Sara Part III - Sex Stories

Sara Part III

Over the next two years we had settled into a nice little routine. Daddy would come to me or I would go to his office. Sometimes he would even take me on business trips with him. When I turned 16 he bought me a car and taught me to drive. Usually we would end up in some secluded area where I would be bent over the hood while Daddy pounded my pussy or even my ass. I was his naughty little fuck toy and his darling little daughter and I was as happy as I could ever hope to be. Shortly after I turned 17 Daddy’s visits started to peter off, until I would barely see him once a week and sometimes he wouldn’t even want to fuck me. I started to worry that he was only interested in younger girls. I mean I was 17 but I still looked like I was 15. “Don’t you like me anymore Daddy?” I was sitting on his lap grinding against him. He hadn’t fucked me in a week so I made sure to wear his favorite Slutty School Girl outfit when he came over. “Sara, you know I love you. I just….we need to talk.” As it turned out Daddy had started feeling bad about cheating on his wife with me. I guess that they had been having a lot of problems over the years to the point where he thought it would end in divorce. Apparently the exact opposite happened. I was heartbroken but I tried to be understanding. I was also scared as to what would happen to me. “I’m not going to leave you high and dry Sara. You can stay here for the next year and I will help you out financially. I just think that if I’m going to give a ...

... wholehearted attempt at my marriage it wouldn’t be wise for us to see each other. I really hope you understand.” I looked up at him with tears in my eyes and it honestly looked like he was having an equally hard time with this. As he was leaving he stopped and I had thought maybe for a second he changed his mind and that he would take me into his arms, lead me into the bedroom and fuck me like he used to. Instead he handed me a check and walked out. The next month was a rough one. I reverted back into that deserted little girl I had been when Daddy, my real Daddy that is, had left. It took me a few weeks to get back to the resourcefulness I knew I was capable of when I was living in that shit hole motel, only difference was that I didn’t have to suck dick to stay. Not that I would have minded. The truth was that I had gotten used to getting sex on a regular basis and I had started going through some kind of withdrawal since Daddy stopped fucking me. I needed to get laid. One inherent perk to living on the beach is that you’re on the beach. The place if full of half-naked people and that alone lends itself to the thoughts of sex so I slipped into my skimpiest little bikini and headed out. It was the middle of the day but the beach near my building was overflowing already. I sunned myself as I watched hot guys, and girls too, reveling in the heat and sun. I smiled as it occurred to me that it would be winter back home and people would be huddled in their houses to keep warm. ...