Sex With My Daddy

"You're welcome, Dad." As he pulls me in, I feel his warmth. That's something I shouldn't like so much, you know. My legs are extended out wide as he pulls me down till I'm almost on his lap as he encourages me to lay down between his open thighs. But, Lisa, it's nice. Actually, I do mean that. A pair of curious fingers split my pussy, and a thumb gently circles my clit. Do you want to accompany us? It's possible that if I don't, I'll perish. "Yes." He hasn't stopped tracing my body with his fingertips, poking and prodding me. Suggest to me, sweetie, what it is that this gorgeous pussy need. You only need to ask nicely, and I'll give it to you. My lower lip clenches as I turn my head to stare at him. Is it safe for me to say this? I can't accept the alternative of being denied my desires. If you insist, Daddy, I'll come. Please." In this posture, the sensation of his fingers gliding slowly inside me is quite offensive. As if I were nothing more than a toy to be used anyway he saw fit. I ignore my better judgment and let my eyes wander aimlessly about the room. We are in a very vulnerable position. If someone were to walk in on us at this moment, there would be no mistaking what we were doing, no covering up how near I am to coming, and no ignoring the fact that it is his fingers bringing me there. How would you describe your mental state right now? While pumping his fingers absentmindedly, he asks. "You simply tightened your grip on me." "I, um." As I inhale, it is a labored effort. As an example, "I was considering how vulnerable we are at the moment." "Not we. You are in a vulnerable position. "I've got nothing on except these garters, and I feel naked just looking at myself." Then, he uses his free hand to stretch my pussy and leans down to ghost his breath across my clit. "Can you imagine what he would be thinking if he came across us now?" Not only had I not gone, but now that I have, I can't stop thinking about it. I feel a surge of intense joy. The shame and suffering I've gone through are all Jeremy's fault. I'm an asshole enough that I want to retaliate in kind. "Maybe." Again, I let out a sigh of relief, and the sensation was nearly too much to bear. My bad for asking... I reach up and above my head, writhing almost mindlessly in response to his pressure. "Ask me. Anything you want to know, I'll tell you. How often does he force you to come here, Lisa? It's raw and nasty, as if it had to be pulled out of him. When was the last time he adored your lovely pussy in the manner it was intended to be adored? You'll get the finger and tongue treatment again and over again until you beg for his cock. My feet curl in the initial stages of an orgasm while my back arches. So near... But William has frozen, halting the euphoric ascent of pleasure as he awaits my response. When I become frustrated, I whimper and flail about. "Never. "He's never done anything like that." When asked, "He's never forced you to come?" "No." He also never showed any signs of concern. Not if he got what he wanted. His voice has become rough from shock. What? "Not one single fucking time?" The weak word "no" escapes my lips. A resounding "Never" The only warning I get before his mouth is on me is his curse. That feels so fantastic I can't stop licking and sucking. My toes curl, my back arches, and I orgasm before I really get a chance to fully appreciate it. The last thing I want to do is yank his hair and rub my puss up against his face for as much pleasure as his witty words can provide. My actions are not intentional, yet I don't feel bad about them. To get between my open thighs, William raises me up on the ottoman and pushes it forward. My body tenses up. When males have gone down on me in the past, they have usually been in a hurry and just done the absolute minimum to make me ready to fuck. Even though I'm eager to fuck William, he keeps kissing my pussy at a slow, thorough pace. As though he were sitting around with nothing to do. So it's not even for my own amusement that he's doing this; he's having a good time. By the time his tongue has finished unwinding my thoughts, his fingers are pressing against my thighs, keeping me open. "That's very nice," I mutter to myself. He runs his tongue's flat over my clit. In other words, "Spend the long weekend here." Now I'm looking up at the ceiling. "What?" He's keeping a careful eye on me. "Honey, you may spend the weekend here. Allow me to vent my two years of pent-up rage on your little body as I grovel before your pussy. I'll keep you here until you stop counting. One more lengthy lick. That ought to sate your vengeance appetite, right? Because of the way he's treating me, I can't concentrate. If he were to pay a visit, however, what would happen? "He won't" He nips at my thigh. If you wish, I can warn him to keep away from you. There is nothing specific that I want. If we're only out for payback, we should aim to get caught by Jeremy. But if he finds us, it's game over. My hand gently reaches down and sifts through William's white hair. To get his tongue back on my pussy, I raise my hips. 'Yes, Daddy. I plan to spend the holiday here. The warmth of his replying smile chills me to the bone. "Good." The next thing I know, his lips is back on me, and he's back to his sluggish tongue fucking. When I tell myself there's no way I'll return, he gently brings me back to the brink of want by increasing my enjoyment. The speed with which I moan, wriggle, and turn my hips to grind into his lips is beyond my wildest imaginings. "Oh my God, what is this incredible sensation?"