A Reluctant Daughter - Sex Stories

A Reluctant Daughter

... made me feel dirty, yet the tingling I felt between my legs screamed a different story. “Steph babe,” my dad walked towards me. “No Dad. We can’t do this.” Gosh this was wrong on so many levels. “Mom’s home hello. Did you forget? Put that thing away before she comes in and sees her husband molesting their teenage daughter. What has gotten into you?” I put up my hands to keep some distance between us. I knew normal high school girls didn’t talk to their dads like I did but to be honest nothing about our father-daughter relationship was normal. “Baby, Mom went to the store. It’s just you and me.” The grin was back on his face. “We gotta hurry. She’ll be home in like 20 minutes. Get undressed.” He easily pushed down my hands and smashed his lips to mine. I could feel the precum leak out of his dick and onto my upper belly. I was still wearing my jeans from school and his liquid dripped off my stomach and onto the denim. I wonder if mom knew she had been washing my clothes free of her husbands cum all this time? The idea was disgusting. “No Dad, we don’t do this. Not in the daylight.” I tried to push him off but all he proceeded to do was suck at my neck, his hand trailing down to the place I wanted it most. Just the thought of his strong muscular hands had my wet. “Mom’s probably not even gonna be gone long. We can’t.” My struggle was useless, his kisses were already making me weak. “Oh baby. Daddy needs you so bad.” By now we had backed up to my bed, my dad’s knees bumped onto ...

... the edge of it as he tried to pull me onto the mattress. Every time we had fucked we did it on my bed. Never my parent’s, only mine. Looking at the bed with its frilly covering and fluffy pillows made me realize just how screwed up this whole situation was. I looked at my dad, whose cock had grown even harder, now a nasty shade of purple and red. I gulped. There was no way I could do this. Seeing me looking at his dick, he began stroking it up and down. My dad was sprawled at the edge of the bed, one hand holding him upright and the other pleasing his swollen member. “You like that don’t you Steph. Look how fucking big it is baby. You did this to me.” He grabbed my hand and forced it up and down his pole. “I was at work and all I could think about was your hot pussy. I had an erection all day because of you. You make me so hard you little slut. I know you want this cock before mom gets home…and I’m going to give it to you.” Without skipping a beat he proceeded to throw me onto the bed, grabbing my shoulders and pushing me down, my back hitting against the mattress. “Take off these clothes now. You don’t need them anymore.” I could hear the sound of ripping as he tore my shirt in half. This was the side of him I couldn’t relate to. The loving dad in need of attention I understood, but the sex-driven lunatic who fucked his daughter and called her a slut, that guy was foreign to me. “Come on you whore, take off your jeans.” My dad had tried and failed to wrench my skinny jeans ...