A Reluctant Daughter - Sex Stories

A Reluctant Daughter

... off my thin legs and his frustration was clearly evident. He moved off a little to allow me room to stand up. I pushed up, realizing that in less than a minute my dad had managed to get rid of both my shirt and my bra. He was good. As I began to pull my legs out of my pants my dad pushed himself up. I was lying on the bed, struggling to get the pants off my hips when he, in one smooth motion, reached over and twisted both my nipples, the action sending ripples coursing throughout my body. My pussy grew wet and I quickly finished taking off my pants, pulling my panties down as well. There was no need to waste time. My dad would get what he wanted eventually. He always did. “Gosh you’re so fucking beautiful,” he moaned. I gasped as he reached around me, pulling me directly on top of his lean body. I could feel the heat from his cock smash against my naked skin. Reaching up, he sensuously took a nipple into his mouth. I screamed, the sensation melting my brain to mush. It had been almost two weeks since we last had sex. His tongue was electrifying, even more so than usual. His hungry kisses easily distracted me while his hands began their pursuit to my sex. Once it reached its destination my father sucked harder on my nipple and plunged a finger deep within me. My back arched from the sudden penetration, and even though I hated it my pussy clenched his finger tight. In and out he went, the slurping noises loud as he threw caution to the wind. “Oh Dad,” I couldn’t help it. He ...

... knew every position and rotation it took to get me going. I was a slave to the desire. “You’re so good Dad, don’t stop. Damn you’re incredible.” “That’s right Steph.” He flipped me onto my back as his fingers began moving more rapidly, curling in a come hither motion that scraped against my g spot. He took his mouth off my boobs and looked me in the eyes as he worked hard to bring me to orgasm. That was the most sadistic part of it all. The fact that he liked to stare into my eyes as he violated my pussy. Every time we fucked he had to watch my face. Sicko. “You can cum for daddy,” he whispered, all the while keeping his eyes trained on me. “Cum on daddy’s fingers you slut. You like this don’t you. Oh, I can feel it coming. Do you want it baby. You want daddy to make you cum.” From experience I knew he wanted an answer to these questions. He wanted me to tell him it felt good. But today, I don’t know, maybe it was the daylight that made me feel empowered, because today instead of telling him what he wanted to hear I looked him right back in the eyes. “No Dad, I hate you and your fucking finger!” I yelled, wanting more than anything to take back control of my body. But it was in vain, my dad didn’t stop his assault, instead he plowed on faster. “You hate this baby?” My orgasm was about to peak, my pussy started pulsing and I could tell he knew what was happening. “Well how about you hate this while I make you cum. You hate daddy’s finger but you still squirt your juice on my ...