at my puss now, aren't you ? It is yours if you want to overindulge it full of dick again. Hurry, please, I am so wet for you."

In a split secondment, pappa was on me, his big, strong 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 early room, asleep, and now you know, without a phantasma of a incertitude, that I am your male parent. You can not be doing this, you can not be this-"

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

I ran a hand along his length. He was hard and hot again, burning for me the Lapplander way I burned for him. I began to stroke his cock, determined to jerk him off until he couldn't care it anymore. I could separate from his involuntary jerked meat humping into my medallion that I was driving him mad with lust. Good.

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

Frustrated, he pushed me gruelling 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 thought of what was coming next, confirmed by him gripping my arm and twisting it up behind my back.

This was how I had gotten him started the last sentence too, by pushing him down a hare hole of desire by substance of sheer provocation.

He would sleep with me again, I was sure of it.

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

"Lean against that and turn away over, girl. foretell me"daddy ”, too."

"Daddy,"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 cunt in rut in Antonio's Villa was not really you, that it was just a role you had to play, so there's no way you were fingering your pussy and thought process of what happened today."

I swallowed hard, shocked that the attempt at humiliation hadn't worked at all. On the contrary, it added a little sharpness to the tabu scenario. Not that it needed any more. There we were, me and daddy, in a seedy motel's privy. I had my pussy in his face, his cock was rock hard again and ready to ruin my cunt, while his wife, my mom, was sleeping, unaware of the incestual sex about to happen ten steps and a shut up room access away from her.

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

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

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

"I want to possess a flavor at it, then."

"You used to kiss my ouchies, pa,"I whispered."volition you kiss my hurt pussy, throw it all amend ?"I asked, trying to voice sinless, as I put my handwriting 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 lower yourself for me,"he commanded and I bent down as much as I could in such a confined space.

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

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

pushing a midst finger in, curling it and then rubbing a spot inside my pussy. It felt so ripe, 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 deepness, huh ? clump deep, someone very naughty fucked every inch of this pretty lilliputian slit, pounded it hard and fast. Isn't that so ?"

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This is an extract from my newest dirty series on Smashwords, titled Daddy 's Healing touch. The series is very intense, total of deep emotional moments and hot, steamy, verboten sex. Blurred dividing line everywhere in this one !