Sex With My Daddy

"Not in this form," they said. With a clumsy finger, he sketches the outline of my wound. "Only the most courageous person would sit here in nothing but a throw blanket and watch a movie and expect me to do nothing about it." "Mmm." As he goes around my clit, I hiss under his nose. You must have a compelling excuse to put me on your lap, because I'm not going to sit there until I'm invited. If I were you, "I'd trip you." Over my shoulder, he laughs loudly and harshly. You landed exactly where I wanted you to, you clumsy girl. Normally I'd be here to assist you get back on your feet, but as soon as my greasy fingers touched this pussy, you could say goodbye. "Or. Perhaps then, William, you wouldn't have to resort to such tactics. I decide to take action, and I reach over to where he's touching me by moving my hands down his arms. It's possible that I'd grab your hand and lead you to the place where my heart is yearning to be with you. He natches at my earlobe. That chick is a dirty one. So damned dependent. Nobody needs to find out. Except.oops." The blanket slides off my shoulders and gathers around my waist as I shrug. "I really, really, really hope nobody comes in here." "You act as if you want capture." He gently, agonizingly, puts two fingers inside me and then pulls back. As if you want everyone to see me putting my fingers in your pussy. When I do this, it's usually because I'm looking down. The cloth is so flimsy that it is easy to detect his hand motion. The answer is "They'd know." It's true, sweetie; they would know. His ominous cackle makes me twitch. I was wondering whether you'd be interested in going for a drive tomorrow. During the afternoon rush hour, when traffic is at its worst. To see how many people take notice, I'll put my hand up your skirt. Oh, fuck. He still fucks his fingers slowly. As in, "You want that?" "Yes, Daddy." Want it badly." Observing the motion of the blanket is almost as uncomfortable as feeling the heat of his fingertips on my skin. "Lisa." The harshness in his voice cuts like a knife. "If you can sit through this movie, I'll take you upstairs and fuck you right." That fucking session we had on the sofa wasn't a real one, was it?" This time it's one of those sardonic laughs. This isn't even close. That was meant to calm you down. As he gently massages my pussy with the movie on in the background, I lose track of time. Even as my eyes track the moving pictures, my thoughts are entirely occupied with William's fingers as they slowly move over my skin and mark me. I can't help but feel like I'm borderline insane thinking that this was a huge blunder. Where else can you find sex as amazing as this? Are my best years behind me at age 26? Will I never find another guy who can make me feel the way he does? William won't let me join them. Never even once. Time and time again, he pushes me to the brink before gently pulling me back. By the end of the movie, I'm trembling so badly that he has to hold me in place by pinning me to his lap. He makes a gentle arc over my clit as the credits roll and my surname disappears. That's a good comment, girl. I snarled, "Fuck you," under my breath. How about I give it a kiss and see if that helps? Almost yell at him to "fuck off," as it were. I'm so precariously balanced that even a little wind may send me tumbling. But I don't want to sacrifice my nose for his lips. "Yes." "Yes." My face is on fire, but I'm too far gone to notice. In other words, Daddy, lick my pussy. Get me in your face and see what happens. In a loud exhale, he lets out his breath. "You filthy, filthy little pig. I take it you want me to take care of everything. "What?" William has already gotten up, moved me off his lap, grabbed a cushion, and reclined on the ottoman with his head facing the windows along the wall that overlook the backyard. His brow raises in a curious way. To insert one's tongue into one's cunt: "You want my tongue in your cunt? Come on over and jump on my face for a while. As quickly as I can, I make my way to his chest and he raises me up to straddle his face, but I can hardly breathe the whole time. This is the ideal position for his head thanks to the cushion. Unfortunately, he doesn't just let me go free. "Above you." I follow orders and am shocked. The glass surfaces serve as mirrors, allowing us to see our reflection. His big hands are on my hips, and I can feel his head between my thighs. And me. I can see myself in my entirety. My hair was twisted in a manner that only fucking could have done it; my waist was narrow and my breasts were red. This is how my sneaky face usually looks. Do you enjoy how you appear with your father's head tucked in between your legs? To which I respond, "Yes," in a low voice. I make eye contact with him on the floor. I like it even more when your tongue is on my pussy. To wit: In order to get my phone, I pull away from him for a moment. Riding on his top chest gives me a sense of freedom and invulnerability. In response, I pick up my phone and push the button. In other words, Daddy, lick my pussy. Please." While he drags his tongue over me and parts my pussy with his thumbs, he looks directly into the camera. I pause the recording to snap a photo. I can't believe how dirty it is. It's not only that his lips is in such close proximity to such a sensitive area of mine; it's also the expression in his eyes. That this is just the beginning of all the horrible things he plans to do to me.