Anything He wants

I shiver, the sensation of fatherly protection washing over me. I thought he was gone from me. That’s what I feared more than anything. But he’s not ready to let me go yet, and I’m going to make sure he never wants to. I reach down and cup his groin, fondling his package. My touch immediately brings it to life, his hardness bulging as my fingers rub against his pants. Daddy’s hips buck at my sudden groping, and he kisses me again, his tongue entering my mouth as I taste his lips.

His hand falls on my bare stomach, and the heat of his touch causes my legs to unfold and spread open, almost as if on command.

It was unconscious, but Daddy took it as a signal, his hand dropping down and his fingertips brushing over the fabric of my panties. I bite my lip as his contact grazes my clit, his fingers diving between my lower lips, pressing the fabric into my ever-moistening slit. “Oooooohhhhh,” I moan, Daddy’s hand moving up and down, lightly passing over my pussy.

For some reason, I was so focused on paying my stepfather back for everything he’d ever done for me that I missed how my body would react. I always saw him as handsome, but that was in the back of my mind as I

contemplated making amends with him.

Now, though, as he moves over my body with vigor, I watch his eyes staring deeply into mine, studying me as I flinch at his every motion. His square jaw is manly, his eyes curved for the bedroom, his hair messy in an attitude of defiance. All of a sudden, my daddy seems like the sexiest man alive. The idea that this wouldn’t happen as a man takes control over me is just another aspect of my naivete.

An unconquerable lust starts to burn inside me, my desire piqued for more than just requital. I don’t just want him to be happy; I want to be happy with him. I don’t just want to be his family; I want to start his family. I reach back and take apart my bra, letting my tits fall free as they breathe from their tight confinement. Round and tight, the perky mounds pay homage to my youth. An older man would have no choice but to appreciate them for their aesthetic appeal. Daddy is not one to shirk his manly duties. “Wow,” daddy says, “I had no idea how unbelievable your tits were. I mean… these nipples”-they surrender between his twisting fingers, eliciting a grunt from me-“they’re fucking amazing, so compact and pink.” “You like them small?” I moan, just wanting to hear him talk more about me.

“Oh, yeah. They fit in my mouth perfectly.” He takes a petite nipple in his mouth, sucking on it as his tongue flicks the nub hard, bringing my flesh out and causing my stomach to seize in pleasure. He dials the other nipple with his thumb as his teeth close around the erect nub, scraping the tissue gently, shaking his head as if tearing into a piece of meat. He grunts, vocally hungry for my body.

His hand circles my large breast, squeezing hard, molding the flesh between his fingertips.

Then Daddy gets rough, stepping to the side of me, grabbing my long hair by the wad, and pulling my head back. I let out a giggle, gripping the sides of the seat, the fright at nearly falling from the chair springs my nerves on me, forcing almost inappropriate laughter. But the fear is unfounded as Daddy holds me up by the hair as I lean precariously backward on the stool.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

He bends down and sticks his tongue in my mouth, aggressively kissing me as I hang from the stool. The strange positioning in the nude, my tits out, safe in midair only by Daddy’s strength and whim, produces a startling sensation throughout my body, culminating in the moistening of my cunt. I can’t reach for Daddy with the feeling as if I might fall looming over me, so I keep my hands securely attached to the top of the stool. Daddy’s free hand, meanwhile, circles my neck, before making its way down my body. It crosses between my tits, his wrist grazing my nipple, and slithers down my stomach. His fingers press into my stomach before finding their way under the band of my panties.

He touches my slit and I immediately squirm, trembling, requiring me to concentrate on balancing myself so that I don’t tip over.

“Take your panties off, baby girl,” he commands.

I hesitate, but eventually let go of the seat to snatch at my panties. I have

to twist in the seat to get them out from under my butt, made all the harder by

Daddy not relenting in the slightest in fingering my cunt. He splits my lips as my panties pull away from my soaked pussy, his finger entering me rapidly, fucking me with them as I struggle to pull my panties past my thighs.

This dangerous balancing act while trying to satisfy my daddy’s urges provokes a lot of fear in me, but instead of dampening my arousal, it turns me on incredibly. I’m forced to let go of the seat and lie in Daddy’s hard grip on my hair, fidgeting as Daddy fingers me, his mouth falling to mine and breaking my focus with a penetrating tongue.

Getting my panties over my knees feels like the hardest workout I’ve had in years!

When I finally do, I kick my legs back and forth, pushing the panties off with my feet. Clear of the bondage to my legs, I spread them open, letting Daddy insert his fingers in deeply, two and three at a time.

“Oh fuck!” I groan, the sloshes of juice as daddy’s fingers slam into me a provocative treat to my ears.